<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4091982036461234204</id><updated>2011-07-30T21:06:16.852-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Life of a Social Worker</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rubinabedi.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4091982036461234204/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rubinabedi.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>pyarasingh</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>27</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4091982036461234204.post-4810455924682785013</id><published>2009-05-24T17:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-01-06T10:51:30.703-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;January 21st, 2009&lt;br /&gt;Pingalwara&lt;br /&gt;My frist day at Pingalwara was absol amazing- I met with a Social Worker Named Gulshan- whom I call Gulshan ji- he is a MSW, who I am working under. He is the only social worker in all of the Pingalwara locations. I also met with a girl named Sweety- who is absol adorable- she has practically fallen head over heels for me- and says it with all her heart. So I visited all the sites with Gulshan Ji; We made rounds to the Metab Meta Niwas- which is the female ward; named after Bhaghat Puran Singh’s Mother-and the Piyara Singh Niwas-which is the male ward; named after Bhaghat Puran Singh’s adopted child- he was Mentally Challenged. I visited with the ward patients of the main location as well. I met with ward no. 1 on my first day and on my second day I met individually with each patient from ward no.2. after meeting with all of the 40 patients- I choose 11 of whom I thought would be able to participate in a group setting- finally on day two we sat out in the sun, under a tree on these lovely white benches- and I ran my first group therap session with patients who are mentally retarded. After sitting with them for over 30 mins I was able to understand who was able to participate and who wasn’t. We went around the circle and I asked the same question to each patient- the questions consisted of what their likes are, what their dislikes are, and if they would sing a song for the group. Many of them would not answer or sing the songs, and then some of them would answer for the others, and the worst patient was who repled “Neeru” to every question- which is her name. This was frustrating at first but then later I realized that it won’t help to get annoyed- infact I chose the patients which I thought would be the best candidates for group therapy and different kinds of experiments. Gulshan Ji and I have decided on doing Clay, Art, Music, Dance Therapy with the patients who I choose. I have finally chosen 6 out the the 11 patients- Lukhbir, Tari, Farida, Satnam Kaur, Shanti, and Kancham.&lt;br /&gt;Lukhbir- She is pretty quiet- seems like she is always embarassed- which is possible because she has a beard on her face; but she is able to sing and interact slowly and vocally is low.&lt;br /&gt;Tari- is a dark colored woman, who is also pretty shy- although once she gets started she starts to talk and comment on others stories. Once Tari starts to sing, she doesn’t want to do anything other than sing.&lt;br /&gt;Farida- Is a muslim woman, who is also a little shy- although she talks of her family- husband and children. She reports she wants to go home. She doesn’t know where “Home” is.&lt;br /&gt;Satnam Kaur- is a brilliant woman- she is not mentally challenged at all- infact she and her husband lived together till her husband passed away- then was unable to care for herself- and was shifted to Pingalwara. Pt is very interactive- and able to sing full songs.&lt;br /&gt;Shanti- Is also a Shy woman- who talks only when asked a question- but she is going to be an interesting challenge- making her more interactive-&lt;br /&gt;Kancham- Finally my fav Patient- Kancham is a VERY talkative patient- who excessively talks, especiall regarding her friends in pingalwara- she talks over the other group memebers- answering questions for them- although when asked to stop talking and let the others finish; she simply stops talking and waits for me to ask her to start talking again. Kancham is able to sing songs, and is aware of the situation around her.&lt;br /&gt;These are the patients of my group.&lt;br /&gt;Later that day I met with Dr.Naki who is a visiting medical doctor- Dr. Naki is a phenomenol doctor- whoo does not have his own private practice, rather goes and volunteers his time at different NGO’s such as Pingalwara. Wemet with a patient who has Neuro Fibro Mytosis. That is a disease where at patint has boils- such as a califlour effect all over the body. She is covered from head to toe. Dr. Naki explained this is a text book case. And hopes to take this patient to the hospital to show his students this case.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4091982036461234204-4810455924682785013?l=rubinabedi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rubinabedi.blogspot.com/feeds/4810455924682785013/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4091982036461234204&amp;postID=4810455924682785013' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4091982036461234204/posts/default/4810455924682785013'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4091982036461234204/posts/default/4810455924682785013'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rubinabedi.blogspot.com/2009/05/january-21st-2009-pingalwara-my-frist.html' title=''/><author><name>pyarasingh</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4091982036461234204.post-8831626905816840545</id><published>2009-05-24T17:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-24T17:04:47.160-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Diary</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;January 12, 2009&lt;br /&gt;12 days in India- Traveling from town to town; I started my trip in Delhi- visiting my In-laws- which in its self is fun. It’s always entertaining to see people after a long time. Then I left for Amritsar- my destination; main reasons for being in India. I have taken a HUGE step by leaving everything I know behind to do charity work. At first getting to Amritsar was exciting, Visiting the Golden Temple and roaming the streets. But then I started to feel wary; and unsure of my decision. I guess I was just feeling a bit dis-hearted- being alone in a new town. Of course I know many people in Amritsar- but to have a companion is always helpful. Any ways, I went to go visit my relatives in Batala- as that was a Sad Trip. I stayed at Kaka Chacha and Rosie Chachie’s house as usual. But this time it was DIFFERENT; with this awful tragedy in our family of losing Sumeet. I still can’t believe he is not with us; it strikes me as unreal. Well this is a battle of life; and sadly we are fighting for our lives in this battle.  It scares me, because this tragedy has left Kaka Chacha Broken to pieces, and Rosie Chachie in a state of Depression.  Leaving from Batala made me very sad, and at the same time I felt relieved. That evening I went to Darbar Sahib- feeling at peace, praying for everyone around me. The next day I went to Pingalwara- My Final Destination! Getting there was actually very easy from my Hotel- cost me 50rs by Auto (I possibly gave the Auto driver a little too much-but that’s ok). I got there and wanted to meet with Dr. Inderjeet Kaur, although unfortunately she was unavailable- I met with a Mr. Rahi- who in turn made my experience all the sweeter. He met with me and I explained to him what I had done- left my job, and Home to come and volunteer. He was impressed at seeing my enthusiasm, and reading my resume. He immediately offered me housing, which I kindly declined (I want to be closer to Darbar Sahib to be able to go and visit daily- as in America its impossible to go to Gurdwara on a regular basis- therefore I have decided I will try to go Every SINGLE DAY that I am in Amritsar). I was given a tour of Pingalwara in the Amritsar Location- I visited the women’s ward- women who have been picked up from the streets, deaf and mute, and even women who are HIV+. They were all so welcoming and warm to me. In fact they were excited to see a new face. After that, Rahi Uncle offered a tour to the Manawal location as well. That’s aprox 30 min away from the Amritsar Location. A few Military Wives wanted a tour, and I was also sent along with them to see this other location- WHICH WAS AMAZING! I couldn’t beieve my eyes- Pingalwara is so CLEAN! I mean I was under the impression that it was going to be this dirty place- but on the contrary it was entirely different.  I was given the chance to meet with deaf/mute children, children who cannot afford schooling; and are being schooled at Pingalwara; I was also given the opportunity to meet the most amazing two children. I met with Conjoined Twins, Sonu and Monu. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4091982036461234204-8831626905816840545?l=rubinabedi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rubinabedi.blogspot.com/feeds/8831626905816840545/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4091982036461234204&amp;postID=8831626905816840545' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4091982036461234204/posts/default/8831626905816840545'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4091982036461234204/posts/default/8831626905816840545'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rubinabedi.blogspot.com/2009/05/diary.html' title='Diary'/><author><name>pyarasingh</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4091982036461234204.post-3391083959326314203</id><published>2009-03-25T02:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-25T02:42:26.839-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Few Cases:</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Shanti&lt;/span&gt;-&lt;/u&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Shanti&lt;/span&gt; is 55 yo, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;pts&lt;/span&gt; husband passed away a few years ago; due to his death patient became &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;severely&lt;/span&gt; depressed. pt has two daughters which are both married. Pt was left alone, and her sister decided to play DOCTOR and administered her Diabetic medication to the patient in the hopes of making her feel better. The medicated reacted in such a way, that it caused a mental break down for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Shanti&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Shanti&lt;/span&gt; started to become anxious, walk around, talking senselessly, and taking her clothes off. Without thinking to take &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Shanti&lt;/span&gt; to a doctor, the family dropped her off at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Pingalwara&lt;/span&gt; and never came back to get her again. It has been 8 years since she heard from her family. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Shanti&lt;/span&gt; is on psychotropic medications. She is possibly living with a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;schizo affective&lt;/span&gt; disorder. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Bindu&lt;/span&gt;-&lt;/u&gt; (AKA Laughing Patient) &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;Bindu&lt;/span&gt; was asked a series of questions, and the answers to all were "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;HAHAHAHHAHAHHAH&lt;/span&gt;" &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;Uncontrollable&lt;/span&gt; laughter!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;Kamali&lt;/span&gt;-&lt;/u&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;Kamali&lt;/span&gt; was dropped off to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;Pingalwara&lt;/span&gt; 7 months ago by the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;sarpanch&lt;/span&gt; (town leader) for being disruptive, taking her clothes off and inappropriate behavior. After a full examination of the patient, we came to know that she is Pregnant. The patient cannot respond to any questions, and in return when you pat her belly and ask her where this came from, she starts to Smile and starts to hit her belly. