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इस बार नहीं 
 
इस बार वो छोटी सी बच्ची मेरे पास अपनी
खरोंच लेकर आएगी
मै उसे फू फू कर नहीं बहलाऊँगा
पनपने दूंगा उसकी तीस को
इस बार नहीं 

इस बार जब मै चेहरों पर दर्द लिखा देखूँगा
नहीं गाऊंगा गीत पीड़ा भूला देने वाले
दर्द को रिसने दूंगा , उतरने दूंगा अन्दर गहरे
इस बार नहीं 

इस बार मैं न मरहम लगाऊँगा
न ही उठाऊँगा रुई के फाहे
और न ही कहूँगा की तुम आँखे बंद कर लो
गर्दन उधर कर लो मै दवा लगाता हूँ
देखने दूंगा सबको हम सब को , खुले नंगे घाव
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इस बार जब उलझने देखूँगा ,छटपताहट  देखूँगा
नहीं दौडूंगा उलझी डोर लपेटने
उलझने दूंगा जब तक उलझ सके
इस बार नहीं 

इस बार कर्म का हवाला देकर नहीं उठानूंगा औजार
नहीं करूंगा फिर से एक नई शुरुआत
नहीं बनूँगा मिसाल एक कर्मयोगी की
नहीं आने दूंगा जिंदगी को आसानी से पटरी पर
उतरने दूंगा उसे कीचड में ,टेढ़े मेढ़े रास्तों पर
नहीं सूखने दूंगा दीवारों पर लगा खून
हल्का नहीं पड़ने दूंगा उसका रंग
इस बार नहीं बनने दूंगा उसे इतना लाचार
कि पान की पीक और खून का फर्क ही ख़त्म हो जाये
इस बार नहीं 

इस बार घावों को देखना है
गौर से
थोडा लम्बे वक्त तक
कुछ फैसले
और उसके बाद हौसले
कंही तो शुरुआत करनी ही होगी
इस बार यही तय किया है .
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sachu kaveeshvar

sachu kaveeshvar a good friend ,great artist and story teller.Here are a few small but stirring write ups from him which he shared with me and i would like all of you to savour.

Smile spreaders

As I entered the grocery store in a hurry, I got my shopping cart and started looking for few items I needed. There was a young man cleaning and shinning eggplants, his back facing me. “ Excuse me, are you out of ginger today?” I asked him. He turned towards me but didn’t say anything. His face was malformed and his eyes were scary. Probably he can not speak. He gave me a smile and took me to someone who could answer my question and smiled again. I thanked him and continued shopping. I had to buy just a few things so I was done fast. As usual I was in a hurry so I stood in the fast lane for “15 items or less”. In the next lane customers were talking to their cashier as if they all new her for some time. She appeared to be in her 80s with every single centimeter of her skin covered with wrinkles and her dentures slipping with every smile. Her bagger was a young man perhaps with Down’s syndrome, also smiling. “Plastic or paper bag, Sir?” He would say in a slurred tone. After bagging he would say “thanks for coming” and the old lady will raise her hand and the young man would “high five” her.

I decided to change from my fast lane to this next lane where every customer was being touched by these two “smile spreaders”.

I was blessed by three smile spreaders today.

………………………….Sachu

Love thy job...............

Some days, I park my car in a 9 story parking deck. There must be more than 2000 cars parked there everyday and at least fifty percent of which try to get out between 4:30 and 5:30 PM. There are two exits and Sharonda (I read her name tag) sits there in one of the tiny booths near the automatic exit gate. She must be in her early twenties, probably making $7 or $8 dollars an hour sitting in that cubby hole for 6 hours or so a day. She is always well groomed and has a new book in her hand every week. Her job probably is to make sure that if the gate doesn’t open for each car, she can manually open it. It must be a monotonous job just to sit there and watch drivers drive out of the garage. But you won’t get that feeling when you see Sharonda. She greets every single car driver - hundreds of them - with the biggest smile and “have a good day, Sir / Madam” or “Bye sweetie”.

