Rare diseases require exigent action.

 

Life is like a rose, when it blooms it gives you joy but it has thorns: struggles to be overcome to enjoy the beauty.

Life is so beautiful you don't get tired of living. At times life gets smarter and funnier than you but I feel so lucky even if life hurts me I love this life.

I want a storybook-like ending in my life.

Keeping in mind I was brought up amidst books and am a bibliophile, and there are too many books to read that one lifetime is short even if you live a thousand years.

It's an idyllic life with invisible friends on the pages. Time holds us and moulds us. Mahakal controls the universe.

Sometimes people don't admit that they are wrong because they are too prideful, stuck with their own beliefs but unless you admit you are wrong how do you expect to learn more in a new aspect if you think you are permanently right? Let go of the devilish ego which stops you to approach life with an open mind.

Books are truth, so is life-- a wonderful illuminating journey. Do I have anything besides it?

 If in the middle of the night sometimes I think of wherefores, maybes and perhapses, ergo I decided to leave back those what-ifs and could-have-beens.

I have stopped caring about what others think or say about me. I don't need people's approval because life for me is too short to hold me back. I am not a cretin, I know more than I say, think more than I speak, and notice more than you realize. My thinking apparatus is perfectly functional. All I want is my tangible trace after I  take off.

 I see the positive side of all things, never feared any challenge and faced head-on because going through worse I have learnt to live with my head up high.

Sometimes I repeatedly hear from people " Is it benign or cancer? It could have been worse!" I must say you don't understand until you are in the middle of it. 

Benign tumours and their treatment are just as difficult as cancerous tumours. I am ready to see how they'd react to the skull-shattering pain. 

How would they react when a fellow looking at the picture of the scan of numerous lesions scattered throughout my brain remarks,

" You have more tumours in the brain than people have lice in hair.''

I have never encountered people with such powerful monsters popularly known as leptomeningeal hemangioblastomas.

Would anyone stand with a trophy not knowing what the outcome will be?

In the folklore of science, there's very little information. A healthy life! Ha!Ha!Ha! It's out of the question! I am destined for a never-ending battle for survival.

  Light-hearted promises and hollow assurances have made it a failure to dispel my annoyance. Life simmer with unwavering clarity.

Wild with enthusiasm made me fly off the handle. I am never hostile, I am bold to stand against any sort of injustice or opinion or deed which is not morally good. There's no 'yelling’ and ‘melancholy’ madness.

My anger is like the basic human emotions, as elemental as happiness, sadness, anxiety, or disgust. These emotions are related to my basic survival and were honed over the course of the history of my life. Anger is related to the “fight, flight, or freeze” response of the sympathetic nervous system; it prepares humans to fight. But fighting doesn't necessarily mean throwing punches; it might propel communities to combat injustice trying to change laws and thoughts.

These rare tumours behave like ghosts of survival-endowed cells leaked from the original tumour, you can't detect them in their infancy but as they grow producing symptoms their luminosity is captured in a Gallium Dotanoc scan and you feel a haunted sense of doom. Inferno of noise is always there in the ears, a battle of nerves is the result.

Folks blinked, understood nothing, nothing about anything because it is the absurdest thing that they have heard. When you can't gulp down food a flash of insight that had suddenly enlightened me swallowed up and sized me up. I became the little mermaid without any tears and changing voice also as the witch said " Every step she took was as the witch had said it would be; she felt as if she were treading upon the points of needles or sharp knives.", in my case legs are getting weaker and weaker. Sometimes the diabolical torment makes me throw up. But do you think a profound sense of despair comes over me, and I feel a sob rising in my throat? I feel life is drool-worthy. The knives piercing my throat and I throwing up, Mum and me are slowly getting accustomed to it like my partial vision loss and being blind with the right eye.

 I am alive not just breathing and my thoughts move on with extra enthusiasm and energy and I concocted a cerebral haunting ghost story and my passion for detection made me write the adventures of Mum and Princess, more life-like than any tale of detection ever written. Both are the finest pacy thrillers. Everything I write is quietly, honestly imbued with a sense of my very own individuality. 

