I was brought up in a middle class Malayalee family, extremely open minded about education ( like all Malayalees) but as close minded about display of any form of affection. I used to envy my north Indian friends when their parents would hug and kiss them, completely oblivious to being watched. It came naturally to them. By just watching this momentary expression of affection, I used to be suffused by an inexplicable feeling of warmth and also experience a certain positivity percolating into the environment. This seemingly innocuous expression of many positive emotions... love, kindness, a blessing, a prayer, gratitude, healing... came to be extolled as ‘Jaadoo ki Jhappi’ in Munnabhai MBBS.
While I always believed in the magic of Jaadoo ki jhappi, it is my patients whose firm belief in its power to heal, that made my belief stronger. I don’t know when, but it has come to be a usual occurrence for my patients to walk up to me and almost ‘demand’ their Jaadoo ki jhappi. The awkwardness of my childhood has given way to the concerted belief that it does good to both the giver and the recipient. And that brings me to my dear Champion, Mrs C who spends time between Australia and India. She is having her regular checks post breast cancer treatment in Australia.She was here last week and waited for a couple of hours in the Outpatients for her Jaadoo ki Jhappi.And I was only too happy to oblige. If she believed it was healing for her, it was for me too! Isn’t it true, the more you give, the more you get?