I used to have my window rolled up when I exited the garage but now I make sure that my window is rolled down, even if its freezing cold, so that I can also reciprocate with a big smile and say “Bye Sharonda, you have a good day too”. It’s a nice way to end a tiring day - and carry an honest smile home.

................Sachu

True love……..

Joanne was one of my first few patients when I started my office practice in 1983. She had couple of visits with me that year, enough to know me as a physician. One day, some time in 1984, she brought her daughter, Kim, who was sixteen but had innocent looks of fourteen. Both were quiet and did not have much to say. After a few minutes Joanne said “ Doctor, I think Kim is pregnant. I know she sees a boy. We are Catholics and don’t approve of these things. Could you talk to her and see what needs to be done?”

I was a young, restless and a new doctor who wanted to make a difference in peoples lives. I sat with Kim and her Mom in a consultation room for about an hour (I had no other patients that day) and counseled her like a father. I asked her to return to office in a week with her boyfriend. Next week Kim came with Josh – a very nice 18 year old kid, repentant about what had happened. We talked about keeping baby versus adoption, pros and cons.

“Doctor, I love Kim very much and I want to marry her and have our child. Adoption is not even an option.” He said. “ I know I need to go to college and work to support Kim and our baby. I know its going to be hard but I am not afraid”.

I was thinking “Oh sure, lets see what happens in a few years.”

Fast forward to 2009.

I was shopping at Home Depot and had questions regarding some tools. I went to ask a person who was working there. He answered all my questions and then asked “Are you Indian?’

“Yes” I said.

“Are you a doctor?”

“Yes”

“Do you know a Dr. Kaveeshvar?”

“I am Dr Kaveeshvar. Why?”

“ Do you remember Kim Palmer? You delivered her in 1985.”

“Well,of course ! Joanne Palmer’s daughter, right?”

“Wow, you remember that?. I am that boyfriend of hers, now husband. We were just talking about you when our son came home two weeks ago.”

“How is your son? He must be about 23 now. Does he have brother or sister?"

"No, he is the only one. We could not afford another one but we are very proud of our son.” He took wallet out of his pocket and pulled out a picture of a handsome young man dressed in marine uniform with US flag in the background “ This is him - Justin. He is going to be sent to Afghanistan soon. He is everything for Kim and I.”

“I am so proud of you and Kim. Your son is blessed to have parents like you.”

I said and gave him my office phone number and departed before a frog could get in my throat.

………………………………...Sachu

Dear friends - Indians, NRIs and Indophiles,

I wish you all a very happy Swatantrata Diwas. I just recieved a greeting card wishing Happy Independence Day and stating - " Sare jahan se achchha Hindustan hamara".

That made me think - Do we really mean it or is it what we are supposed to say being Indians? Is it the land, the people or both? What are we proud of? I know I am going to ruffle some feathers but here is how I see it :

Yes, I am truly proud of the fact that we are free and most tolerant people given the extreme diversity in religion, culture and language. No where else people of such diverse back grounds have lived in such 'almost harmonious' way. But I am not yet ready to claim that Hindustan is "sare jahan se achchha" until:

( I have made a short wish list )

1. Indians start treating fellow Indians with respect and dignity - whether he / she is a servant or a rickshaw driver

2. The corruption is at a level at which it is not felt in our daily life.

3. Potable water is available to every human being without daily struggle.

4. Sanitary conditions are provided to every human being so that they are not forced to sit on the road side to urinate and defecate.

The list can be very long. The success stories of so many Indians in India and abroad are individual stories. Cell phones, computers and mega malls do not make a country great.

The song " Jahan daal daal par sone kee chidiya karatee hai basera, jahan satya ahimsa aur dharma ka pag pag lagata dera" is old and needs to be rewritten because for the majority - "it just ain't so no more".

Sachu

Tough times

Once a week I go to my office in down town Detroit. This area is surrounded by dilapidated and boarded up houses. There are rows of elegant looking office buildings and homes which have seen better days when auto barons of Detroit made this city the world’s richest more than fifty years ago. These are now abandoned and boarded up. Interspersed between them now are pawn shops, liquor stores, and churches. There no businesses to speak of. Usually you don’t see people walking in these areas except those who are homeless or mentally unstable.