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;Kamali&lt;/span&gt; is due next month on April 18, 2009. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4091982036461234204-3391083959326314203?l=rubinabedi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rubinabedi.blogspot.com/feeds/3391083959326314203/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4091982036461234204&amp;postID=3391083959326314203' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4091982036461234204/posts/default/3391083959326314203'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4091982036461234204/posts/default/3391083959326314203'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rubinabedi.blogspot.com/2009/03/few-cases.html' title='A Few Cases:'/><author><name>pyarasingh</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4091982036461234204.post-6252157431250207564</id><published>2009-03-25T02:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-25T02:22:53.153-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Thought to Ponder...</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Just a thought to ponder......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;-Why do children leave their parents, when the parent(s) have become mentally unstable? whether it be a son or daughter!????????&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Coming from the South Asian community, we tend to believe that we, and only we, are the only people who can give proper care to our parents. The thought of putting our parents in nursing homes is completely out of the question…or is it? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The thought of putting your parents in an American standard nursing home is still bearable- although how could one leave their parents in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Pingalwara&lt;/span&gt;? Drop them off and Never take them back. Only because they are out of control with their mental state of mind?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I have many cases where my patients children have left them in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Pingalwara&lt;/span&gt;, and they are residing in a ward with some &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;severely&lt;/span&gt; mentally ill patients, just because they are unable to care for their parents. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I thought only Americans were CRAZY! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;MISCONCEPTION- for those of you who think that Indians are not Mentally Ill, YOUR WRONG!!!!! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;In fact&lt;/span&gt; at least &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Americans&lt;/span&gt; are able to get the proper Psychiatric care needed to function and live a high quality life. India has hidden away their Mentally unstable patients in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Pingalwara&lt;/span&gt; and other organizations.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4091982036461234204-6252157431250207564?l=rubinabedi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rubinabedi.blogspot.com/feeds/6252157431250207564/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4091982036461234204&amp;postID=6252157431250207564' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4091982036461234204/posts/default/6252157431250207564'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4091982036461234204/posts/default/6252157431250207564'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rubinabedi.blogspot.com/2009/03/thought-to-ponder.html' title='A Thought to Ponder...'/><author><name>pyarasingh</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4091982036461234204.post-5777313675478905420</id><published>2009-03-25T02:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-25T02:04:55.436-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Back to work....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hello Everyone.... IM BACK!!! Im very sorry for being out of touch... actually I took a small vacation from Pingalwara and went to Delhi while Aman was visiting in India for 3 weeks. This week has been especially hectic, getting back into work mode! But IM BACK!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4091982036461234204-5777313675478905420?l=rubinabedi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rubinabedi.blogspot.com/feeds/5777313675478905420/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4091982036461234204&amp;postID=5777313675478905420' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4091982036461234204/posts/default/5777313675478905420'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4091982036461234204/posts/default/5777313675478905420'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rubinabedi.blogspot.com/2009/03/back-to-work.html' title='Back to work....'/><author><name>pyarasingh</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4091982036461234204.post-2952986831752131762</id><published>2009-02-19T23:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-19T23:25:12.007-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Any Ideas???</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Dear Rubina &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Bedi&lt;/span&gt; Blog Followers-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;I need your help! I have a task which needs to be completed before I leave India. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;I need to come up with a plan to change the wards for my Mentally Challenged Patients.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;here is the PROBLEM: It needs to be LOW BUDGET, as well as Comprehensive for my Patients. Keep in mind these patients are very low functioning. My Patients sit around in the sun all day, sleeping and doing hardly anything. They need some sort of Activity. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;here are some of my ideas: Please ENHANCE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;-Wards to be painted in diff colors to add brightness&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;-Activities: Puzzles, Coloring Books, Drawing, for Educated patients-reading material, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;-games&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;-music&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;-prizes for best behaved, dressed, for helping &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;sewadars&lt;/span&gt; etc..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;-Competitions&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;-Acting Class&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;-Dance Class&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;-Performances&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;-Sports- Badminton&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Once it is decided on what to do, we will hire a few girls and train them on how to keep these patients active. Our Patients sit around doing NOTHING, causing their brains to rot, and limbs to stiffen. Its very sad to see these patients just sitting around laying in the sun. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;PLEASE HELP WITH YOUR IDEAS!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;                                                                                  Best wishes, and Regards,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;                                                                                                     Rubina Bedi &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4091982036461234204-2952986831752131762?l=rubinabedi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rubinabedi.blogspot.com/feeds/2952986831752131762/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4091982036461234204&amp;postID=2952986831752131762' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4091982036461234204/posts/default/2952986831752131762'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4091982036461234204/posts/default/2952986831752131762'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rubinabedi.blogspot.com/2009/02/any-ideas.html' title='Any Ideas???'/><author><name>pyarasingh</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4091982036461234204.post-7859896095705355285</id><published>2009-02-19T22:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-19T23:12:23.000-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Savarna</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;Savarna is a 75 yo Female, who worked for Pingalwara all her life. Her Husband died many years ago. Savarna lived with her Son, Daughter in law, and Grand daughter. Savarna's Son passed away aprox 12 years ago, her daughter in law re marrying and leaving her child behind. Savarna raised her grand daughter all alone. Now Savarna is unable to care for herself and grand daughter. Beeji (Dr. Inderjeet Kaur) offered Savarna a place in one of the wards, and her Grand Daughter is now living in Manawala, going to school, and living in the girls hostel.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4091982036461234204-7859896095705355285?l=rubinabedi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rubinabedi.blogspot.com/feeds/7859896095705355285/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4091982036461234204&amp;postID=7859896095705355285' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4091982036461234204/posts/default/7859896095705355285'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4091982036461234204/posts/default/7859896095705355285'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rubinabedi.blogspot.com/2009/02/savarna.html' title='Savarna'/><author><name>pyarasingh</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4091982036461234204.post-7114170663828449782</id><published>2009-02-19T22:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-19T22:49:34.402-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Kamal Kumari</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Kamal&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Kumari&lt;/span&gt; is 46 yo Female, who was brought to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Pingalwara&lt;/span&gt; through the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Organization&lt;/span&gt; that she was living &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;with&lt;/span&gt; for the past 15 years. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Pts&lt;/span&gt; Parents died many years ago, and she was Adopted by her School Principal. Pt is an educated woman, who was a School Teacher at an &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Air force&lt;/span&gt; School, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;pts&lt;/span&gt; Degree (MAB ED). Pt was Married at age 26; and due to not being able to have any children her &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;in laws&lt;/span&gt; and husband found reason for divorce. After her divorce she started to live alone, because her adoptive family did not support her. Pt started to rent a room and worked part time. Pt reports, she started feeling depressed and lonely at this time. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;One Fine day, she decided to go meet a Friend in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Hoshiarpur&lt;/span&gt;- at the bus stand she was offered ice cream by some random woman, which she refused numerous times. Pt doesn't remember what happened after that, all she recalls is that she fainted. The next morning when she came into &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;consciousness&lt;/span&gt;, she found herself in a Mental Hospital; Where she stayed for 1 year.  