Monday, March 1, 2010
Tuesday, January 26, 2010
Saturday, January 2, 2010
Days were passing without any aim,
With no motive of winning, playing a boring game.
No one was there to show me the way,
Life was a dark tunnel with no enlightening ray.
The moment I saw you my heart started leaping,
In mountains of despair, a sun of hope started peeping.
Your laughter filled my life with a joyful rainbow,
I wanted you forever never could let you go.
As you stepped on the floor of my heart,
You made this canvas, a masterpiece of art.
We started together a new chapter of life,
With every step we took, our world began to thrive.
Your affection has given me a face in the crowd,
Singing this serenade for you makes me feel proud.
I feel you with every breath, Don't have to give you the name,
You are the only one in the universe, A person more than a gem.
Beet gayaa phir saal ek aur,
Phir aayegaa nayaa ek daur,
Bichhade phir se mil jaayenge,
Naye phool bhi khil jaayenge,
Geet sajenge phir adharon par,
Baahon men phir hogaa zor.
Nayaa ek daur…
Aankh men aas ke deep jalenge,
Dil men dayaa kaa neer bharenge,
Manzil pe pahunchenge hriday ki,
Beech raah nahi kadam thakenge,
Aalingan men har maanav ho,
fark naa koi shyaam yaa gaur.
Nayaa ek daur…..
Nyaay ki ujali dhoop khilegi,
Dukh kashton ki raat dhalegi,
Har naari Durgaa hogi aur,
Abalaa phir sabalaa men dhalegi,
Koi nahi Roochika hogi,
Dandit bhi honge Rathaur.
Nayaa ek daur….
Kop bhawan men kyon baithe tum,
Kop bhawan men kyon baithe tum,
Chaand amaawas ke bane ho tum,
Prashnon ke uttar nahin dete,
Kyon shail paashaanh bane tum,
Tumko Dronhaachaarya banaayaa,
Eklavya mai banaa ek aur.
Nayaa ek daur…..
Nayaa ek daur…..
Mere shabdon ko sur de kar,
Tumne geet ki rachanaa ki thi,
Taan tumhaari saath rahe bas,
Maine yehi tamannaa ki thi,
Ab ke baras chhoo lo bikhare sur,
Tham jaaye antarman shor,
Toote naa vishwaas ki dor,
Araj hamaari karnaa gaur,
Dekho chaahe tum jis aur,
Paaoge hamko chahun aur,
Nayaa ek daur.
I won’t bore you any more,
Or you may show me the door,
I’ll stop this nonsense only,
If you give me Rs ten crore.
Adhar- lips; Neer- water; Aalingan- embrace;
Maanav- human being;Shyaam- black;
Gaur- white;Abalaa- weak lady;
Sabalaa- strong lady;Shail- mountain;
Pashaanh- stone;Tamannaa- wish;
Araj- request;Chahun aur- everywhere
Monday, November 30, 2009
Being a doctor I am always consulted by relatives, friends and neighbours. I always try my best to satisfy them and help them. Now I understand one thing very clearly that what a patient needs is patient hearing and empathy. A little time to listen to their issues and words of assurance help them the most, even better than some medicine.
Mr J P Sharma was father in law of my cousin sister. This relation may seem a distant relation to some people but we had another relation doctor- patient relation. He would call me almost every month for routine check-up and I used to check him and advice necessary medicines. He had unshakable faith in me. Whatever is the problem I used to be the first person to be consulted. At the age of 83 years, thing started to get worsen, bleeding piles, anaemia made him very weak. That gentleman, who was a retd. Additional commissioner of CID fought bravely with all health challenges. Sometimes when I could not reach the same day, he called me; His voice on phone would sound “Dr. Pintoo, you seem to be very busy these days” and I always answered him like an obedient son “No Uncle, I will come today for sure. Till then you start …….and then we shall see what else we can do.” He never requested me to visit their place, he always called me as he had every right on me, and of course he did.