As I drive a short distance from my office to catch the highway going to my home in the suburb I come across a traffic light where I always see a man, in his 40s or 50s, standing at the intersection with a hand written card board sign hanging from his neck. It reads - “Please help feed my family. Peanuts $1.00”.

As each car approaches him, he just tips his hat. I always stop there and buy a pouch of peanuts while cars behind me keep honking their horns. I like peanuts anyway.

It was blustery cold today. The tree limbs were bending down from winds. I was sitting in my warm car as I approached the intersection where this man was standing. Traffic light turned red. Man standing in the cold wind tipped his hat and raised his hand with two pouches of peanuts. I rolled my window down, asked for two pouches and handed him $10 bill.

“ I don’t have change, Sir.” He said.

I thought, if this man had pulled a gun and asked for my wallet, I would have given him every penny I had. So why not let him keep $10. Its holiday season. Its bitter cold. He has been standing there for hours. God has blessed me with decent living.

“That’s OK”. I said. “Keep the change.”

He offered me ten pouches. “No, I only need two”. I said. “ I am not supposed to eat too many salted peanuts.”

“Sorry Sir, I am not begging”. He said. “ Times are tough, that’s all. I appreciate your support”.

“I am sorry”. I said and took eight more pouches from him while cars behind me kept honking.

………………………..Sachu

Lonely…….

Mrs. Cunningham, a widow who lives alone, has been my patient for about 24 years. In this time I have changed my office address a few times but she has followed me wherever I moved. Now she has to drive 28 miles one way to get to my office which is not easy when one is 87.

Today she had an appointment to see me but did not show up till I was about to leave my office. She apologized for being more than an hour late because she lost her way and does not have a cell phone to let me know.

After I was done with her, I said “ Mrs Cunningham, you don’t have to drive so far to see me. Actually you don’t even have to have a check up every year but if you feel safe by getting a check up, I can suggest a physician in your area who I trust”.

“ But I don’t mind driving” She said. “ I wait for this appointment for weeks. I come to you because you listen.”

“ Do you know doctor, I haven’t had a conversation with anyone in more than a month since my Charlie (a 12 year old poodle) had to be put to sleep. He was the only one who I could talk to. I don’t know how long has it been since I have talked to a human being other than the cashier in the neighborhood grocery store”.

I handed her a box of tissue as tears started rolling her cheeks washing her make up which she had put on just for this visit.

I held her hands distorted by severe arthritis and said “ Mrs. Cunningham, I have let my office staff go, my wife is in a meeting and I am in no hurry to go home.”

…………………………..Sachu

Hunger pangs

When I went to bed last night, I was terribly exhausted for some reason. My alarm went off at 5 AM. I turned it off and thought I would take an extra snooze for 5-10 minutes. When I opened my eyes it was 6AM. I had to be in the hospital at seven O’ clock. I took a fast shower, had a cup of tea while putting shoes on and skipped breakfast. Its not normal for me to skip breakfast since I am always hungry. ( I have to eat every couple of hours since I started zero fat diet to lower cholesterol). In a hurry I sat in the car, speeded up and made it to the hospital in time.

As I was parking the car I realized that I did not have my wallet with me.

First thing that made me panic was the thought of how am I going to eat today? I had no money or credit cards. I looked in the ash tray, glove compartment and door pockets - No money! I felt like those smokers who look for cigarette buts when they run out of cigarettes. I don’t think I was that hungry but knowing that I may not be able to eat all day made me panic.

It was now almost Nine O’clock and I was literally praying to God to some how provide me food.

Suddenly I saw our secretary bring a large tray full of muffins and bagels.

“Dr.K, Dr Roberts brought these goodies for the staff. Want to have some?”

I gave her a hug and grabbed a muffin and a bagel.

“You are a life saver”. I said, and started gobbling muffin.

As I was eating my muffin I realized that there are millions in this world who never know when and if they will get their next meal and go to bed every night exhausted of trying to find next meal.

Suddenly my hunger pangs didn’t feel so bad !

………………………Sachu

Bravo, Mom !!

