Bau was at his hilarious and mesmerizing best at the Guru Poornima Satsang in Mumbai and the next day at the crack of dawn we were on the picturesque train ride to Pune with most eye catching greenery and scintillating waterfalls. One of the world’s first train routes and it is quite interesting to note that even 150 years ago it used to take roughly 3 hours to make this journey.
On the train itself I felt some feverishness coming up; the bodily kind. So I chose to sit in my seat more than stand at the door pointing at the gorgeous waterfalls. By the time we reached Anagha’s beautiful farmhouse in Pune’s back of beyond, I was quite toasty and just became hotter and hotter (!). Since Dr Seema the friendly neighborhood homeopath was around, we started with homeopathy. After a few phone calls to friendly not-so-neighboring Ayurveds, Ayurveda joined in. After another day of no cooling off, we invited paracetemols to the fight with my fever, only we used the syrup, not the tablet… This had always worked in the past and was the ultimate in my arsenal against a fever.
To compound the fever, I also had a bout of constipation. Constipation according to Bawa is the height of possessiveness. I asked Seema, “Where does the body store 3 days of food?! Seema explained to me how big the Large Intestines are. And it is only when enough roughage and fibre is consumed in the food, it triggers bowel movement. So I started eating more fruits with fibre, I did some sukhsma vyayama ‘shoulder pumping’ (guaranteed to clear any constipation, only later I remembered it is used to prevent it). But nothing happened. And nothing continued to happen. Just fever and no shi … errr… mettabolic bodily waste.
As usual we tried everything and then entered Bawa, the veteran of most common health conditions. He called for his recipe – a bottle of coke! Before I could finish even half of it nature called… at last!
Coke (or Pepsi) is part of many ayurvedic doctors’ manuals whose lives Bawa has touched.
After an enchanting evening concert of Bhakti, the next day we flew back to Bangalore ashram, straight into Vishwamitra (our home at the Ashram). My fever still stuck to me like a limpet. Many doctors came prescribed many things for me to eat and do. Dr Nisha (chief ayurvedic doc at ashram), Dr Priyadarshan (we call him PD, CST – Craino Sacral Therapy exponent and our ashram allopath), Dr Giri Prasad (Martial Arts black belt and ayurvedic doc, still can’t figure out if he can break bones better or mend them better), Dr Seema Thanedar (advance course teacher who travelled 20hrs in a bus at a 2hr notice to come and take care of me) and Dr. Pinkita (another brilliant ayurved).
All blood tests that we did for various types of fever were negative. No typhoid, no dengue, no malaria. Yet the fever resolutely refused to leave me.
I was in two states everyday. One was Shiv Chaitanya (while meditating ) and the other was Shiver Chaitanya. I had started getting the shivers to go with my fever. The fever resolutely and steadily climbed from 100-101 to a steady 102, until one fateful Monday morning it hit 104.
Bawa then utterly overruled me and unyieldingly decided that we needed to get me to a hospital. We were toying with going to Apollo Hospital, but a phone call with Arvind decided us to go to Narayana Hrudayalaya. Name sounded much better than Apollo to begin with… I took my crocin, then we waited for about an hour for my fever to subside a bit and then they bundled me into a car and we quickly drove off to the hospital…
More next week …