He was not well for almost a couple of month; I knew that things are not well. I visited him almost daily. His condition deteriorated hence his sons decided to consult a super specialist. But uncle was not very pleased with the idea. Even when the other doctor advised him to take other medicines, he got it confirmed from me whether it was OK to take those medicines. I told him that “Dr……. is a very senior and reputed doctor and his advice should be followed” “You are the most senior doctor for me” he answered. Somehow I convinced him to follow the new treatment and then he kept worsening. His intake reduced drastically and lost weight. He was unable to sit and talk for more than a minute. I had to go to Pune for a couple of days for a conference. When I came back to Nagpur and saw him he was almost gasping for breath. That was the first time he did not recognize me. I told Jijaji and other family member that he was not good and anything could happen within 24 hours. Some people advised to admit to big hospital, but that was like hanging him on IV lines and ventilators and making his remaining life more miserable.
He breathed his last on Sunday night. I LOST A PERSON WHO HAD COMPLETE FAITH IN ME. It was not a patient’s death; it was a loss which can not be expressed in words. Aunty (his wife) was inconsolable, she held me close and kept crying, I was trying to console her with choked throat. My moist eyes could see his still body and slightly opened mouth, as he would ask me about some medicine again.
Monday, November 23, 2009
Upvan ke pushpon ki surabhi kahati hai,
Sooraj ki gunguni rashmi kahati hai,
Jharnon ki dhaaraa ki kalkal kahati hai,
Karti abhinandan srishti ki har rachanaa,
Shubhkaamnaa janmadin ki tumko deti hai.
Man ki nadiyon si uchchhrinkhal bahati hai,
Rajani ke swapnon si nainon men rahati hai,
Ban kar lohit har dhamni men bahati hai,
Trishnaa tumko kuchh dene ki rahati hai,
Shubhkaamnaa janmadin ki tumko deti hai.
Upvan-garden; Pushpa-flower; Surabhi-fragrance;
Jharnon ki dhaaraa ki kalkal-sound of water flow from fountain;
Abhinandan-greeting; Srishti-universe; Rachanaa-creation;
Shubhkaamnaa-good wishes; Uchchhrinkhal-unrestrained;
Rajani-night; Swapna-dream; Nain-eyes; Lohit-blood;
Dhamni-artery,blood carrying vessel; Trishnaa-craving,thirst;
Saturday, October 17, 2009
Karte hain hum yehi kamana, deep sukhon ke sada jale,
Rahe door hi timir dukhon ka, har din hi samriddhi badhe.
Aalokit Sarthak dipavali, Pawan Preeti ki sada bahe.
HARSHit PRAFULLit jeevan ho, PADMA ka ASHISH mile.
Stuti Vedon ke PRAKASH ki, MRITYU par bhi viJAY mile.
PRIYA suSHOBHIT JYOTI ho, AADI se ant tak OM mile.
SHEFALI ke PUSHPA se poojen, RISHI gyan ki LATA mile.
POORTI kar de sabhi MANISHA, gaurav GARIMA samman badhe.
Vishnhu Bramha KAILASHpati, RAJESHwar ka dhyan Karen.
NEERAV shant amrit ka ARNAV, ASHWINI KUMAR pradan Karen.
Timir- Darkness; Samriddhi- Prosperity; Aalokit- Illuminated;
Sarthak- Meaningful; Pawan- Breeze; Preeti- Love,affection;
Harshit- Joyful; Prafullit- Delighted;Padma- Lakshmi;
Ashish- Blessing; Stuti- Prayer; Mrityu- Death; Vijay- Victory;
Priya- Dear; Sushobhit- To grace the position; Jyoti- Flame;
Aadi- The beginning;Shefali- A flower; Rishi- Sage;
Lata- climber; Poorti- Fulfilment; Manisha- Mental faculty,wisdom;
Garima-Grace;Neerav- Quiet as in meditation; Arnav- Ocean;
The dawn brought a new hope in his life. The blood stains on his shirt were dry and lost the bright red tinge like his sadness. He was now more confident and started his studies. Sleep still eluded him. Dreams would disturb his sleep and he used to study all night and went for running. After coming back from running, he did pull ups, push ups with me. He always pushed for another set even when we were exhausted. I could sense fire in his heart reflecting on his face. Annual social gathering gave all of us a chance to see the changed Mahesh. He won prizes for Hindi elocution, singing, painting and running. He won maximum number of trophies. Applause never stopped for him. In the same program he became ‘Mahi’ from Mahesh. Students were chanting ‘Mahi…..Mahi.’ Even the dean of the college asked him in lighter vain whether there was nobody else in the competitions. I could see the expression of shock on Paro’s face. She left the ceremony after receiving her single prize.
