A
false step
It was December,
on what was probably the coldest day of the year. I had just appeared on NDTV
and was in a somewhat euphoric state of mind. The escort girl whispered
something about going by a shortcut to the parking area where their vehicle was
parked.
We started
to cross a hall in which carpenters had been at work during the day
“Mind your
step, Sir”, the girl whispered, even as I put my foot forward on a loose piece
of timber and twisted something near the knee. That was the false step.
That one
step cost me dearly, both in pain and expense.
I started
limping a little. When it persisted, Raj insisted that I consult a specialist. We decided to go to an
Ayurveda clinic, and after a bit of research discovered Santhigiri in Malaviya
Nagar. They had various kinds of oil
massage, as practised in Kerala. The vaid in charge sold us two courses on rejuvenation
and revitalisation, which would incidentally also rid me of the pain near the
knee.
Three weeks
later, I had undergone vigorous Kerala massaging and was Rs. 25,000 lighter in
the pocket. Towards the end of the period I said I was feeling better, for fear
that he might make me undergo a few more rejuvenation programmes.
After a
while, I started seeing Swami Ramdev’s lectures on Aastha channel at 4-30 a.m.
His yogic exercises helped me enormously in other aspects of life like getting
up early, practising five different forms of meditation and some excellent
exercises to become slimmer and generally tone up the body and mind.
But alas! The
pain in the knee still persisted.
After a
while, Raj happened to talk to a neighbour’s daughter at a wedding. The girl
inquired politely why uncle was limping. When Raj unburdened her soul, she
promptly revealed that she was now running a physiotherapy clinic at N Block,
GK I.
Very soon
thereafter we were at Meera Kak’s Clinic and I was booked for a course , which
after a suitable neighbourly rebate cost us Rs. 15000 per course.
I must say
in retrospect that Meera’s formula for combating pain is a composite one. She
uses all the known techniques, like exercises in the gym, yogic asanas, hot and
cold compresses, special contortionist postures by her dedicated and muscular team of
female wrestlers
..They even
went to the extent of teaching me how to walk.
The girl
prompted: ” Keep your neck straight, inhale a chest size of 56, look at a point
200 yards ahead, order your legs to take a long step, lift your right foot up and put it smartly
forward and mentally sing the lines “Nanha munna rahi hoon, desh ka sipahi
hoon…”
Two courses
later, I had tired of the whole regimen and lapsed into sleeping at home and a
course of benign neglect. One day, Papoo came to our house and saw me limping.
He waxed eloquent on the merits of Anand Purohit, who had magic fingers and
made your pain disappear instantly. He had cured his tennis elbow in no time.
I succumbed
to Papoo’s propaganda.Anand manipulated the leg, the calf etc .and on my third
visit asked me to ascend the stairs. I did it with ease.Anand flashed his famous
smile and said, “it is as I thought. There is nothing wrong with the knee. You
have only to order your leg to move.”
My wife ,
who has always suspected that I have no pain and it is all a figment of my imagination concurred
fully with him. After eight sittings each costing Rs. 800/- I gave up the
treatment.
My latest
experiment is with a young dedicated architect who practices Sujok,the Korean
art of acupuncture. This is Parul Maheshwari who has converted his basement in
Saket into a physiotherapy clinic. He claims that the Sujok is the most complete
system of therapy invented by man. He takes a computer snapshot of the
patient’s nervous system through an Accugraph and then measures the progress
over a period of time.
My initial
accugraph gave me a composite score of 65%. In the last two months, the score
has come up to 92% Thus there is great
improvement.
“sBut the
pain in the knee still persists,” I whine, at which comment he flashes a smile.
”You will see the improvement. Let the nervous balance in the body be first
restored.”
Parul does
not charge a fee. So I still visit him religiously at 7 a.m. every morning.
What do I
have to lose?
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