Then she was sent to Sahara Short Stay Home in Amritsar (on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;Majitha&lt;/span&gt; rd, Near &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;Madan&lt;/span&gt; Hospital). Pt stayed there for 14 years, when one day while the head warden was out on a 3 month leave, the other wardens kicked her out and sent her to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;Pingalwara&lt;/span&gt; without her personal belongings. Pt reports that the girls at the short stay home were not getting along with her, and would fight with her for no reason. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Sahara Short Stay home was called, and we sent patient along with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;Rahul&lt;/span&gt; (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;Gulshan&lt;/span&gt; Sir's PA) to pick up her stuff, along with her 1.5 &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;lakhs&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;FD's&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Now &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;Kamal&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;Kumari&lt;/span&gt; is happily at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;Pingalwara&lt;/span&gt;, and soon we will put her to work to keep her busy. She is simply depressed with no paranoia.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4091982036461234204-7114170663828449782?l=rubinabedi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rubinabedi.blogspot.com/feeds/7114170663828449782/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4091982036461234204&amp;postID=7114170663828449782' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4091982036461234204/posts/default/7114170663828449782'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4091982036461234204/posts/default/7114170663828449782'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rubinabedi.blogspot.com/2009/02/kamal-kumari.html' title='Kamal Kumari'/><author><name>pyarasingh</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4091982036461234204.post-7282036504476066653</id><published>2009-02-19T12:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-19T23:38:37.660-08:00</updated><title type='text'>CHURIYA</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;So Finally My Senior- &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Gulshan&lt;/span&gt; Sir has returned from MP- &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Gulshan&lt;/span&gt; Sir's Father Passed away, therefore he was out there dealing with his fathers final rites etc.. So Thank GOD he is back- &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Cuz&lt;/span&gt; it was getting kinda tiring dealing with all these patients by myself, and worse is the STAFF. They love it that he is gone- they take advantage of EVERYTHING-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;Especially the warden at the Mata &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Metab&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Kaur&lt;/span&gt; Ward- This is the Female Ward in Amritsar City. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;This warden thinks she can do whatever she wants - &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;ARGH&lt;/span&gt; she drives me CRAZY!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;So &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Gulshan&lt;/span&gt; Sir and I were making our rounds at the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;MMK&lt;/span&gt; ward, and we went upstairs to check on the wards upstairs- &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Gulshan&lt;/span&gt; Sir took one side, and I took another. As I was going around, this one patient came Running at me, screaming '&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;CHURIYA&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;CHURIYA&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;CHURIYA&lt;/span&gt;!!!" She saw my Gold Bangles and wanted them. So she grabbed them, and wouldn't let go of my arm, her other arm wrapped around my head, and she started pulling my hair.... Here I am thinking&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;"FANTASTIC- she is going to throw me off the roof, and no &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;Sewadars&lt;/span&gt; around either to help me!!" so finally I pull my one hand loose and try to push her off of me, she finally let go of my bangles- but my hair was in her full grasp. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;Ok&lt;/span&gt; so no problem, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;Thank God for Princeton House Behavioral Health- Handle with Care Training. Well I wasn't too &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;concerned&lt;/span&gt; about myself as I didn't want to Hurt her. I mean come on, she is mentally challenged-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;So I let her pull my hair, and I pushed into her, so she couldn't exactly pull very much, and then jerked my head away from her, while she &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;scratched&lt;/span&gt; my neck. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;So now i have this little cut on my neck and its bleeding, and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; thinking, GREAT!!!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;But Seriously, all she wanted were my Bangles.... and I had the Nerve to show them off and not  give them to her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;So when I go back to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;Pingalwara&lt;/span&gt; I will take Bangles for her so she has some of her own! Maybe she won't jump me this time around! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4091982036461234204-7282036504476066653?l=rubinabedi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rubinabedi.blogspot.com/feeds/7282036504476066653/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4091982036461234204&amp;postID=7282036504476066653' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4091982036461234204/posts/default/7282036504476066653'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4091982036461234204/posts/default/7282036504476066653'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rubinabedi.blogspot.com/2009/02/churiya.html' title='CHURIYA'/><author><name>pyarasingh</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4091982036461234204.post-4556553124451945478</id><published>2009-02-19T11:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-23T06:05:28.694-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Rupinder Kaur/aka BHUTTO</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pzZlMt3l_qg/SaKtBogN0sI/AAAAAAAAACE/Gkh_s23mUhU/s1600-h/DSC05899.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305993554559881922" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pzZlMt3l_qg/SaKtBogN0sI/AAAAAAAAACE/Gkh_s23mUhU/s320/DSC05899.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Bhutto is a very special woman- she is 'Mentally Retarded' (and yes folks this is the politically correct way of saying it in India)- She is not the cleanest of my patients- she has major dandruff, and walks around and chases the other patients. our daily conversation consists of:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Bhutto: &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Saasssri&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Akal&lt;/span&gt; Madame&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Rubina: &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Haan&lt;/span&gt; Bhutto, Ki &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;haal&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;hai&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;tera&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Bhutto: Oh &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Maar&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;di&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;haii&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Rubina: &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Kaun&lt;/span&gt; Mar Di &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Hai&lt;/span&gt;??&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Bhutto: &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;BUA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Rubina: &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;Kaun&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;Bua&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Bhutto: &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;BUA&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;BUA&lt;/span&gt; MAR DI &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;HAI&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Rubina: (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;Bua&lt;/span&gt; is the Warden)- &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;Kyu&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;Bua&lt;/span&gt; Mar Di &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;Hai&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;Tenu&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Bhutto: &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;Mein&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;Naandi&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24"&gt;Nahi&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Bhutto doesn't realize what she is saying, Usually she will say she won't eat food, because &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25"&gt;Bua&lt;/span&gt; hits her, which is not true. The warden of that Ward is the sweetest Nurse. Her Name is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_26"&gt;Kiran&lt;/span&gt;, and she takes care of her patients with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_27"&gt;alot&lt;/span&gt; of love and care. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;This is pretty much our daily conversation- So many days I just humor her and go along with what she is saying... :)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Interesting Woman &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4091982036461234204-4556553124451945478?l=rubinabedi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rubinabedi.blogspot.com/feeds/4556553124451945478/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4091982036461234204&amp;postID=4556553124451945478' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4091982036461234204/posts/default/4556553124451945478'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4091982036461234204/posts/default/4556553124451945478'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rubinabedi.blogspot.com/2009/02/rupinder-kauraka-bhutto.html' title='Rupinder Kaur/aka BHUTTO'/><author><name>pyarasingh</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pzZlMt3l_qg/SaKtBogN0sI/AAAAAAAAACE/Gkh_s23mUhU/s72-c/DSC05899.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4091982036461234204.post-7864694318986169482</id><published>2009-02-05T02:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-05T03:10:47.593-08:00</updated><title type='text'>New Admissions</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2/5/09&lt;br /&gt;New Admission: &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Kamal&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Kumari&lt;/span&gt; a 46-47 yo female. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Pts&lt;/span&gt; parents died many years ago, and was adopted by her school principal. Pt is well educated, MAB ED, a School Teacher- Speaks fluent English. Pt was married at the age of 26, due to not being able to have any children, patients husband divorced her. Since then patient claims to being &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;severely&lt;/span&gt; depressed. Pt then started to live alone, and work. One day pt went to go visit her friend in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Hushyarpur&lt;/span&gt;, and at the Bus Stand pt fell &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;unconscious&lt;/span&gt;- when she came to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;consciousness&lt;/span&gt; pt found herself in a Mental Hospital. Pt was kept there for 1 year. After that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;transfered&lt;/span&gt; to Amritsar-to Sahara Short Stay Home. Pt stayed there for 14 years- and then was finally kicked out (unknown reasons). Pt was sent to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Pingalwara&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;I hope to get the patient the desired psychotropic &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;meds&lt;/span&gt; to make her stable enough to start working &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;somewhere&lt;/span&gt; in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;Pingalwara&lt;/span&gt; as a teacher possibly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;nd&lt;/span&gt; New Admission:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;Savarna&lt;/span&gt;: a 75 yr old female, who was a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;Sewadarni&lt;/span&gt; at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;Pingalwara&lt;/span&gt; all her life. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;Pt's&lt;/span&gt; son died 12 years ago, leaving behind his wife and daughter. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;Pt's&lt;/span&gt; daughter in law remarried leaving behind her child with S&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;avarna&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;Savarna&lt;/span&gt; raised her &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;grand daughter&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;until&lt;/span&gt; recently. Pt believes she is not capable of caring for herself and her &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;grand daughter&lt;/span&gt;, therefore &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;seeking&lt;/span&gt; help from &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24"&gt;Beeji&lt;/span&gt; (Dr. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25"&gt;Inderjeet&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_26"&gt;Kaur&lt;/span&gt;), who in turn has kept &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_27"&gt;Savarna&lt;/span&gt; at Mata &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_28"&gt;Metab&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_29"&gt;Kaur&lt;/span&gt; Ward, and her &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_30"&gt;Grand daughter&lt;/span&gt; is getting a full education at the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_31"&gt;Manawal&lt;/span&gt; Location and living in the girls hostel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_32"&gt;Pingalwara&lt;/span&gt; is truly a God Gifted Place.... If any of you (reading my posts) decided to come to Amritsar- DO VISIT &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_33"&gt;PINGALWARA&lt;/span&gt;.... its a great place!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4091982036461234204-7864694318986169482?l=rubinabedi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rubinabedi.blogspot.com/feeds/7864694318986169482/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4091982036461234204&amp;postID=7864694318986169482' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4091982036461234204/posts/default/7864694318986169482'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4091982036461234204/posts/default/7864694318986169482'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rubinabedi.blogspot.com/2009/02/new-admissions.html' title='New Admissions'/><author><name>pyarasingh</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4091982036461234204.post-5791202458989172614</id><published>2009-02-05T02:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-05T02:58:01.614-08:00</updated><title type='text'>ACCIDENT CAUSER!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I AM &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;OFFICIALLY&lt;/span&gt; AN ACCIDENT CAUSER!! I cause road accidents wherever I go...But &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;todays&lt;/span&gt; was ESPECIALLY SPECIAL! I simply mind my own business out here in Amritsar, I listen to my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Ipod&lt;/span&gt; to avoid unnecessary comments on the road side. Well today I wore a suit- PINK-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;GULABO&lt;/span&gt;...very pretty...simple...with a Pink Shawl... &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Of course&lt;/span&gt; I look VERY DIFFERENT from all the girls out here, but I can't help it. So any ways- &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; on my way to work- on a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Rickshaw&lt;/span&gt;- AS USUAL- and these two guys on a motorcycle turn their heads to look at me.... and then &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;BAM&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The motorcycle crashes into the car ahead of him!!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The guy on the back of the motorcycle yells- "WHAT THE HELL?" (in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Punjabi&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;of course&lt;/span&gt;) and the guy in the front yells back "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;YAAR&lt;/span&gt; THE GIRL ON THE &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;RICKSHAW&lt;/span&gt; CAUSED IT!" &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I couldn't help but laugh, and then they had the nerve to pull up next to my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;Rickshaw&lt;/span&gt; (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;of course&lt;/span&gt; after recollecting their hurt ego and get back on the motorcycle) and make more comments!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I JUST KEPT LISTENING TO MY &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;IPOD&lt;/span&gt; and KEPT LAUGHING!!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A Similar Incident happened Yesterday- as I was walking back from Golden Temple to my hotel- I Encountered a DOG sitting on top of a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;rickshaw&lt;/span&gt;- and as a AUTO &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;Rickshaw&lt;/span&gt; pulled near- the dog started to BARK at the Auto Driver!!! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;OF COURSE&lt;/span&gt; you had to be there.... but it was pretty funny- so &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;of course&lt;/span&gt;, what did I do?.... Yes if you know me... you guessed it... I was laughing like a idiot on the street by myself at this DOG!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Okay Enough of my Funny Stories.... Back to WORK!! :o)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4091982036461234204-5791202458989172614?l=rubinabedi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rubinabedi.blogspot.com/feeds/5791202458989172614/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4091982036461234204&amp;postID=5791202458989172614' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4091982036461234204/posts/default/5791202458989172614'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4091982036461234204/posts/default/5791202458989172614'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rubinabedi.blogspot.com/2009/02/accident-causer.html' title='ACCIDENT CAUSER!!!'/><author><name>pyarasingh</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4091982036461234204.post-3960582152853342667</id><published>2009-02-04T03:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-04T03:51:07.921-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Farida, Kulwant &amp; Satnam</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Fantastic! Today was an Amazing Day! Apart from it Being MY BABY BROTHERS &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;BIRTHDAY&lt;/span&gt;- I had an AMAZING session with my group patients. Well okay so I lied a little.... it wasn't amazing...it was BLOW OUT CRAZY AMAZINGLY FANTASTIC!!! Today two of my patients had gone to the dentist, so we only had 5 opposed to our usual 7 (inc. our new patient &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Kulwant&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Kaur&lt;/span&gt;!) We did our usual... the group seemed a bit tired...especially since it was so sunny out today- we were peeling our shawls off! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Farida&lt;/span&gt; kept singing to herself so I had to ask her to leave, but she wouldn't leave- and finally opened up. She started to cry and say " I WANT TO GO HOME!! I want to see my child and I just want to go home! Take me HOME!" i was able to understand this, but the problem is, HOW CAN WE SEND HER HOME??? When she arrived at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Pingalwara&lt;/span&gt; she was beat up, all bashed up, head wounds, and tortured- BY HER HUSBAND! so how in the world do you send her home? She really is not fit to go home- SADLY!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Later they were all sent to their wards, and I kept behind &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Kulwant&lt;/span&gt; (New Pt), and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Satnam&lt;/span&gt;. These are my two patients with the most comprehension. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Kulwant&lt;/span&gt; as explained in one of my previous blogs was a Lawyer, and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Satnam&lt;/span&gt; is a well educated woman. I really wanted to trigger friendship &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;amongst&lt;/span&gt; them, so they have a companion throughout the day. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The three of us started to talk, and were able to understand where &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Kulwants&lt;/span&gt; Paranoia comes from. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;Kulwant&lt;/span&gt; is Paranoid of any MALE figure. She explained how her body is still pure, with the grace and protection of Guru Ram &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;Das&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;Ji&lt;/span&gt;, and that she has been molested many times but her &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;colleagues&lt;/span&gt;. We were finally able to understand through her stories of where this all triggered, and how it continued throughout her life. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;THE WOMAN NEEDED TREATMENT ALL THROUGHOUT HER LIFE- IF IF IF IF IF IF IF IF IF IF IF she had some treatment early on, this woman could have been a phenomenal Lawyer!!!! (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;Kulwant&lt;/span&gt; has met with Indira Gandhi 3 times and worked with her!) I MEAN COME ON!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;This &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;reallllllly&lt;/span&gt; makes me mad! This poor woman is all ALONE!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;I am becoming very very very GOD FEARING.... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;Satnam&lt;/span&gt; was able to talk to her, and understand her. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Towards the end, I was able to see a New Friendship in the makings!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;GOD BLESS!