Mahi and I studied hard for XII boards and appeared for PMT. There was no bound to our joy when we got the news of admission in the same medical college after counseling. We got admission at Sawai Man singh Medical College, Jaipur. Again we were room mates. Mahi’s hand was very good at dissection. Even our Anatomy professor appreciated his fine and delicate skill of dissection. He would work on dead body as he was doing surgery of an alive person. It was very difficult for Mahi’s parents to bear all the expenses of medical education. Scholarship was not enough as Mahi was very fond of books. He met those expenses by giving tuitions to some students of high school. When other students enjoyed movies, he was busy giving tuitions of Science-Biology. When others relaxed and went to canteen, he worked on his English. We were always together and often called by others as ‘KrishMish’. Mahi never talked with any girl. He never initiated any conversation with them, but would answer them very politely. He was hot favorite of all girls at the college, yet never had a girlfriend. Mahi scored well in Surgery and I did well in Medicine. We passed our UG and started preparing for PG entrance. We joined a multispeciality hospital, it was owned by Dr Uddhao. We worked their as residents,and handled ICU at nights. Mahi’s nightmares continued. Within a couple of weeks we became favorite students cum colleague of Dr Uddhao.
Monday, October 12, 2009
Mahesh was glowing. I found him humming romantic songs of Kishor kumar all the day.
One day Paro came to me when Mahesh was not with me.
She asked me “where is Mahesh? Now a days, I find him roaming alone without you.”
“He must be busy with some activity. Why?” I asked her.
“I wanted to tell you that I found Mahesh following me on his bicycle”: she
“I think there is some misunderstanding, Mahesh can not do this”: me
“I caught him red handed twice and asked him why he was following me but he did not answer and ran away, I think you must tell him not to do this again or….. ”: she was serious. I was worried. I spoke to Mahesh but he was not keen to listen to me. Then the day came I always feared. We were at chemistry lab; I went to the teacher to show the color of my solution after titration. I could see Mahesh watching Paro. Paro went to her friends and spoke with them for a while. Then she returned with 3-4 girls accompanying her. She reached near Mahesh and started speaking something. I sensed something wrong. I could hear her voice but did not understand her words. I rushed towards Mahesh. When I reached there she was gone. Mahesh was red faced and trembling. Boys and girls were laughing at him. I took Mahesh outside the lab with me. “What happened?” I asked him. He was not able to speak. That was the first time he had that dream and woke up in sweats.
Mahesh was totally changed. His smile and the glow were vanished like a drop of water in hot summer. Humming of songs was replaced by deadly silence. His sleep was gone; whenever he tried to sleep that dream woke him up. First semester result were declared, I passed but Mahesh failed miserably. His parents were informed. They came and were shocked to see Mahesh. Mahesh lost weight and with dark circles around eyes, he was unrecognizable. His parents were ready to take him back to the village, as they did not want to lose their only son. I tried to explain that he would be fine within some weeks and they agreed.
One fine day I sat with Mahesh and asked “Mahesh! Tell me just one thing, why did you come to Jaipur?” He remained quiet. “Didn’t you want to be an influential person? Didn’t you want to be a respected person in the society? Didn’t you want to make your parents proud?” He was shaking his legs, stretching his fingers. The sound of his fingers was the only response from him. Now I lost my temper, I stood up and blasted “Don’t answer me you coward! You are running away from your responsibilities; don’t ever dream of becoming something, OK? Go back to your small village and live like a villager throughout your life. Let the people make fun of you.”
