What getting a magazine printed, taught me..

Finally, we are done with getting our college magazine designed and printed.. Before i even started, it all looked so easy, but as they say not everything that looks easy, really is… This journey of around 1 month from collecting articles and rest of the matter was not as easy as i thought it to be.. Who knew, the most difficult part was yet to come..

This journey of getting our magazines published is indeed a very special one.. Let me tell you i have learnt a lot from this journey of mine with the other committee members.. It would never have been possible without them.. Being one of the seniors i learnt how to command and still never make it look like they are my subordinates.. Respected all the other work they had to give their time to, while still getting things done from them…

[(magazine committee.. Though 3 members are still missing..) Our Principal right in the centre and left backing our committee Dr. Seemi.. We worked as a team and all the credit to how good the magazine looks goes to the whole team..]

At the start i was quite pissed of how things were still pending and some people not working at all.. After all i was never used to working in a team.. It was my very first time. But the best part was to learn to manage still without panicking.. Seeing my juniors work hard made me feel proud.. Them saying, Ayushee let me know if there is any work, was even more pleasant to hear.. Let me tell you how happy i used to get just hearing to all of this.

Every time i used to get tensed about things not working as they were supposed to be, i had them saying, Ayushee chill, we know you’re working too hard, everything will be fine… Days passed and soon came the day of real play.. It was time, to put it all together.. 4 days were left and we had to buck up.. They say, you can never expect growth if its all to easy right.? So i guess we needed to pass the test… So here is how hard this journey was for us.

We reached the place to meet the magazine designer to find out that we had lost all the files from our pendrives .. Out of the four days, we lost one day panicking about what to do next.. Next day we start from scratch trying to retrieve all the data we had, to get things started.. We spent around 3 whole days designing our magazine with a growling stomach and a stressed bladder… Let me tell you controlling our hunger pangs and the natures call for a day was the hardest thing to do sitting in an air conditioned room and still using our brains to decide what goes where..

After around 3 whole days we finally got done with it and the smiles on our faces depicted how destressed we finally were… When we were done the owner of the printing shop stated a statement that caught my attention, he said make sure you do not make any mistakes because people will always be ready to point out at the smallest of mistakes no matter how well you get the other things done.. Though he said that in reference to the magazine content, that statement was a lesson to remember for life..

Il be honest there was a time when i kept saying why did i even choose to be in the team.. I just couldn’t take it.. But the day we finally got done with it, i realised i had finally grown up into a new being.. It was a moment of pride to complete what i had taken responsibility for.. With my other colleagues i learnt how to take decisions and keep myself calm, even when things went haywire.. I learnt to take responsibility of all the mistakes even if it was someone else’s fault in our team.. We worked as a team, caring for each other asking each other, should i get anything for you to eat while coming? to saying, you can stay at my place if its gets too late..

For me i have never ever been out of my house this late, never ever skipped my lunch.. And here we spent around 11-12 hrs from 10am to 10pm for three days designing the magazine skipping our meals returning home to our moms scolding us for the same.. This journey made me do everything i never ever did.. This was indeed an experience for a lifetime i must say..

IT MADE ME GROW AND GET THE BEST OUT OF ME.. Today, I’M PROUD OF MYSELF.. I have finally grown in to a new me.. And once again

Thank you Sancheti Institute College of Physiotherapy, you got out the Leader in me..

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Writer or Physiotherapist?

2017 has been very special to me as this was the year i started blogging.. Many people do ask me how and why i started blogging.. The answer to the why is a very special one.. I started blogging so that i could share what i wanted the world to know.. Though i speak less being an introvert, i think and observe much more and this is what i like to put forth people through my blogs.. As far as the how, is concerned it just happened, after a long time of planning, of when i wanted to start and with what.. I wrote not just about myself but also about my profession and how it taught me life’s great lessons..

When i started writing, people appreciated me alot, some appreciated my thoughts saying you give us a different view of observing things and some said the way you write and your command over English is great.. “Great writer in the making” they said.. Some even said you should leave physiotherapy and become a writer by profession.. Was that my intention? Obviously not.. Physical therapy has made me what I am today, it has given me everything I would have ever asked God for.. And I do respect my Profession to that extent where i aim to make it stand higher in the minds of people..

I have already started with what I want to do, to make my profession gain the respect it deserves by the population.. I did an observational study in State Bank of India a few months back where i just observed the way people work there and the problems they face with respect to their work place and their job, after which i gave them advice about basic ergonomics. Now why did i do this? One reason being, i wanted to learn and second, the most important being i wanted them to know the power and importance of my profession in their’s.. I wanted to make them realise how capable my profession is in making their lives healthy..