I met Ying, a twenty six year old Chinese lady about eight years ago. I remember seeing her for the first time for a postpartum visit holding her newborn in her lap. She had migrated to the United States an year earlier. Since she could not understand a word of English, she was always accompanied by Shu, the owner of a Chinese restaurant where she worked as a waitress and her translator.

Ying either could not comprehend or was very brave because when I told this mother of an eight week old baby that she probably has ovarian cancer and needs to have major surgery, her reaction was - “OK” !!

Ying underwent major surgery and recovered well. Subsequently she was lost to follow up as she lost her health insurance and moved to Ohio looking for better jobs both for her husband and herself.

I was surprised to see her name again today on my appointment list after eight years.

I knocked on the examination room door and entered in. There was no interpreter with her today.

“ Hi, Doctor Kabeeshabar, how are you? Do you remember me?”

“Of course I do. But What happened to the lady who used to come with you?”

“She is busy in her restaurant, and then I don’t need her because now I can speak English. What do you think of my English?” “ I came from Ohio just to show you my English and get a check up”

“Its awesome. I am impressed. You are speaking English fluently. Wow ! “ I exclaimed.

“ So, what are you doing these days?”.I asked.

“I am still working hard in a Chinese restaurant in Ohio. My husband works in a store. I am also going to a community college these days. May be I will be a nurse.” She said with a big smile.

“And how is your son? He must be eight now.” I asked.

“Ya, he is eight and very smart. He is already entering into spelling bees. I sit with him everyday practicing spellings. I want him to have good English.”

On my return home I picked up news paper from the driveway. The front page news was “Detroit Public schools graduation rate 31.9%”.

…………………Sachu

Pride and Priorities…………..

After a long flight to Mumbai from Detroit we decided to rest in a hotel near the airport. Connecting flight to Bhopal was in the evening. We decided to hire a taxi for a few hours to visit few places. I went to the travel desk in the lobby at 9 am and a taxi was summoned on the outdoor speakers. Few minutes later a taxi pulled in front of the hotel. The driver must have been in his early twenties and appeared to have just woken up. He was still rubbing his eyes and combing his hair. He was wearing a worn out jeans and a clean shirt.

“ Namaskar Saheb” He greeted us. Then he started speaking in a local Marathi dialect. During our taxi ride we found out he was from a remote village and had recently arrived in Mumbai to earn some money to support his family back home. People in his village were starving.

He worked for a travel company and drove a taxi. The taxi was is home.

“Saheb, I am young, I want to work as hard as I can and earn. I can not read or write but I refuse to beg. I hate beggers. My parents are old and I have two sisters whom I have to arrange wedding for". There was sincerity and determination in his voice. “ Saheb, one day I want to buy my own taxi”.

That was 1992. Subsequently during every trip to Mumbai every year we hired Arun to take us around. We became friends. He babysat our kids in the car while we went into the stores.

Fast forward to Jan 2008.

“Hello Arun, how are you?” I asked. “ By God’s grace I am doing well, Thank you” He replies.

“And your family?”

“My wife takes care of our three children who go to English medium school and she does some tailoring at home. My sisters are married. I got my parents here but they wanted to go back to the village. Dad needed operation so I had it done here.”

“And how is your business?”

“Your blessings are with me. I am doing well. I have 4 Toyota SUVs and 6 Marutis - all air conditioned. I have 7 drivers and since I can not read or write, I had to hire a reliable secretary to manage in my office. I am going to South Africa for a client’s daughter’s wedding. I could not have ever imagined that one day I will be flying in an airplane”.

It was dinner time now. We stopped at a fancy expensive restaurant. As we were getting out of the taxi we asked Arun to “ please come and join us for dinner”.

“ No, thanks. Since I spend sixteen to eighteen hours in taxi and don’t get enough time to spend with my wife, I have made a promise to her that I will always have dinner at home with her. She must be waiting for me”.

………………………………Sachu

Daddy's little girl....

Nora, a pleasant eighty year old widow and a dedicated mother, brings her 40 year old daughter Eva, to my office every few months to follow up on her gynecological problems. Eva has been suffering from seizures since she was two and the medications she is on for 38 years makes her affect flat and talks like a kid. Nora usually sits on chair knitting a sweater or shawl and Eva sits on examination table. When I go to the room we first talk about various things before talking about relevant medical complaints.