“Ye……sss! I am a stupid villager. I am a coward. I don’t want to live here anymore. Nobody understands me, nobody respects my feelings. I am wasting my parent’s money. I will go back to village and help my pitaji in farms.” He was crying and struck his head on the wall of the room. I stopped him, he turned, blood was oozing through his wound. I held him close, he kept his head on my shoulder and cried inconsolably. I let him cry for a few minutes and then made him sit on a chair. I wanted him to flush out all his sorrow and anger through his tears. I applied pressure on his wound and stopped bleeding. “Kkrish! You too consider me a stupid villager?” He asked. “No, I know you are more intelligent than others but you need to become smart,” I told him honestly. “Mahesh! I am ready to help you by all means. You can answer all taunts and mockery by doing that, which other people expect the least from you.” We were talking for almost all night. He was now a different person.
Friday, October 9, 2009
“I was looking at her; she was talking to her friends. I could sense her sweet voice like ringing of bells. I was spellbound. Her beautiful face was like a princess, fair, pink, big light blue eyes like deep waters. Her neck movements brought her golden brown hair on her forehead. She whistled them away with a puff. Suddenly she turned and started marching towards me. Her friends followed her. She stopped in front of me and opened her mouth with angry voice ‘What do you think of yourself? How dare you follow me everywhere? Don’t cross your limits you stupid.’ My ears, cheeks and the whole body were turning red and felt like burning. I could not utter a single word. ‘Who has given admission to these Hindi speaking villagers?’ she turned and went away with her giggling friends. I woke up, sweating and still feeling hot. Hot glare of sun was falling on my body.” I woke him up as he was very uneasy and sweating. I was listening curiously to Mahesh. This has happened innumerable times. Every time he went to the bed, he had the same dream.
Mahesh and I are friends for more than 14 years. I took admission in Sandipani Jr. College at Jaipur. There were two people; I met on the very first day of my college. I can not forget them, one was Mahesh. I found him sitting next to me on the bench at the class.
“Hello! I am Kkrishna” I said.
“ Haan? Hello, I am Mahesh,” He said.
“Mahesh?” I enquired with a smile.
“yes, Mahesh” he was nervous, shaking his leg continuously.
He was from a small village near Jaipur. There were no facilities for further studies after SSC; therefore he came to Jaipur to continue his education. He wanted to become a teacher, as teacher and the post master were the only person at the village who were educated and respected a lot. He was a simple, thin, medium height boy with wheatish complexion and lot of oil in his hair. Anybody could recognize him with the fragrance of amla oil in his hair. We were allotted the same room in the hostel. He was hard working and intelligent. He finished his high school in Hindi medium. He stood first in rural division. That was the reason his parents decided to send him to the big city so he could become something. Second unforgettable person was a girl.
She was fair, tall, breathtakingly beautiful with big blue eyes and golden brown hairs cut in steps up to shoulders. She walked like a princess, straight and carried poise, her name was Ms Paro Singh. Mahesh and I watched her with our mouth open. Nobody could ignore her presence. Her soft and sweet voice added with an English accent made her unique. She belonged to a different world. Her friends and she used to speak continuously in English and laugh a lot at other people who could not speak English. When some senior boys asked some questions to our batch, she was very confident. Mahesh fumbled with words and then spoke in Hindi. That made seniors and group of the girls laugh.Paro, Mahesh and I were in the same group for practical. Mahesh was very particular with studies. His practical records were always up to date. His drawing was very good. Paro always asked for his practical records to complete her practical book. One fine day I noticed, a pencil sketch was drawn on Mahesh’s copy; I recognized at once, it was Paro’s sketch. It was a very good sketch, so alive as real Paro. Mahesh never showed it to anybody. Paro once invited us at her house for her birthday. Mahesh drew a beautiful portrait of her. We laminated it and gifted her. She was very happy to receive such a beautiful gift with personal touch and she declared it the most precious gift among so many expensive presents.