Months back i recieved an email by young woman and i never ever imagined that i could motivate someone else with my writing to choose and be firm with the decision of choosing physiotherapy as a career.. If I can inculcate the love and respect I have for my profession in someone else whom i don’t even know, then that is a big thing right? This indeed has been one of my biggest achievements..

These 4 years learning physiotherapy in Sancheti institute has changed me into a more mature being.. Today when I recieve comments like

” Madam tumhi mala Deva sarkha bhetlya”

“Mam aap nahi ate na toh suna suna lagta hai”

I feel more than blessed..

I wonder how these 4 years made me earn so much of respect and love from my patients.. But yes this is who I am and I who wished to be.. Or may be I should say I am what I was meant to be.. Thank you GOD and thank you Sancheti…

It’s better to feel something abnormal than to feel nothing at all.. 

This is indeed the most meaningful sentences I have ever come across.. 

I always say this, my patients have taught me more than anyone else… So this title comes from yet another patient.. 

It literally touched me to the core.. All I would say is, be thankful to what you have because not everyone is blessed with what you have, to thank for.. 

A person who cannot sense his limbs appreciates every single abnormal sensation he feels..

 It’s better to feel something abnormal, than to feel nothing at all.. 

A person who doesn’t have food to eat would appreciate every bit of food that’s offered to him.. 

The sense of gratitude has changed the way I used to think about everything I didn’t have.. Well now if you ask me, i am thankful to everything I have.. Realising how much I had to thank for makes me feel guilty for all those times I spent complaining.. Was really even worth it? No definitely not.. 

Always remember, there’s always someone who has less than what you have.. 

So be grateful and thank the one above,  for all he blessed you with.. And most importantly make use of all you have to make someone else’s life better.. 

RUN.. YOU ARE GETTING WEAKER..

Just a few days back I attended the Pune International marathon as a health team member being in the field of physiotherapy.. Honestly I never thought that this experience was about to change alot of what I thought, but it did.. 

So it was about to start at around 5.30 in the morning and for that I had to get up at around 4 and get ready.. I must say I was too excited, for it was my first time ever attending a marathon.. 

So somewhere down you feel all cool to enter the ground with the feel of being a physical therapist.. And so did I, like everyone else.. But guess what, it didn’t last that long.. 

Wearing all warm clothes covering myself to escape the cold weather I reached the place to see everyone wearing shorts all set to run and that itself kind of changed everything I had in mind… 

Honestly speaking, and that time I never knew what was about to come ahead.. So finally we gathered to reach the starting line of the marathon.. And the whole experience of seeing so many people ready to run a marathon with such enthusiasm at 5. 30 in the winter morning, left me struck… The roads were all lighted up beautifully with some gud music in the background.. I never thought of a morning as such where waking up at 4 didn’t make me feel sleepy at all, infact I was living that moment of my life.. 

I know some people reading this might be wondering what is so awesome about waking up so early to attend just a marathon.. Infact that day itself made me realise what’s so special about it.. I am not even kidding but honestly I wished I could experience that feeling for a few more days… 

Standing there seeing people so excited to run was something that pepped me up.. It was as if I was standing there to run myself.. I could feel each and every one.. Finally it was the start to the marathon and I was happy to see everyone run.. Hardly do people run with a smile on their faces these days.. That day was it.. 

After a few minutes we stood at the finish line to see if anyone reaching the finish line needed help.. Standing there I saw a variety of people.. People who were trained to run and people who themselves train to run.. Standing at the finish line I realised, for the trained ones it was all about who reached first, but for the others it was all about that sense of achievement you get at the end of completing the marathon.. It was as if, they won a lottery ticket… 

People of all ages, from the elderly to children to middle aged women to the trained ones.. All ran.. But the ones other than the trained ones, caught my respect.. That day made me realise, that neither age, gender or any physical disability is a reason not to run to prove your state of fitness.. 

That moment made me question myself… Was I fit, to be able to run and more importantly complete the marathon like them? Honestly..  No, definitely no.. 

That left the so called physical therapist feel, not so cool anymore… 

What I’m trying to make people reading this realise is that, sometimes the things we find cool aren’t always cool.. 

I mean getting paid for a desk job, smoking a cigar, texting while driving, trying stunts to satisfy that adrenaline rush, driving a bike or a super car rather than a bicycle, speeding up a car to impress a girl, or just being lazy to do whatever it takes to build up good health is not always cool… 

Seeing people elder and younger to me run, made me feel embarrassed.. It made me realise that being fit to run a marathon was more cool than being lazy in bed.. I mean if they could do it, I should be right? 

It’s not always about participating in a marathon and to win one, its about making yourself realise the level of fitness you maintain yourselves to.. That is what is important.. 

Look around yourself and you would find every other person having either Diabetes, Hypertension, Coronary Artery Disease or obesity… Why so? No exercise to the heart you see… So where do you see yourself in the picture? 