“Eva, do you want to tell doctor what happened last month?” asked Nora.

“Oh, yeh ! My mom and I drove to Florida .” Eva said. “We haven’t gone on a trip in past twenty years since my dad passed away because I can’t drive and mom is afraid to drive long distance. When we used to drive with my dad he used to always play his favorite song ‘Maggie’ by Rod Stewart.”

“You know Dr. K? My dad knew that we were driving and he was with us to protect us during our journey. You know how I know?” She asked.

“How ?” I said.

“Well, when we got into the car they were playing “Maggie” on the radio and listen to this, we stopped by for a break at a roadside café and realized the name of the café was “Maggie.”

Nora interrupted. “ Eva and her dad were very close. When Eva was two, she was playing in the garage and he was working on the garage door and it accidentally fell down. It hit Eva's head and she has been having seizures ever since. He was never able to forgive himself. Eva was everything fore him and vice versa until he passed away. He still is very protective of her."

……………………………………..Sachu

Do i see a tear in your eyes?

ये तो होना ही था

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छै महीने बाद हमें यह भी पढने को मिल सकता है की देश का यह पहला सांसद है जो टेस्ट क्रिकेट में भारत की तरफ से खेल रहा है |अब जब प्रतिबन्ध हट ही  रहा है तो खेलने से कौन रोक सकता है |काँग्रेस बहुमत में है तो बी सी  सी आइ को इस बात के लिए भी तैयार कर सकती है की अज्जू भैय्या को टीम में चुना जाय |फिटनेस तो भरपूर है ,देखा नहीं अभी चुनाव के वक्त कितनी भागदौड़ की थी !.

देश का सांसद कोई ऐरा गैर नथ्थू खैरा थोड़े ही बन जाता है |और पहले जैसा भी रहा हो बनने के बाद तो पुरुषोत्तम हो जाता है | अंग्रेजी में एक कहावत है "EVERY SAINT HAS HIS PAST", पर पास्ट से क्या फरक पड़ता है  भविष्य तो सुधर ही गया |सांसद बनने के बाद यह बेमानी है की अज्जू भैय्या ने पहले क्या क्या गुल खिलाये |अब वो कांग्रेस की नज़रो में एक साफ़ सुथरे नेता है |उनके हाथो में देश और क्रिकेट का भविष्य उज्वल है | कांग्रेस को ही क्या कोसना सभी राजनितिक दलों का यही सोच है |तभी तो हमारे लिए शिबू सोरेन , पप्पू यादव,फूलन देवी,(कितने लिखूं ,पूरा पन्ना थोड़े ही भरना है ) वन्दनीय हो जाते है |

अब जब हम देशद्रोहियों को माफ़ करने के मूड मै हैं ही तो क्यों  न कसाब को भी माफ़ कर दे |इस से हमारा बड़प्पन भी सिध्ध हो जायेगा और हम बापू के सच्चे अनुयायी कहलायेंगे|. उनने कहा था की कोई तुम्हारे गाल पर एक तमाचा मारे तो तुम दूसरा गाल भी आगे कर दो | हम एक काम कर सकते है ,कसाब को माफ़ी दे कर उसे सांसद बना दे. बही तो उसने सिर्फ २०-२५ लोगो को मारा था हम उसे पुरे संसदीय क्षेत्र के लोगो को मारने का मौका दे |

आप पूछेंगे की कसाब को अज्जू भैया के साथ क्यों जोड़ रहे हो ? जवाब है की दोनों ही देशद्रोही हैं .| अज्जू भैया ने मेच फिक्सिंग करके एक तरह का देशद्रोह ही किया था |देशद्रोह तो आखिर देशद्रोह ही कहलायेगा |ज्यादा कम की तो कोई बात बनती नहीं |अज्जू भिया किस्मत वाले है ,उनको बचाने के लिए उन्ही के सांसद भाई बहनों ने आज आवाज उठाई है |अपने और अप्नेजैसो की फ़िक्र देश के सांसदों को क्यों न होगी |

दुखवा मै कासे कहूं ..........