They say eyes are windows to the soul. But there's another view required of the world out there and other eyes to give justice. When people betray their own people.

Live intensely in today, and avoid killjoys like the plague. Not knowing what tomorrow holds is a pleasant feeling.

Empathy with humanity in general and zeal of rare patients in a society that bristles with inequality, the suffering of the soul in no way can be replaced, in no way with physical agony brought about by rare disease can get relief unless the common watch over and take care. 

After surviving a life-threatening surgery when the doctor said "Everything is in God's hands" I always felt rewarding and felt good, woohoo! "How many times does this make?" Feels like Tom Cruise's rock-climbing. Life is a vast and big cliff and climbs alone enjoying it. Once you slip at a precarious moment, slide and almost fall off it doesn't mean "the end" of your story. It's like Watson writing about Sherlock Holmes and Moriarty falling in the waterfalls and Holmes sneaking into the room and adding a question mark.

My whole life stands before my eyes like a simmering picture with hypnotic clarity. How I fought the insufferable on the fringes of need and poverty. Mum and I think on the same wavelength without a defeatist attitude.

Do you ever feel like changing, that isn't right? A desire to evolve? I don't get any hare-brained ideas after all the years of reading books, gaining knowledge. I get fits of inspiration.  The essence of genesis is towards becoming but not at a crawling pace. My brand of solace is yearning to know more before my time passes out and I give up to the inevitable. I crave knowledge.

There's nothing more surprising that lots of people get by without reading books. Being a bookworm people's ability not to read is something I can't fathom. I not only read books for entertainment but also science papers to know more about my ailments.

I don't live in netherland, neither am I brainwashed nor can ever be. I daresay I am not lowly cur with manipulative behaviour or dirty tricks to deny the life of someone or steal someone's efforts terminated in pain.

Heartless devils cut down forests and the birds nesting in the branches of the trees fly away to safety but still have an attachment to their own home and abhor the cruelty.

Because of the disappearance of the forests, they think unicorns will disappear from the planet and they won't have to feed them any.

 "Genetic disorders are not so much a disease as a phenomenon, the result of a basic evolutionary compromise. As a body lives and grows, its cells are constantly dividing, copying their DNA — this vast genetic library — and bequeathing it to the daughter cells. They in turn pass it to their own progeny: copies of copies of copies. Along the way, errors inevitably occur.  Most are random misprints.

Over the aeons, cells have developed complex mechanisms that identify and correct many of the glitches. But the process is not perfect, nor can it ever be. Mutations are the engine of evolution. Without them, we never would have evolved. The trade-off is that every so often a certain combination will give an individual cell too much power. It begins to evolve independently of the rest of the body. Like a new species thriving in an ecosystem. For that there can be no easy fix."- Does the import sink in that rare diseases requiring exigent action.

Pain in the head

                                      I have pain in the head with heaviness

I experience a unique happiness

Brief moments of depressing, spiritual darkness

Mighty music plays of the triumphal march through the wilderness

I feel alive not just breathing, an impossible passion

Of which people have no conception

Ecstatic, strong, and sweet beyond a shadow of a doubt

A blissful spirit trapped between heaven and earth

 In the oncoming pall of a blackout.

Depression of survival swallows me

Memories flashed like lightning while someone blurted out in a hurry

As the veil was lifted I laughed out loud

Starry-eyed giddiness under the twinkling sky

All agitation, doubts, and worries angry and desperate magically fly

 Head seems to shut down but  a refusal to come plummeting down

Inside the large head a great calm, full of understanding

Yet these moments, these glimmerings, and shadows culminating

The bitterness of underlying the experience, all mysteries flashed 

As a sudden revelation staggering came consciousness 

With a vacant look felt both pain and numbness

Intelligence and knowledge swayed by delusion

It felt like Father came to admonish me for my weakness

Nerves immobilized my tongue and swallowed by confusion

As for the rest, to come to the conclusion

I awoke with pain in the head.