Thursday, September 24, 2009
Khojati hai har taraf bechain yeh meri nigaahen,
aaj ho deedaar unkaa aur apni Eid ho.
Thaam dil baithaa kiye hain aaj bhi ham raah men,
woh nigaahen phir uthaa den aur apni jeet ho.
Dil ke kone men dafan hai raaze ulfat aaj bhi,
ham rahen khaamosh unse, preet ki yeh reet ho.
Woh kalaabaazi dikhaakar logon ko behalaataa hai.
chaar sikke bhi mile to jaise uski jeet ho.
Teen futiyaa chhotu phir chamkaa rahaa hai jootiyaan,
uske liye 'bachapan kaa saawan' jaise jhoothaa geet ho.
Ghoorati gehari nigaahen cheethron men jhaankti,
note ko thaame yun gudiyaa man men jyun bhaybheet ho.
Chund sikkon men kharreeden dil ki jo apne khushi,
maangtaa maasoom bachpan ghar men jisse eid ho
Apni wafaa ke dard men mai to khoyaa hi rahaa,
bhookh, laachaari, garibi ko to undekhaa kiyaa,
inke toote bachpanon ki taan jo mai jod doon,
bhookhi nangi zindagi ke raaston ko mod doon,
Aao milke zor se dhakkaa lagaa den waqt ko,
milke seenchen insaaniyat ke sookhe is darakht ko,
muskuraate bachpanon kaa phir hamen deedaar ho,
woh haseen ki naa sahi zindagi ki deed ho.
Laute bachpan ki deewaali aur apni Eid ho.
Sunday, September 20, 2009
Saturday, September 19, 2009
When I was a child, I always preferred books over sports. That was the time when I read Puranha, shrimadbhagvat, Ramayana, Ramcharitamanasa, and many religious books. My nanaji(maternal grandfather) Pt. Mohanlalji Sharma, a teacher by profession, always encouraged me to read Kalyana and other religious publication. I can distinctly recall many stories told by him,mainly related with Krishna. I always wanted to be second Krishna. We used to visit nanaji’s place every summer, Bharatpur, 50km from Mathura, Krishna’s place, my birthplace. I used to visit many temples holding hand of my naniji, Hanuman’s, Radhaakrishna’s and Gangaji’s temple. I can’t forget ringing bells, musical aartis, sweet Prasad, bhabhoot(holy ash) and beautiful marble made idols of gods and goddesses. My father, a doctor was practicing at Indore. We had a neighbor, Mr L C Jain, a book shop owner. His home was my favorite place, as I used to get lot of books to read namely Panchtantra, Chandamama, Nandan, Parag. These were the books which left a great impression on my personality. When others were busy playing games, I used to engulf myself in books.
As I grew up, I learned that most of the instances depicted in religious books were far from convincing logic, exaggerated. I decided that I shall not be just a reader; rather I shall try to put some light of logic on those unclear instances and stories. My father, a very well read person, is a follower of Arya Samaj, an organization which does not believe in worshipping the idols. They consider God as a superpower, unborn, eternal, without shape. They consider all gods as great persons with ideal and extraordinary qualities. My father (Dr Vedprakash Sharma)’s knowledge of Vedas and Upnishadas helped me further to understand the Hinduism. I also read Holy Kuran, Holy Bible, Buddha and Jain philosophy. There is so much to read that it might take decades to read and understand religions.
I was suugested by a good friend that"every religion is a myth...That's why every book written on a religion is called mythology..Because no one knows the exact truth ..."
Well I think that is not completely true,
God has given me almost everything, now it’s my turn to payback. Materials don’t matter here; therefore I decided to offer the Almighty, a view to clear the mist around Hinduism. In this process I don’t want to hurt anybody. My only motive is to serve my god in my own way. A TRIBUTE TO HINDUISM.
Please visit www.demystifyinghinduism.blogspot.com