अभी कुछ दिन पहले शाम की ओ .पी .डी. में एक मरीज देखा  | उसका लड़का उसे जबरदस्ती करके अस्पताल लाया था |लड़के द्वारा दी गई जानकारी के मुताबिक उसके पिताजी को २-३ दिनों से छाती में दर्द हो रहा था और चक्कर भी आरहे थे |वो अपनी सेहत का जरा भी ख्याल नहीं रखते थे और जब भी डाक्टर को दिखाने की बात होती थी तो गुस्सा करते थे |पेशे से पटवारी थे और खाने पीने के भी शौक़ीन थे |रोज़ शराब और कबाब और ऊपर से दिन भर में एक कट्टा बीडी |लड़का बड़ी उलझन में दिख रहा था , एक तरफ अपने पिता को कोसता भी जा रहा था और दूसरी तरफ उनके स्वास्थ के बारे में चिंतित भी था |
मैंने लडके को शांत करते हुए उसके पिताजी का परीक्षण शुरू किया |सर सरी तौर पर ही  समझ में आ रहा था की वो काफी परेशानी में है | दमे के मरीज जैसी सांस चल रही थी ,नाडी भी तेज थी और ब्लड प्रेशर था २४०/१२० |छाती में सूंसूं की आवाज आ रही थी | कुल मिला कर मामला गड़बड़ ही दिखाई दे रहा था | लड़के की भांति मैंने भी एक जोरदार लेक्चर झाडा और प्राथमिक उपचार शुरू  कर दिया. कई प्रकार के परीक्षण करने की सलाह दी और भर्ती होने के लिए भी समझाया परन्तु वो किसी भी सूरत में भर्ती होने के लिए तैयार ही नहीं हुआ | उसका लड़का भी थोडा जिद्दी निकला और भर्ती के लिए न कर दी | मैंने भी कुछ दवाइयां लिख दी और जांच करवाने के लिए लम्बी लिस्ट बना कर दे दी |अगले दिन आकर सब रिपोर्ट्स दिखने की हिदायत भी कर दी |
रात भर मन में थोड़ी धुकधुकी तो थी ही पर क्या कर सकता था |
अगले दिन मै अपने रोजमर्रा के कामो में उलझ कर पटवारी जी के बारे मे भूल ही गया था की देखा वो और उसका लड़का रिपोर्ट्स का पुलिंदा लेकर सामने खड़े है |
आज पट वारीजी की रंगत कुछ अलग ही थी |मैंने दुबारा उनकी जांच की तो समझ में आया की उन्हें आज कोई परेशानी नहीं है और जांच में भी कोई खराबी नहीं है |
कल उनका ब्लड प्रेशर २४०/१२० था तो आज १३०/८० ,नाडी भी ठीक और सांस भी ठीक |उनकी रिपोर्ट्स देखी तो विस्मित रह गया , सिवा त्रिग्लिसरैड्स के बाकि सभी जांचे सामान्य थी | एक्स रे ,इ.सी जी ,और बाकी रक्त की जांचे भी पूर्णतया सामान्य थी | लड़का तो प्रसन्न था पर पटवारी ने जाते जाते  कह ही दिया ..... क्या डाक्टर साहब फालतू में डराते हो !

ऐसा मेरे साथ कई बार होता है | मधुमेह का रोगी कई दिनों बाद दिखाने आता है और जब यह पता लगता है की वो न दवाई ठीक से खा रहा है न ठीक से परहेज कर रहा है तो स्वाभाविक रूप से पहले तो उसको खूब डांटता हूँ फिर टेस्ट करवाने के लिए भेजता हूँ | उसकी  Hb1Ac की रिपोर्ट भी नॉर्मल आती है |थोड़ी देरके लिए तो रोगी से आँख मिलाने की हिम्मत नहीं होती | जिस रोगी को डांट के भगा दिया था यह कह कर की सोनोग्राफी की कोई आवश्यकता नहीं है वह गुर्दे में पथरी की रिपोर्ट के साथ सामने खड़ा हो जाता है. | बीडी ,तमाखू न छोड़ने पर रक्तचाप के मरीज पर चिल्लाओ तो पता लगा उसका ब्लड प्रेशर भी सामान्य निकलता है | ऐसे झूठे पड़ने पर बड़ी कोफ़्त होती है पर इस से बचने की कोई विधि भी समझ में नहीं आती !