Rare and unique thrill to survive

 Great! Another surgery

I have a manufacturing defect

With malware in the circuitry

I have this exceedingly rare affliction

Because of relentless mutation

Which enhanced evolution and diversification

The apple drops from the tree.

 The man jumps up from a bathtub; the mind-blowing equation.

Some cause tumor formation

Turn you into a tumor producing factory

Turn life into purgatory

Nobody heard  my silent screams

They are so loud they echo in my dreams.

Behind this face that beams a smile

Lies a dark road that goes on mile after mile.

Beauty only skin deep

But the leopards don't change their spots.

The agony of the soul weep

Drops of colored waxes 

I was promised aught

I have been for naught

Everything was forethought

Before the pain, I had an aura of sophistication

Walking through life blindly

Motion is of essence

Which shall gain victory over adversity

As I plowed through tumor formation.

One by one I defeated tumors

As they formed more and more in numbers

The hepatic attack put me in depression

Worried about permanent oblivion

My fairy tale parents I didn't wanna leave their love so soon

My soul dancing with the cosmic tune

I laughed a little too shrill

With the failure of dissociative drugs

Life turned to philosophy

Neither can I forget thugs

Nor can I forget parental hugs

Blasted out laughing

Cherishing every moment while combating

Regrettably, the trusted troops were turned off

Who protected me from fever, cold, and cough

Consumption disease attacked me

It wasn't easy to get free

When the thinking machine got tumor

Floating in the oily stuff they plotted murder

The laughing girl became a cry baby

Which weighed on Mum's soul heavy

She has fought cancers, transplants, and bears the scars

She has a weird zeal to shoot up to Mars

She asked the Gods showing them honor due

Prayed for her welfare too

They said " Divine interference hast saved thy child"

She's bound to suffer that is foreordained

Thou with thy child shall make history

By making unusual victory 

Live forever in memory"

"As tears fly out of her eyes

They travel through the skies

Reach me on the summit

Her pain passes swift

Her sobs flying through the black hole reach me on the peak

Holding hands hug her, kiss her on the forehead

Soon she will be filled with glee 

As I shall drink her pain and suffering and her misery will be dead

As her valiant fight and determination are unique."

I dreamt Lord said there is a rare and unique delight as you fight

Then winked at me and wished me luck

Poured into my mind more pluck

Woman who works in a slaughterhouse
Who is somebody's wedded Spouse,--

Threatens to drop dead the very moment
Whereon the stars in secret influence comment;
Life is one magical moment
Where dreams are woven
Keeping eyes open
Exploring each moment
Feeling the thrill of the moment

Idle world is desires their glory,
Not getting entangled in piteous story!
To live is written in your story.
O' dem is lef' to tell de story;

In life, each heart holds some sad story -
 It's sadder still to feel all heart turn away

Stay to watch it in de hour of decay?
In the mountains and woods
Enjoying their day, have their day;
In the shining twilight grey
Abandon you and love decay, 
Whining and weirdo chum with whom I grew up

The life they knew was just not enough
Not understanding once born you gotta die


 And a evil eye,
Wanted a horrible death I die.
Nearly threw up
And after it she just blew up

I saw someone hitting and calling me bitch
Being from a family of wizards and witches,
The pot head
Wanted me to drop dead

Like a real Warrior Princess
My life will be a success
 Won't die a trivial death
As the woman speaketh

I have nothing to lose,

 I can't try to live again a perfect life

 Relaxed and healthy without any strife

Under trees bearing chocolates

Mountains of books but being less inflate

I say I don't want to lose this life

 With my Mum and the instances of delight

Often intersected by twilight.

Life is a vast and big cliff 

Climbing alone, enjoy it. 

In a shifty moment, it's your grit

Once you slip and slide 

The wits inside guide 

Don't let you fall off 

You huff and puff

Get up tough

Doesn't mean "the end" of your story?