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4091982036461234204-3960582152853342667?l=rubinabedi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rubinabedi.blogspot.com/feeds/3960582152853342667/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4091982036461234204&amp;postID=3960582152853342667' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4091982036461234204/posts/default/3960582152853342667'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4091982036461234204/posts/default/3960582152853342667'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rubinabedi.blogspot.com/2009/02/farida-kulwant-satnam.html' title='Farida, Kulwant &amp; Satnam'/><author><name>pyarasingh</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4091982036461234204.post-6977115404951144407</id><published>2009-02-04T03:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-04T03:31:18.984-08:00</updated><title type='text'>HAPPY BIRTHDAY HARVEER...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY HARVEER.... Today was in your name... &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;First I went to Golden Temple Early in the morning...just to wish you a VERY HAPPY BIRTHDAY... then I went to work... I bought Candy and Fruits and gave it out to ALL the Patients... and then I went to GOLDEN TEMPLE yet once again to Give Parshad in your name!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I have prayed for your LONG LIFE, HAPPINESS, GOOD HEALTH, GOOD VALUES, and SUCCESS for the Future! I have been offering the Parshad in your name to all my NEW FRIENDS in AMRITSAR! =]&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I LOVE YOU HARVEER!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4091982036461234204-6977115404951144407?l=rubinabedi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rubinabedi.blogspot.com/feeds/6977115404951144407/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4091982036461234204&amp;postID=6977115404951144407' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4091982036461234204/posts/default/6977115404951144407'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4091982036461234204/posts/default/6977115404951144407'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rubinabedi.blogspot.com/2009/02/happy-birthday-harveer.html' title='HAPPY BIRTHDAY HARVEER...'/><author><name>pyarasingh</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4091982036461234204.post-515959331599413544</id><published>2009-02-03T02:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-03T02:15:27.198-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Kulwant Kaur-AKA Sheeda</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A New patient had admitted herself to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Pingalwara&lt;/span&gt; yesterday. I was assigned to do her Case History work up and Evaluate her and diagnose her. Pt is a 58 yo Indian Sikh Female, Unmarried, Lawyer. Pt has been depressed since her teenage years (18-19yo) while in school/college. Pt feels she is very sensitive to what anyone says- and therefore after practicing law for 1-2 years she left law. Her Family was not supportive of her educational background. Pt lived with Mother and 2 brothers along with their wives and children. After mothers death in 1995- &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;pts&lt;/span&gt; brothers and their families would fight with patient to make her life HELL. Pt was forced to leave her home- and she started to live at the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Darbar&lt;/span&gt; Sahib (Golden Temple). She is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;severely&lt;/span&gt; depressed, pt is unable to eat, sleep, or partake in any &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;activties&lt;/span&gt;. Pt feels &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;vulnerable&lt;/span&gt;, and unable to function. Pt is also very paranoid- in regards to any male &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;ruining&lt;/span&gt; her image or challenging her character. Pt is very fearful of any male &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;presence&lt;/span&gt;, therefore a female &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;sewadarni&lt;/span&gt; must go with her to all doctors appointments etc.. This patient is VERY INTELLIGENT, and EDUCATED! My plan is to get her started on some psychotropic medications and possible have her join up with a group called &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;SHAKTI&lt;/span&gt;- this group deals with WOMEN, especially those who have been harassed by their husbands, families etc.. This group is for women, to help them get back into the world. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Kulwant&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;Kaur&lt;/span&gt; has lost her whole life to Depression and Paranoia- But if I can do anything about it, I want to see her working again- and its VERY POSSIBLE!!! I want her life to become meaningful ONCE AGAIN!!!! :o)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I Am very passionate about her- and she is willing to do whatever it takes, and whatever I say.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;LETS ALL PRAY FOR &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;KULWANT&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;KAUR&lt;/span&gt;- All my patients need your prayers- and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;that's&lt;/span&gt; all &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;I'M&lt;/span&gt; ASKING FOR!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Thanks for reading my Blog!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4091982036461234204-515959331599413544?l=rubinabedi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rubinabedi.blogspot.com/feeds/515959331599413544/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4091982036461234204&amp;postID=515959331599413544' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4091982036461234204/posts/default/515959331599413544'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4091982036461234204/posts/default/515959331599413544'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rubinabedi.blogspot.com/2009/02/kulwant-kaur-aka-sheeda.html' title='Kulwant Kaur-AKA Sheeda'/><author><name>pyarasingh</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4091982036461234204.post-6345494692109785779</id><published>2009-02-03T01:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-03T02:03:48.807-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Shahida Sahib Gurdwara</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Martyrdom of a Scholar (Baba Deep Singh)Gurdwara Shahid Baba Deep Singh, Dist. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Amritsar :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;The great Sikh scholar and martyr Baba Deep Singh was mortally wounded here. In 1762 the Afghan invader Ahmed Shah Abdali ordered the Golden Temple blown up and the Sacred Tank filled in. Baba Deep Singh the greatest Sikh scholar of his time took up the sword on a mission to restore the sanctity of the Golden Temple. He along with five thousand faithful Sikhs fought against the Muslim forces of Jahan Khan. Although heavily outnumbered the Sikhs fought bravely. Baba Deep Singh was fatally wounded in the neck(head cut off) but had vowed to die in the precincts of the Golden Temple. Although mortally wounded Baba Deep Singh was able to continue fighting, while carrying his head in one hand,  until he was able to make his way to the Sacred Pool of the Golden Temple where he finally expired. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;It is said- If you go to this gurdwara with a clean heart and with truly god in your mind- you will get anything you ask for. Last night I went to this Gurdwara- I Went and Asked for the Happiness of my Family and Friends- so GOD BLESS- Everyone! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4091982036461234204-6345494692109785779?l=rubinabedi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rubinabedi.blogspot.com/feeds/6345494692109785779/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4091982036461234204&amp;postID=6345494692109785779' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4091982036461234204/posts/default/6345494692109785779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4091982036461234204/posts/default/6345494692109785779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rubinabedi.blogspot.com/2009/02/shahida-sahib-gurdwara.html' title='Shahida Sahib Gurdwara'/><author><name>pyarasingh</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4091982036461234204.post-3754158492300266363</id><published>2009-02-03T01:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-03T01:54:03.106-08:00</updated><title type='text'>UPDATE: Baghwant Singh</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Baghwant&lt;/span&gt; Singh is still at the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Piara&lt;/span&gt; Singh Ward. He is recovering slowly. A medical check up has been done- pt is no longer in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;withdrawls&lt;/span&gt;. Although treatment wise= OTHER THAN MY Treatment= THERE IS NO TREATMENT!!!!! He is not being &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;psychiatrically&lt;/span&gt; advised by any Doctor, or being given any therapy. He is basically just sitting around eating oranges, peeling peanuts, or laughing with the other patients. When we sit together and chat- &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;a lot&lt;/span&gt; comes out- I give him &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;a lot&lt;/span&gt; of lectures- and we even have come up with a plan on what he is going to do. But there really is NO HOPE for him. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;at the end of our session- &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Baghwant&lt;/span&gt; wanted to know if it was possible for him to go out for a movie with his wife and kids- and that "Madame I will stay in contact with you over the phone!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;I sat there and was like "ARE YOU KIDDING ME?! What says that your not going to go and use drugs?!!!!!!!!!! I mean seriously- what do you think of me?!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;After that he understood that I was not going to let him take me for granted!!!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;BLOODY FOOL!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4091982036461234204-3754158492300266363?l=rubinabedi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rubinabedi.blogspot.com/feeds/3754158492300266363/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4091982036461234204&amp;postID=3754158492300266363' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4091982036461234204/posts/default/3754158492300266363'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4091982036461234204/posts/default/3754158492300266363'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rubinabedi.blogspot.com/2009/02/update-baghwant-singh.html' title='UPDATE: Baghwant Singh'/><author><name>pyarasingh</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4091982036461234204.post-6450093659971533018</id><published>2009-02-03T01:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-03T01:48:15.846-08:00</updated><title type='text'>25 Things About My Trip To INDIA:</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1. You ONLY give 10rs(=.25Cents) to travel by &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Rikshaw&lt;/span&gt; to any place in Amritsar.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2. Crystal Softies totally SUCK now... opposed to 8 years ago. (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Esp.&lt;/span&gt; Flavor COOL MINT)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3. People cannot stop staring at ANYONE...especially a girl with RED STREAKS!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4. "Thank you???? &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Sorry&lt;/span&gt;!!!!!" These words do not EXIST !