So that day I decided i am to run… Run not to win a marathon but, run to win a healthy heart.. 

It’s not about being lazy, its about comprising on your health, that is to be taken into consideration…

 I wished all schools made children run on a daily basis, I wish we thought climbing up stairs and getting up, to get what we want, was never difficult… 

I wish one day we all could be proud of how healthy are hearts are.. I wish I made you think.. 

So now stop thinking & start running

My experience with paediatric camp..

Have you ever thought of the times your parents prayed at the time of your birth, just to make sure your birth was safe.. They prayed for a healthy child.. “Though some prayed for a male child” .. 

But yes, most of them just prayed for the health, be it a male or a female child.. Today was a day where i attended a paediatric camp, that made me realise how important health was, than the gender of the baby.. 

So at the camp we had to evaluate these children who had some kind of physical disability.. We evaluated their tone, gross motor function, posture, balance and gait.. A thing that caught my attention was the amount of independence and discipline in these children.. And I must say their school was responsible for it… They were so well behaved.. These days, children are so notorious, but looking at these children i admired the values they were taught.. Though most of them could walk, they sat in one place all quiet..

These days most of the kids usually are stubborn and ask for expensive toys but looking at them I realised how one could be happy with the simplest of toys..

I never expected myself to be able to feel this experience today but then something really did make me feel great today.. 

A child who had difficulty walking without support, whose caretaker said he flops down if you don’t hold his hand, insisted to walk without our support.. The caretaker and I stood by his side while he started walking, and that point I was blown away by the fact that he could walk without our support, inspite of having difficulty.. 

Seeing him walk with a smile on his face, because he was able to walk without our support made my day.. Il be honest, it did get my eyes wet.. I can’t tell you enough, of how great i felt, of the power my profession has in making such people capable of walking independently.. 

This point I realised how important a part, is functional independence in the so called, concept of “health”.. 

Here on, I am going to focus more on making my patients functionally independent, be it watever the case, because that is what makes them happy..

Its weird how small things teach you, the biggest lessons in life.. This, was indeed on of them.. 

My experience with paediatric camp.. 

Have you ever thought of the times your parents prayed at the time of your birth, just to make sure your birth was safe.. They prayed for a healthy child.. “Though some prayed for a male child” .. 

But yes, most of them just prayed for the health, be it a male or a female child.. Today was a day where i attended a paediatric camp, that made me realise how important health was, than the gender of the baby.. 

So at the camp we had to evaluate these children who had some kind of physical disability.. We evaluated their tone, gross motor function, posture, balance and gait.. A thing that caught my attention was the amount of independence and discipline in these children.. And I must say their school was responsible for it… They were so well behaved.. These days, children are so notorious, but looking at these children i admired the values they were taught.. Though most of them could walk, they sat in one place all quiet..

These days most of the kids usually are stubborn and ask for expensive toys but looking at them I realised how one could be happy with the simplest of toys..

I never expected myself to be able to feel this experience today but then something really did make me feel great today.. 

A child who had difficulty walking without support, whose caretaker said he flops down if you don’t hold his hand, insisted to walk without our support.. The caretaker and I stood by his side while he started walking, and that point I was blown away by the fact that he could walk without our support, inspite of having difficulty.. 

Seeing him walk with a smile on his face, because he was able to walk without our support made my day.. Il be honest, it did get my eyes wet.. I can’t tell you enough, of how great i felt, of the power my profession has in making such people capable of walking independently.. 

This point I realised how important a part, is functional independence in the so called, concept of “health”.. 

Here on, I am going to focus more on making my patients functionally independent, be it watever the case, because that is what makes them happy..

Its weird how small things teach you, the biggest lessons in life.. This, was indeed on of them.. 

Disabled or Differently abled.. 

For those who don’t know, the world disabled has been replaced with the word differently abled in context to referring to people with a disability..  

When I first came to know about this change I felt it was just to make people feel less disabled by calling them differently abled.. But I was wrong.. It wasn’t anything about making someone feel better by just calling them differently abled.. 

We often look at such people and think they can’t do this, they can’t do that.. But what we fail to realise is that they can do alot of what even we can’t.. 

Il be honest with everyone who reads this, being a lazy person myself when I see people with a disability acting more active than me.. It makes me feel ashamed of myself.. It is people like us calling them disabled.. I mean think of it.. They sweat working hard taking physical therapy around 2 times a day and we feel so tired to even workout once everyday in the gym.. So the question is who is disabled? They said it right disability is in the mind.. 

There are so many people who use their bodies in the best possible way inspite of their disabilities.. It is these kind of people who teach us the what it means to be differently abled.. 

Could you paint with your toes? May be not.. 

But some can.. Cause “some“,  are differently abled not disabled..