Smoke and Mirrors

 

For my brain tumor, my father was under extreme mental pressure. He worried that if according to the doctors, I turn comatose, who will care for me after him...within a month of my brain surgery he had a massive heart attack. It happened when people were around him and they admitted him to the AMRI hospital in Kolkata. When I was informed about the incident, I visited the hospital with my mother, and my brother was informed about the shocking news. It was a very cold January day and my head was entirely shaven, thus I covered up my bald head, and dragging my feet I went to the hospital.

Rather I fondly remember the photographs of my father and mine in the same pose sitting in the same position in a potty taken around the same age, when we were seven months old and which when you place side by side looks like we are fraternal twins!

Before he was put into ventilation for 9 long days he told my brother "take care of Didi".  He was so concerned about me then.

Thankfully Baba survived and after a month in the hospital and losing twenty kilos he returned to us. I was fiercely glad. It felt like Dorothy's world in ‘The Wizard of Oz’, my world went from black-and-white to color. But those few days ended so quickly.

It was a complete bolt from the blue within four months of my brain surgery and three months of my father’s massive cardiac arrest, a doctor suddenly declared that my liver had tumors in precarious positions, compressing and displacing the vital veins and I have only six weeks to live! I need an urgent liver transplant. 

My father was retired and after all the health woes he was penniless by then. He had no means to get the transplant done. Back then, the term VHL was alien to most doctors. I can still recall the faces of the radiologists checking my tumor-studded liver with their probes and looking at my file with a weird term ‘VHL’ with deadpan faces, regarding me quizzically.

Baba turned to his mother for help, to give him his inheritance so that he could save his daughter's life. She turned her back, weeping crocodile tears and telling him that she would ask her youngest son about it. My father’s jaw dropped. He was the eldest and the most dutiful son and had blind obedience towards the family and now his mother was turning her back on him!

Whatever major changes take place, or are now taking place unbeknownst to us, transforming our lives with unadulterated ugliness.Cogito: ergo sum-I think, therefore, I am.

I must mention somebody, a supposed celebrity who came to live on the ground floor of our house as a tenant when I was just six years old. She is a South Indian singer with a manly voice and was popularly known as ‘Didi’ by all. She had seen me grow up in front of her very eyes. 

I am not a true lover of music, but meaningful songs taught at school, that of Bob Dylan's 'Blowin` In The Wind', Carpenter's 'Top of the world', Judy Garland's 'Somewhere over the rainbow', John Lennon'  'Imagine  there's no heaven' such powerful songs with great composition and skills appeal to me.

But Indian Rap, Indian pop, film jazz, and playback songs make me barf...basting music from a stereo floating in the air makes me feel so dizzy and a horrible excruciating, stabbing electric pain when listening to loud sound.

 When my father asked for his inheritance, the sly uncle who was clever to attain his goals by deceitful means said that he had none because his portion was sold out to the South Indian singer who was our tenant. 

It was known to us that her lease had expired and she didn't want to leave because she attained fame and notability after shifting to our house. But Baba's known person through his friend circle Tapas Chowdhury was supposed to purchase because the building needed repair and he was offering a good price and getting us well settled. The problem with the deal was that it was all smoke and mirrors. All this smoke and mirrors on planning to sell then delays is absurd like the five year plan of the government . We have to understand that what happened nothing was a smoke and mirrors trick.

Grandpa's testament and land deed was with Baba for some time to show to him and make a deal. But he was so naive that he didn't have a look at it, or make a copy.

 It was sold to singer did by Grandma who had an urgent need for money. She had tons of jewelry in the bank locker and the keys of which was with my paternal aunt. My father was greatly astonished… how could that happen? He wanted to see Grandpa's will. It is impossible that his father has left him nothing and he knew Grandma was made executrix only to avoid disputes.

Squabble and bickerings  often happened between my middle uncle and the foxy one because the middle uncle wanted to know the bank and jewelry details which the crafty one was not willing to reveal. It became so violent that both took the curtain rods and were quarreling and my father was a peace activist who always calmed them down.

They were having a conversation over the phone because the devious uncle refused to meet him and let him even enter his flat.