&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; Sure I was REBORN because I went to this small Chat Place- And I SWEAR I have been there before- but it was my first time going to that area!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;6. PUNJAB people are LAZY- the work they do in 1 day= I do in 1 Hour!!!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;7. People in PUNJAB take Naps throughout the day- therefore can many times not get work done!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;8. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Sheeda&lt;/span&gt; Sahib &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Gurdwara&lt;/span&gt; is an AMAZING and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Spiritual&lt;/span&gt; Place- You feel shivers while sitting there. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;9. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Batala&lt;/span&gt;??? Oops I have not been "HOME" for over 4 weeks. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;10. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Jalandhar&lt;/span&gt; is my new "HOME away from HOME!"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;11. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Jalandhar&lt;/span&gt; people EAT WAY TOO MUCH!!! (Who eats &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Shukar&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;Malayii&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;Praanti&lt;/span&gt;?)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;12. Amritsar is a part of my life now... Big Part of my LIFE!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;13. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;Sweety's&lt;/span&gt; Family are the sweetest- &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;Aunty&lt;/span&gt; makes Delicious food, Uncle &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;ji&lt;/span&gt; looks just like DAD, Harry gives me rides on his motorcycle, and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;Sweety&lt;/span&gt; is an AMAZING Friend... Always makes me feel so SPECIAL!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;14. I MISS AMERICAN FOOD!!!!!!!!! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;15. I MISS &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;AMAN&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;MASTI&lt;/span&gt; MORE!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;16. Life is very &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;Chilllllll&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;17. Traffic is crazy... Fun to watch people fight on the road in regards to minor accidents. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;18. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;RISHWAT&lt;/span&gt;! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;19. Its fun to ride with 3 people on a Motorcycle- &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;20. People of India are very LOVING- sometimes too loving (FOOD WISE!)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;21. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;Pingalwara&lt;/span&gt; is another WORLD!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;22. Hospitals in Amritsar are very poorly maintained. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;23. Professionals in India make nil. the Salary of a Doctor is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;aprox&lt;/span&gt; 20,000 rs per month!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;24. I love PUNJAB!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;25. I LOVE AMRITSAR!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4091982036461234204-6450093659971533018?l=rubinabedi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rubinabedi.blogspot.com/feeds/6450093659971533018/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4091982036461234204&amp;postID=6450093659971533018' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4091982036461234204/posts/default/6450093659971533018'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4091982036461234204/posts/default/6450093659971533018'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rubinabedi.blogspot.com/2009/02/25-things-about-my-trip-to-india.html' title='25 Things About My Trip To INDIA:'/><author><name>pyarasingh</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4091982036461234204.post-3630136298372163952</id><published>2009-02-02T10:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-02T10:52:08.310-08:00</updated><title type='text'>SICK</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Sorry Everyone for the Delayed Posts- and Lack of Blogs- &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Last week I had falled Ill...and therefore did not go to work for two days- then the weekend came and I Left for Jalandhar- AKA Home!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Any ways- Im back to work now- More Juicy Juicy Posts to come. Many interesting things to talk about- especially an Update on Baghwant Singh!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Will Write more Tomo!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;:o)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Best wishes- Rubina =)~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4091982036461234204-3630136298372163952?l=rubinabedi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rubinabedi.blogspot.com/feeds/3630136298372163952/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4091982036461234204&amp;postID=3630136298372163952' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4091982036461234204/posts/default/3630136298372163952'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4091982036461234204/posts/default/3630136298372163952'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rubinabedi.blogspot.com/2009/02/sick.html' title='SICK'/><author><name>pyarasingh</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4091982036461234204.post-5495320896815934130</id><published>2009-01-28T01:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-02T10:48:05.107-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Baghwant Singh</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Baghwant&lt;/span&gt; Singh is a new admission to the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Piara&lt;/span&gt; Singh Ward (Which is the Male ward at the Amritsar Location). Since &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Gulshan&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Ji&lt;/span&gt; has gone to his Home in MP, I am taking over all his tasks. Therefore It is my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;responsibiliy&lt;/span&gt; to check over which patients are arriving, which patients are going to the hospital, and which patients are to be released from the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;hopital&lt;/span&gt;. Its an interesting task- making sure the patient has cleared all medical exams, HIV tests, and TB Tests, doing case history reports, and evaluations of the patients on the admissions forms.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;I was making my rounds at the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Piara&lt;/span&gt; Singh Ward yesterday and was meeting with all the new admissions, doing evaluations, trying to get information out of these patients. Many patients are hard of hearing, some don't know where they came from, and cannot tell even who to call.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Baghwan&lt;/span&gt; on the other hand knows exactly where he came from, and what he wants to do next. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Baghwant&lt;/span&gt; is an Addictions patient. He is addicted to Smack, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Bhaang&lt;/span&gt;, and Alcohol. Pt last used a day or two ago. He comes from a very good family background- although his addiction has ruined many lives; his mother who is now poor due to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Baghwant's&lt;/span&gt; addiction, His wife who even if she wishes to leave him, cant because they have two children together and his two children, who desire the love of their father. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;Baghwant&lt;/span&gt; was dropped off by his family- They have become sick of his addiction and for the 3&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;rd&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;time they&lt;/span&gt; are seeking help from &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;Pingalwara&lt;/span&gt;- &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;Baghwant&lt;/span&gt; is a Frequent Flier- &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;Unfortunately&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;Baghwant&lt;/span&gt; cannot stop his cravings- Since he has not used for two days- he has started to go through &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;withdrawls&lt;/span&gt;. Pt is sweating, shaking, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;tremors&lt;/span&gt; etc.. These &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;withdrawl&lt;/span&gt; symptoms are causing agitation and irritation with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;Baghwant&lt;/span&gt;- Sadly the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;sewadars&lt;/span&gt; don't understand how to help him, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;in fact&lt;/span&gt; they fear him because of his size and his cursing. rather then getting him a medical check up and have him medically cleared they are trying to tie him to his bed so he doesn't get violent. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24"&gt;Obviously&lt;/span&gt; he will become violent- It took 4 &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25"&gt;Sewadars&lt;/span&gt; to control him and my talking him down. Finally after a bit of a struggle, a few &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_26"&gt;sewadars&lt;/span&gt; including myself being cursed at and hit we were able to calm him down. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Sadly since he could not control his rage, he was tied to his bed the whole night, and untied early the next morning. I was able to speak to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_27"&gt;Beeji&lt;/span&gt; (Dr. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_28"&gt;Inderjeet&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_29"&gt;Kaur&lt;/span&gt;), Col &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_30"&gt;Bawa&lt;/span&gt; Sir, and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_31"&gt;Rahi&lt;/span&gt; Sir- finally the orders were given for a medical check up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Before going home I decided to visit the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_32"&gt;Piara&lt;/span&gt; Singh ward- and I was promised from &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_33"&gt;Baghwnt&lt;/span&gt; that he will Behave and not bother the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_34"&gt;sewadars&lt;/span&gt;- and that he will not act out or become violent or curse. I was surprised to see that he kept his promise this morning when I made my rounds at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_35"&gt;Piara&lt;/span&gt; Singh Ward. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Hopefully we will be able to make a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_36"&gt;difference&lt;/span&gt; in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_37"&gt;Baghwant&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_38"&gt;Singh's&lt;/span&gt; life- and those attached to him. It really matters at how much he wants to help himself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4091982036461234204-5495320896815934130?l=rubinabedi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rubinabedi.blogspot.com/feeds/5495320896815934130/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4091982036461234204&amp;postID=5495320896815934130' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4091982036461234204/posts/default/5495320896815934130'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4091982036461234204/posts/default/5495320896815934130'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rubinabedi.blogspot.com/2009/01/baghwant-singh.html' title='Baghwant Singh'/><author><name>pyarasingh</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4091982036461234204.post-1948112199365458391</id><published>2009-01-24T22:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-24T23:07:25.783-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Group-</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;          My Group consists of 6 women-as I had mentioned earlier I chose 6 women out of 40+. These women are either mentally retarded, have epilepsy or are just in old age. We meet for about 1-2 hours daily. These women have made such progress within our first week of group therapy- it’s unbelievable. All day long, all they do is sit outside in the sun; they have no activity which gives them some brain stimulation. A lot of the times if you walk by the ward you will see these women either yelling at each other, or just sleeping in the sun with flies all around.&lt;br /&gt;                Gulshan Ji and I have decided to take a few women and experiment different activities on them-to see what progress they are making. Then after that has been completed we will be taking a 3 of the 6 into the Sensory room. The Sensory room is a place where the walls and floors are padded- lights turned off, music is turned on, and different types of lights are projected onto the floors and walls. This is a room for the therapist to observe the patient interact with the lights and sounds. This room as created by another volunteer, such as myself for the children.  The second Sensory room is a brightly lit room with many colors- it is also padded wall to floor- with toys and objects which help the patient work with touch, smell, feel, sound etc.. Gulshan Ji and I would like to see how this type of brain stimulus will help our patients from the Psychiatric ward.&lt;br /&gt;                Our Group consists of us talking about different topics- we talk about how to cook food, the prep of that food, we do Simran –(Chanting of gods name) which is absol amazing- because they know so many religious songs, and sing very well. We also sing songs, which is very sweet because they know songs from the early 70’s or 80’s and have no idea about songs from any later time. We also talk about a scene- and draw it. For example- I will ask them what is outside a House- and as they talk and start to yell out different items I start to draw it on a piece of paper – they will yell out: House, Windows, Trees, Plants, Flowers, Cycle, Grass, Water Pump, Car, Birds, Garden etc.. And at the end of this activity I will pass around this sheet which I have drawn all these items on and they will identify them. We have drawn many scenes, such as: The Ocean, School Grounds, House, and Kitchen. One of the activities which they really enjoyed was when we drew the Ocean- because we also drew a boat- then we took some news paper and we folded it into a boat- It was great how some of them were able to keep up with the activity and some were not- the ones that were able to keep up with the activity were helping the ones who could not make the boat.&lt;br /&gt;                3 of my Group members talk a lot and 3 of them do not- Many times I have to tell Kancham, Tari and Satnam ji to talk less, and I have to yell at Lukhbir, Farida and Shanti to talk more. It’s amazing how their speech has imporved and clarity. I always tell them that I am Hard of hearing and that they need to speak loud in order for me to hear them- Then they start to speak louder- They were given the task to talk amonst themselves and talk about different types of foods they like and how to prepare those dishes. It was amazing how they forgot for a while that I was even there- they were so involved. They talked forever about food and preps of those foods and then asked each other advice and even gave advice. It was fun to watch them interact and become friends.&lt;br /&gt;                This week we plan to start some arts and crafts with them, hopefully some clay therapy, drawings, and string therapy. I have many plans- lets see if they are able to fall into place- &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4091982036461234204-1948112199365458391?l=rubinabedi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rubinabedi.blogspot.com/feeds/1948112199365458391/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4091982036461234204&amp;postID=1948112199365458391' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4091982036461234204/posts/default/1948112199365458391'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4091982036461234204/posts/default/1948112199365458391'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rubinabedi.blogspot.com/2009/01/my-group.html' title='My Group-'/><author><name>pyarasingh</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4091982036461234204.post-8892001363718047742</id><published>2009-01-23T10:25:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-23T10:50:32.209-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Don't want to become OLD!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I am Officially Afraid of getting OLD!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; For the past two days I have been running around from the Manawal Location to the Amritsar Location making rounds with Gulshan Ji (My Senior- Social worker)-&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Yesterday I was at the Manawal Location- I sat in the Male Ward and did some Counseling- and then today I sat with my group. I could not believe the imporvement they are making. Since Yesterday I was in the Manawal Location I could not meet with my Group- and Today they were asking me why I didn't come today. These women- some are Mentally retarded- some in old age. I will write more about my group tomo. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The reason I am afraid of growing old- well today Again I went to Manawal With Dr.Neki ( A VERY Noble Doctor who spends his time with Pingalwara patients- Dr. Neki is a very simple man, he does not own a car or motor cycle-he goes from one hospital to another by Cycle!)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;today we went to the Manawal Location- and made rounds of patients- I saw many patients who were just left in Pingalwara to ROT by their families- rich families! ofcourse many of the patients have been found on the streets- etc.. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I cannot even put into words what I have seen today- I just wish and pray to god to take me into his arms once I am unable to care for myself and family. I DO NOT WANT TO BE ALONE- or UNABLE to care for myself! If you think what I am saying is FOOLISH- THEN PLEASE COME TO AMRITSAR- and VISIT PINGALWARA- your views on LIFE will totally change. You will become a different PERSON!!! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I know that Inside I AM CHANGING.... I am becoming very FEARFUL of GOD's Capabilities!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;So please my Friend- HELP OTHERS in NEED- GOD IS WATCHING US ALL!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Its Time for me to sleep now- I wake up at 6am to Shower,then I go to Golden Temple to SAY THANK YOU to god for what he has given me in life- and For my Family, Friends, and my patients....then I am off to work!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tomo I am visiting 3 Hospitals in Amritsar in the Mental Wards! to make rounds with Gulshan Ji and Dr. Neki. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;So GOOD NIGHT my Friends!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4091982036461234204-8892001363718047742?l=rubinabedi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rubinabedi.blogspot.com/feeds/8892001363718047742/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4091982036461234204&amp;postID=8892001363718047742' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4091982036461234204/posts/default/8892001363718047742'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4091982036461234204/posts/default/8892001363718047742'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rubinabedi.blogspot.com/2009/01/i-dont-want-to-become-old.html' title='I Don&apos;t want to become OLD!'/><author><name>pyarasingh</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4091982036461234204.post-224331947402588521</id><published>2009-01-21T07:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-21T07:48:09.050-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wake up Early Day...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Sleep did not come easy to me last night, and i was due at the main office at 7:30am- which means I wake up at 5:30am to Shower (which the bloody water was COLD this morning), to go to the Golden Temple (which is a 6 min walk from my hotel) and then i take a Rikshaw to my Main office- from there I took a bus to the Manawal Location (Manawal Location is on the outskirts of Amritsar- about a 20-30 min bus ride from Amritsar). Any ways I meet interesting people- like today I sat next to a Science Teacher from the Manawal Pingalwara School- he was talking to me, and we had an interesting coversation on OBAMA! People out here find it soooooo crazy that America has elected a Black President- but Im all Joy!! :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;So I got to Manawal around 8:30am- meeting up with my Senior- Gulshan Ji- who is a MSW- he basically runs all the sites and is the single Social Worker for Pingalwara! I am learning new techniques from Gulshan Ji, and different ways to interact with patients. This experience is def. worth it!!! I couldn't have asked for more adventure and experience! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;so Today i sat in the Male Ward counseling all the patients- some were lower functioning; but most were very comprensive- I met with Raj Sharma today- a Patient who is not mentally ill, infact He is 26 years old, and was working for an electric company 3 1/2 years ago- he fell from a pole, and lost all feeling in his lower body- leaving him paralyzed. His parents didn't want anything to do with him, and dumped him in Pingalwara- the most encouraging part of his whole experince is that he doesn't blame anyone- yes he is depressed, and has some suicidal thoughts- but still he is not angry at his family or friends. He passes his time in the male ward with many mentally challenged patients- and paints. I couldn't beleive the in depth work he has put into his paintings. Raj has promised to make me a painting- oh I forgot to mention that Raj only paints different forms of religious beings. He strongly believes in his hindu god, Shiv ji; and mostly paints Shiv Ji, also Guru Nanak Dev Ji, Jesus, etc.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;I also took a child who is Mentally Retarded to the Sensory Room- we played with the different lights and forms of music- to see what type of brain stimiulation he gets- then we went into the sensory play room which contains differnt toys of touch, feel, smell etc..  We really had a great time throwing things at each other- I took some videos- and will surely post them soon!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;okay- so its getting late- and I have to walk back to my Hotel now- so See Ya All later!!&lt;br /&gt;I Promise to post some pictures REALLY SOON!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Okay a Mouse just ran up the wall infront of my Computer- therefore i am signing out- cuz im a deathly afraid of it... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Yikes!