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OUR PEOPLE,<br />
OUR MISSION<br />
Global Health<br />
<strong>eMagazine</strong><br />
<strong>June</strong> <strong>2023</strong><br />
Written by Svanjita Berry, RUSM, MS4<br />
Global Health Elective alumni (February <strong>2023</strong>)<br />
Following are two short stories inspired by my global health<br />
experience in India. I was fascinated by the role that religion<br />
played in both instances. It made me reflect on how each one<br />
of us formulate our own realities based on where we are born,<br />
what we see, what we learn, and what we feel throughout the<br />
course of our lives. Our personalities and behaviors are simply a<br />
manifestation of those individual realities interplaying with our<br />
neurobiology.<br />
“Lakshmi”- The Hindu goddess of abundance<br />
Perspective<br />
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Golden threads weaved into her bright red<br />
saree. The saree is draping over her torso and<br />
wrapping over her head covering most of her<br />
face, though one could still see the bright red<br />
‘bindi’ (dot on the forehead) underneath. Her<br />
hands adorned with glass bangles embellished<br />
with tiny rhinestones. Her palms and feet were<br />
painted with ‘alta’ (red dye). As she walked into<br />
the room, her anklets made the most beautiful<br />
clinking sounds. Heads turned in awe as she<br />
made her way through, till she saw an empty<br />
bed and very gracefully sat down with one leg<br />
crossed and the other leg hanging down. Her<br />
hands quickly transitioned into ‘mudras’ (hand<br />
gestures) while she moved her gaze across the<br />
room. “I am Lakshmi” she said. “Tell me more,”<br />
replied the psychiatry intern, while the other<br />
patients continued to stare.<br />
The mortal who married a god<br />
“Lakshmi and Saraswathi (Hindu Goddess of Wisdom)<br />
are trying to ruin my life” said the patient pointing<br />
at her sister and her nurse. “They are jealous of my<br />
marriage with Shiva (Hindu god of destruction and<br />
transformation). “In 1996, I heard Shiva singing Tu Hi<br />
Re.. (a popular love song in the 90s). Since then, we<br />
have been lovers. He would come to me in different<br />
ways, sometimes through my brother’s friend Yogesh<br />
(another name for Shiva). I have never seen him, but<br />
I can hear his voice and feel him. I have attained<br />
supreme pleasure during intercourse with him. I can<br />
feel his ling (penis) penetrating and rubbing against<br />
my yoni (vagina). We have 2 kids together - Ganesh<br />
and Mayur (actual names of Shiva and Gauri’s sons<br />
in Hindu mythology). He guides me on how to live<br />
my life. He protects me from my neighbors and my<br />
sister who are trying to poison me. All the other gods<br />
have tried to kill me before. Vishnu (Hindu god of<br />
preservation) shot poisoned arrows at me and sent<br />
his snakes to fill me with their venom. I could feel the snakes crawl on my skin and the arrows<br />
hurt so bad that I couldn’t move for days. They also tried to slit my throat and I lost my voice for<br />
months. But my Shiva saved me and gave me back my voice. I am Gauri, his wife, and through<br />
him I have the power to destroy the world if I want to.”<br />
How many delusions are too many delusions? I asked myself after this 2-hour-long detailed<br />
patient interview in central rural India. My back had started to hurt from sitting on a tiny metal<br />
stool placed next to the patient bed, but the behavioral health enthusiast in me had refused to<br />
leave. My single sheet of paper was overflowing with my notes and observations. Her medical<br />
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