 I was feeling blue and bluer by the minute that all this was happening over the issue of my life. 

The booming voice of sly uncle could even be heard from the road! My father went up to see him and find out why he was being inhumane and pointless. 

My elite aunt did not open the door and said from inside that the deceitful uncle himself will go down in the evening and show him the will. Evening came but there was no sign of him. Baba had a nasty skin infection from being in the hospital for his cardiac arrest. It was so bad that painful pustules had formed all over his back and they were breaking out oozing smelly pus and was forming again. It was very painful for him and the dermatologist couldn't figure out why he wasn't responding to the medicines. That day he was scheduled for a skin biopsy and he came home after the biopsy and was waiting with bated breath and in extreme pain.

They made a cunning plan to shove me out of the way so that without me the family doesn't insist upon that the inheritance belongs to the family because I was Achilles heel and without me, my parents won't survive and they could easily take over the family estate. Father didn't have sufficient money for liver transplant when they hatched the wretched plan.

Money’ and ‘Power’ are the root causes in every act of a felony, every crime, every treachery committed since time immemorial. Money, gold, holds allure because it gives power, a lavish lifestyle and many are ready to harm a life for its powerful charisma. Money tempts most people to wrongdoing. Crime is as old as humanity. Thus, it is since ancient times that brothers are slaughtering brothers for the power of the throne and the wealth it brings along. Slaughtering, poisoning, strangling, asphyxiating, backstabbing, but achieving money and power and destroying every life in the way. Such is the queer nature of the human race. A son instead of being dutiful towards his parents desires the end of the ailing, helpless parents and shoves them out of the way, a raving egomaniac parent drunk with the influence of wealth, affluence, power withholds what the offspring truly deserves, thus strangling the life out bit by bit.

 ‘Melting autumn winds!

 Oppressive heat is stifling 

Life simmers with blues’

The next day, early in the morning we got a letter from a lawyer where it was mentioned that Grandpa's will and Grandma's will were in the safe custody of the lawyer and it was signed by grandma. 

Middle Uncle always used to guard Grandma because he suspected the couple was trying to make her sign a blank paper and he had explained to her no matter what she's never to sign anything before showing him. He suspected they were hatching dangerous plots because the nominee of his fixed deposit was me and my brother but he had high diabetes, indeed diabetes runs in the family and even cousins are affected by it and he lost his vision like his cousin. So he never noticed that the names have been altered to the elite aunt and their lady-like son. He learnt the skullduggery from the bank. He told me he'll reverse the strategy. Middle uncle was telling me while cleaning up my vomit as I was feeling sick and constantly puking up and everyone was at the hospital because of Father's heart attack. He was babysitting me and telling me lots of secrets.

Aunt spent a lot on the studies of her son and getting him established in the USA with a green card which he essentially obtained through marrying a wealthy USA citizen girl of Indian origin. But the son too was wily and ditched the first girl with whom marriage was fixed, reason was her father asked him to spend half of the expenses. The son in turn has abandoned his parents rather than looking after them, just getting them on a tour of the US and they remember how it felt like standing on top of the WTC before it was demolished by the attacks.

Coming to the curiosity of Grandma's will,  it is sly, cunning, full of tricks.  Grandma was an illiterate woman who could just sign her name and she never went out of the house, clinging to middle uncle and sleeping most of the time because of migraines and lethargy. 

We were certain that no one had come to the house because our door was partially made of glass and the balcony looked out to the front door. Spending time in the big balcony was pleasure for Baba. We wondered how this could happen. My father regretted that his mother had probably signed papers at the direction of her beloved youngest son.

 He regretted that when Grandpa was alive, he never took time out to ask him the details of his estate and since he was busy with office work and my illness and brother's child epilepsy took up his time and occupied his thoughts that serpentine uncle became privy to Grandpa's secrets. 

He had never known the existence of the second will, the will by Grandma. Neither did my middle uncle, otherwise, he would surely have mentioned. He was confused by the happenings of the day.

