Hastha Guna: The Healing Touch of Dr. Chari – A Story of Faith, Breath & Quantum Care
- Sriranga VN
- Jul 30, 2025
- 3 min read
🩺🌿 Dr. Chari Diaries – Hastha Guna: The Healing Hand
That morning, the monsoon clouds hung low over Ponmanipudi, brushing past the tops of neem trees as if whispering secrets to the earth.
In walked Revanna, a weathered man of sixty-five — a farmer, singer, and occasional philosopher — but today, he was struggling to breathe. Wheezing, panting, sweating.
Like an old steam engine trying to pull itself up Brindlemalai.
“Sir… I can’t breathe…” he gasped as he entered the old tiled-roof clinic, clutching his chest.
Dr. Chari looked up, calm as ever, from his wooden desk where a copy of the Ashtanga Hridayam sat beside a stethoscope and a half-drunk tulsi tea.
“Revanna, I’ve told you a dozen times — don't mix your betel nut chewing with uncontrolled diabetes. What’s the use of chanting Rajkumar songs if you don't listen to your lungs?”
Revanna chuckled weakly, coughed even harder.
A quick check revealed what Chari had feared: pneumonia, on top of his chronic COPD, hernia, and diabetes.
“You need to go to St. Augustine Hospital in Brindlemalai,” said Dr. Chari, gently but firmly. “They’ll monitor oxygen, start high-end IVs, do X-rays, check D-dimer, CRP, the works. I’ll call Dr. Latha.
I will guide your treatment and visit tomorrow to get you back on singing”
But Revanna just folded his hands.
“Sir… all I need is your hand. Your hastha guna. Don’t send me anywhere. Put that magic IV drip, give me your air puff, and I’ll be fine. I have faith. Your hand and God’s grace — that's enough.”
Dr. Chari sighed.
In a world racing toward protocols and gadgets, here was a man who believed in human presence more than machines.
“Revanna,” he said, “Healing is alignment. Medicine is the riverbed, but healing is water. Without flow, the best riverbed is dry. If you believe, then we align — quantum field, biofield, and bhakti field.”
And so began the five-day healing.
Dr. Chari set up IV antibiotics, bronchodilators, and nebulizers in the back room. He checked vitals daily, adjusted meds based on symptoms and intuition honed by years of clinical practice and Vedantic clarity.
“Look, your breath is not just lungs,” he said. “It is Prana. It’s intelligence flowing through channels. We don’t force healing; we invite it.”
He massaged Revanna’s back with warm castor oil infused with vacha and karpoor.
He taught him slow nadi shuddhi breathing to calm his system.
Freshly brewed tulsi-vasaka decoction came from Radha’s kitchen.
Prayers flowed silently in the air.
No drama. No rush. No shouting.
Just care.
By Day 5, Revanna walked into the front yard of the clinic, shirt unbuttoned, chest proud.
He stood under the mango tree and sang a full-throated Dr. Rajkumar song, as if air had returned to him from another world.
“Sir, you are not just doctor. You are ‘Daivam’, living God. My prana is in your hand.”
Chari simply smiled.
“No, Revanna… I’m just a tap. You believed. So, the water flowed.”
✨ Reflection from Dr. Chari’s Notes:
“Medicine heals the body. Faith heals the mind. Love heals the soul.When all three align — the body remembers what it always knew: it is whole.”
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