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4091982036461234204-224331947402588521?l=rubinabedi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rubinabedi.blogspot.com/feeds/224331947402588521/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4091982036461234204&amp;postID=224331947402588521' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4091982036461234204/posts/default/224331947402588521'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4091982036461234204/posts/default/224331947402588521'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rubinabedi.blogspot.com/2009/01/wake-up-early-day.html' title='Wake up Early Day...'/><author><name>pyarasingh</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4091982036461234204.post-2448311183629182350</id><published>2009-01-20T04:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-20T05:17:22.826-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pingalwara day 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;2 &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;nd&lt;/span&gt; day at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Pingalwara&lt;/span&gt;- well my first day consisted of individually meeting with the patients from ward no. 1; and so forth today with ward no. 2. out of both wards- I have chosen 11 patients- all who are classified &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Mentally&lt;/span&gt; retarded. The two wards combined had &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;aprox&lt;/span&gt; 40 patients- many of which did not speak, repeated back to me what I said, some when asked "is it day or night?" most mos most of them &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;replied&lt;/span&gt; "NIGHT" - at one point I started to doubt myself- maybe it really is night- but no no no its day, its bright blue out! The next question which was being asked was "what color sweater am I wearing?" and each replied, blue, pink, green, orange- but only those 11 patients actually replied the correct color- YELLOW!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Finally those 11 patients were pulled out of he wards and we sat under a tree in the sunlight- and we talked. Well mainly i was trying to break the ice with some simple &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;warm ups&lt;/span&gt;. At no point did i feel &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;frustrated&lt;/span&gt; or irritated- I know very well what type of population I am dealing with. We went around the circle and each patient was asked the same question, we went around three times- the patients who were able to answer three questions were the ones I choose. Finally i choose 6 patients- &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Lukhbir&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Shanti&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Kancham&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Satwant&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;Kaur&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;Farida&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;Tari&lt;/span&gt;. These 6 patients are going to be my project for the next few months. We are going to see how much brain &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;stimulation&lt;/span&gt; we can get going- what activities we are able to do, and possibly put on a show or skit. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Later- I said with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;Renowned&lt;/span&gt; Dr. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;Naki&lt;/span&gt;- helping him visit with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;other&lt;/span&gt; patients of the numerous wards- Dr. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;Naki&lt;/span&gt; does the patients medical checkup, prescribes medications etc.. Today even Dr.&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;Naki&lt;/span&gt; was stunned to see a particular patient. This patient had boils all over her body- as per Dr.&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;Naki&lt;/span&gt; "This patient is a Text Book Case!" this patient had, small, medium, large, extra large boils all over her body, from head to toe. You could barely make out he color of her skin, or even her features. This disease according to Dr. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;Naki&lt;/span&gt; is called &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;Neuro&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;Fybro&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24"&gt;Mytosis&lt;/span&gt;; a Tumor of he nerve endings. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Read for More... &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25"&gt;tomo&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4091982036461234204-2448311183629182350?l=rubinabedi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rubinabedi.blogspot.com/feeds/2448311183629182350/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4091982036461234204&amp;postID=2448311183629182350' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4091982036461234204/posts/default/2448311183629182350'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4091982036461234204/posts/default/2448311183629182350'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rubinabedi.blogspot.com/2009/01/pingalwara-day-2.html' title='Pingalwara day 2'/><author><name>pyarasingh</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4091982036461234204.post-8661122232691601403</id><published>2009-01-18T02:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-18T02:32:45.543-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pzZlMt3l_qg/SXMFPY0fLUI/AAAAAAAAAB8/aMoRcmfnsgM/s1600-h/n502829523_1924665_1135.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292579749009239362" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pzZlMt3l_qg/SXMFPY0fLUI/AAAAAAAAAB8/aMoRcmfnsgM/s320/n502829523_1924665_1135.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4091982036461234204-8661122232691601403?l=rubinabedi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rubinabedi.blogspot.com/feeds/8661122232691601403/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4091982036461234204&amp;postID=8661122232691601403' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4091982036461234204/posts/default/8661122232691601403'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4091982036461234204/posts/default/8661122232691601403'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rubinabedi.blogspot.com/2009/01/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>pyarasingh</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pzZlMt3l_qg/SXMFPY0fLUI/AAAAAAAAAB8/aMoRcmfnsgM/s72-c/n502829523_1924665_1135.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4091982036461234204.post-769815888696583823</id><published>2009-01-18T02:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-18T02:30:08.282-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Welcome to India...</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Welcome to India, Rubina... Coming to India is a new experience in itself...well its fun and boring at times. Fun because i get to spend alot of time with family and friends who i have not seen in ages; you can imagine how that is. especially all the family parties, food, dancing, and dressing up. For those of you on Facebook you have already seen that. Regarding the boring part- well we come to india with alot of hopes- or at least i did, and its dishearting when nothing is being accomplished- mainly becuase people in punjab are lazy! well also because i have no idea where i am going, whom to talk with, and where to get items and get to places i need. Its annoying! but my hotel is right next to Darbar Saahib- GOLDEN TEMPLE- which is the best part of all. i walk to the golden temple daily and sit and listen to prayers. Its actually interesting...I do forget to carry my camera places- which is bad on my part. YIKES- Sorry Aman! hehehe :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Okay well I start my work at Pingalwara tomo morning- which for me is VERY EXCITING- i finally get to make a differnce. I visiting pingalwara- (again forgetting to take my cam) and was shocked at how beautiful it is. beautiful in the sense that its clean, and people are so friendly, the patients are absol amazing! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#ff6600;"&gt;My weekends consist of visiting Batala-grandma, and uncles and aunts, or going to Jalandhar- visiting other relatives. I have been in delhi most of the time- therefore don't plan to head that way anytime soon- but def have the most fun out there. But i have to keep in mind- that having fun is not the purpose of my trip!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#ff6600;"&gt;STAY ON TRACK RUBINA!!! :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#ff6600;"&gt;okay- well its a rainy day, and well prob best for me to go and walk the streets of Amritsar to make my self familiar with the area im living in.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Yes I DO MISS AMAN- it does get lonely- and well i am making the best of it!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Thanks everone for your Lovely Birthday wishes on Facebook- I truly had a great bday! I will try to post the pics asap! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Lots of Love-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Rubina :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4091982036461234204-769815888696583823?l=rubinabedi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rubinabedi.blogspot.com/feeds/769815888696583823/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4091982036461234204&amp;postID=769815888696583823' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4091982036461234204/posts/default/769815888696583823'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4091982036461234204/posts/default/769815888696583823'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rubinabedi.blogspot.com/2009/01/welcome-to-india.html' title='Welcome to India...'/><author><name>pyarasingh</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4091982036461234204.post-2614308624383359966</id><published>2008-11-17T15:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-17T16:06:31.007-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Decision...</title><content type='html'>"Kindness is the language which the deaf can hear and the blind can see" Mark Twain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have started a new chapter in my life- I have made a decision...&lt;br /&gt;My Decision to make a change for the world! Wait a second, can ONE PERSON make a change for the world? Okay okay.. Let me back up- I want to make a CHANGE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to make a change for the poor, unfortunate, children, elderly... For me- there is only one place to start- INDIA. (didn't expect that...huh?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I have quit my job (as of Dec 26th), bought a ticket (for Jan 1), and I am going to INDIA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im going to make a change for people in Need. To do 'Sewa' which means Volunteer in different areas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keep Reading for More- on my Travels to India-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4091982036461234204-2614308624383359966?l=rubinabedi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rubinabedi.blogspot.com/feeds/2614308624383359966/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4091982036461234204&amp;postID=2614308624383359966' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4091982036461234204/posts/default/2614308624383359966'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4091982036461234204/posts/default/2614308624383359966'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rubinabedi.blogspot.com/2008/11/my-decision.html' title='My Decision...'/><author><name>pyarasingh</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