One night I had severe pain and things started going in and out of focus and I felt faint. My father called the ambulance and took me to Apollo Hospital and it’s that view, when I looked up to the balcony above that has clung to my memory forever like flies in a fly paper. I saw the smiling faces of my grandmother, uncle and aunt looking down. I cannot forget the wretchedness of those wicked smiles of satisfaction when I was being taken to the hospital in an emergency. They are etched forever in my mind forever.

In the Bible it says “…whatsoever a man soweth, that shall he also reap”, which describes karma simply, but perfectly. “Action and reaction are opposite and equal” stated Newton in his third law of motion, a definition commonly used to describe karma in Buddhism. In everyday conversation, people sometimes say “what goes around, comes around”, which is a loose but nevertheless truthful description of karma. Thus I think they won’t be spared by the whim of time.

 You learn more when you challenge someone and make queries than when you just go along with what they say because you are afraid to disagree. My father made the serious mistake of doing that. He always went along with his siblings, especially the sly younger brother not comprehending his true self. If everyone doesn't agree it isn't the end of the world —it's the beginning of a great discussion. I must say that another thing is necessary for one's life… the ability to take the right decision at the right time. 

When my father acknowledged that I have this ability to judge and take decisions he always asked me before doing anything. He was a man of determined action with an innate sense of integrity. 

He resolved to visit the lawyer and politely ask him to show the will as it was a matter of life and death of his precious daughter. He thought if he could explain the urgency of the liver transplant and how a major cardiac arrest had blocked eighty percent of his heart and how the smallest exertion set him gasping the lawyer will be kind enough to show the will as he is also a party.

 But it turned out that the lawyer was a part of their insalubrious activities. He identified Baba without him introducing himself to the lawyer. He remarked, 

“Aren't you the elder brother of my client?”

 My father was surprised that instead of taking my Grandma's name as the client he took his youngest brother's name. Baba nodded in acquiescence. He then told him about my predicament. The lawyer said

 “Poor soul! Pray for her. Nothing can happen now.” and kicked my father out of his office.

We were all so worried that he's not returning home when at night around ten o'clock at night and he returned crying and short of breath. I was filled with horror and shock at the wrongness of the moment. For the first time in his life he had been insulted and that too in such a gross way! He couldn't take it but at least he came back because his work was undone, he had to pull me out of death’s grip and that's why he lived not much and after I survived the liver transplant, he left us, not being able to take any more of the injustice. 

He departed to the other world without knowing the riddle of the second will, but I decided to fight the fire with fire and I am still doing it. 

Neither I nor my parents knew if I would live but we tried, and the universe listened as we reached out to the outside world through the media and people, MPs helped us with the fundraising.

My unwillingness to blur out of existence provided my parents with the unusual zeal to take the difficult path. It was then for the first time that we discovered the money-driven medical world. We flew to Delhi to discover the actual cost of the liver transplant and to discuss with the doctors that we are in real need and if he will do the surgery for a lesser amount. The first doctor in a renowned hospital said that the disease is genetic, and it will happen again and the effort behind a liver transplant will go in vain. We approached the next hospital and my parents requested the doctors and the hospital authorities to kindly do the transplant because we had less money and even less time. It was downright comical how politely they denied doing the transplant without the exact sum of money, a whopping twenty-two lakhs! 

I thought of my dismal fate and strange imbalance in the laws of karma. I haven't done anything wrong ever and neither have my parents so why is this happening to me? I am such a person who can't even kill a mosquito. I don't hate animals and I can never hurt any, but I am surely going to fight fire with fire and tramp on the nerve of the man who has such gall and marked disrespect for others’ life. At that time my existence was so uncertain that nobody knew if I would survive the comedy of life and my father did whatever I asked him and gave me whatever I desired. His mental status was such that he could even fetch the moon for me. 

‘Thingamajig dryad gazed the distant moon

 Inscrutable citizenry made her swoon

 Oh! Well, behemoth coterie

 With brio faced fakery 

Dry-eyed unruffled with a tra-la-la tune!’

My father performed a bold act and everyone became concerned, heaving and gasping for air after a massive heart attack he approached everyone and everywhere. He was popular for his rare integrity and sterling qualities and his desire to help everyone. 

"Can I help?" Everyone replied save any relatives for whom he had dedicated his life.

The renowned magician who got the Merlin award in magic, performed with his troupe to help a gloomy incident yet the ex-tenant singer who was nobody, when she came but rose to heights living in the house eventually by creating an ultimate illusion outwitting my father unworldly enough to trust salt for sugar engaged in a battle to acquire the flat which rightly belongs to us. Being desperately in need of money to fight malady that has hit out of the blue, where banknotes can only resuscitate we were knocking every door. She never thought of performing a show and living in the same house we were suddenly strangers.

Often terrible recurring nightmares where something seems to be chasing me, with no storyline, whatsoever that has to do with fear, just a terrible overwhelming feeling would almost certainly engulf me. We never grieve our situation of unremitting misery nor do I fear the coexistence of multiple rare diseases and pain.

The tragic incident of her father's death, made us face shocking poverty but I survived where, not only didn't have money for food the next day but also overcame MDR- TB, immunosuppressants, and its expensive treatment along with two sessions of radiation therapies (in the brain for leptomeningeal hemangioblastomas) which went on for six weeks, one cyberknife and not forgetting the kidney cancer. All the life-saving surgeries and treatments and diagnoses happened in the nick of time. I’ve had numerous surgeries, not dismissing from mind thyroidectomy which led to HypoPara (hypocalcemia due to low parathyroid hormone level). 

But we know, In every field of life, you enjoy the results of your work or suffer the results and you cannot escape it. This is your karma. You suffer or enjoy the results of your activities from time immemorial, but you can change the results of your karma and this change depends on the way you react. For every action, there is an equal and opposite reaction. What I am suffering is the karma of past lives, it depends on my reaction towards sufferings, how we cope, get along, manage.

It is said that what goes around, comes around which is a perfect description of Karma. No one can ever be spared by karma, that's the law of nature, there can never be an imbalance in the laws of karma and that's like the laws of physics.

The scriptures say

• Do your duty, but do not concern yourself with the results.

• The fruits of your actions are not for your enjoyment.

• Even while working, give up the pride of doership.

• Do not be attached to inaction.

Karma is defined as the sum of a person's actions in this and previous states of existence, viewed as deciding their fate in future existences. This relates to the judgment of God in scripture and the tenant of Christianity that we ultimately reap what we have sown.

Instant Karma's gonna get you

Gonna knock you right on the head

You better get yourself together

Pretty soon you're gonna be dead

What in the world you thinking of 

Laughing in the face of love

What on earth you tryin' to do

It's up to you, yeah you ~ John Lennon 

The Bible talks a lot about reaping and sowing. In each of these instances, as well as all the other references to reaping and sowing, the act of receiving the rewards of your actions takes place in this life. It is a present-day activity, and the references make it clear that the fruit you reap will be commensurate with the actions you have performed. In addition, the sowing you perform in this life will affect your reward or punishment in the afterlife.

You get one shot at life and live

 it according to God’s plan, and that is it.

James 3:18

18 Peacemakers who sow in peace reap a harvest of righteousness.

Job 4:8

8 As I have observed, those who plow evil and those who sow trouble reap it.

Matthew 25:46

46 “Then they will go away to eternal punishment, but the righteous to eternal life.”

Matthew 26:52

52 “Put your sword back in its place,” Jesus said to him, “for all who draw the sword will die by the sword.

Galatians 6:7

7 Do not be deceived: God cannot be mocked. A man reaps what he sows.

You reap what you sow

You get what you grow

This is the law that the Lord has made.

Give to others and you’ll never lack

Plant some good and

Your good will come back

 But even after all these they have broken into our flat and let it out. It's said that “birds of a feather flock together’, such as the story of my paternal aunt who attends court with the scheming uncle.

Her crocodile tears are an insincere hypocritical display of grief pretending to be upset.