प्रकृति  ने हमें दो कान और दो आंखे दी है पर सिर्फ एक मुह दिया है --------उद्दयेश यह है की हम ज्यादा सुने और देखें पर  कम बोलें|
किन्तु बिना संवाद के सफल चकित्सक तो केवल  एक पशु चिकित्सक ही हो सकता है |

chor chor mausere bhai

आज टाइम्स नाउ पर अरुन जेटली और अभिशेक मनु सिन्घवी कि बहस  सुन रहा था.विषय था "मधु कोडा". सुन कर ऐसा लगा कि ये दोनो मिलकर जनता को कोडे मार रहें हैं।दोनो वकील हैं और कहने को समझदार भी माने जाते हैं। क्या ये दोनो महानुभाव जनता को निपट गंवार समझतें हैं? बहस का अंदाज भी नही बदलता है और इस बहस को सुनते हुए मुझे ऐसा लगा कि बरसों से हम इसे ही देखतें आ रहे हैं।
नतीजा वही ढाक के तीन पात.मधु कोडा पैदा होते रहेगें और हमारे मुह पर तमाचा मारते रहेगें।

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फोर्ब्स  में और मनमोहन में छत्तीस का आकडा  है !

we have faith

पत्नी ने कहा, मधु कोड़ा निर्दोष

भाषा

रांची, शनिवार, नवंबर 7, 2009

झारखंड के पूर्व मुख्यमंत्री मधु कोड़ा की पत्नी गीता कोड़ा ने दावा किया कि मधु कोड़ा निर्दोष हैं। मधु कोड़ा हवाला एवं अवैध निवेश के माध्यम से दो हजार करोड़ से ज्यादा की संपत्ति जुटाने के आरोपों का सामना कर रहे हैं।
गीता ने एक स्थानीय चैनल से कहा, ‘‘मैं जानती हूं कि कोड़ा पूरी तरह निर्दोष हैं और कथित घोटाले में उनकी कोई संलिप्तता नहीं है। हमारे घर से कुछ भी बरामद नहीं हुआ और न्यायपालिका में मुझे पूरा विश्वास है।’’

हमें भी न्यायपालिका पर पूरा विश्वास है और हम जानते हैं की मधु कोडा निर्दोष ही साबित होंगे .| आज तक ऐसा ही तो हुआ है ! 

Saas bahu retake

सावन के अंधे को सब हरा ही हरा दिखाई देता है| हमारे देश में सास और बहू का रिश्ता भी कुछ कुछ ऐसा ही है | सास को बहू में और बहू को सास में हमेशा खोट ही दिखाई देती है |पाश्चात्य संस्कृति  में यह दर्जा सास और दामाद के रिश्ते को मिला हुआ है |जैसा की मैं पहले भी लिख चुका हूँ शिक्षण से इस रिश्ते की सोच में कोई फर्क नहीं पड़ता |कब से इस रिश्ते में खटास आई इसके बारे में निश्चित रूप से कहा नहीं जा सकता पर इतिहास के पन्नो में भी इसका जिक्र देखने को मिल जाता है |हम इसे क्यों बदल नहीं पाते यह एक अच्छा शोध का विषय है और मुझे पूरा विश्वास है की कई दिग्गज इस शुभ कार्य में व्यस्त भी होंगे |मेरी समझदानी का छेद जरा छोटा है फ़िर भी मैने अपने दिमागी घोडे कुछ दूर तक तो दौडा ही लिये। 

 हमारा सोच और हमारा बर्ताव हमारे पारिवारिक एवं सामाजिक परिवेश से ढलता है |हम अपने इस परिवेश से अपनी  पांचो इन्द्रियों से जो चीजें सोखते है वही हमारे व्यक्तित्व का  निर्माण और विकास करती है।नकल से अकल आती है,हमारे प्रारभिंक बौध्दिक विकास में नकल का बडा महत्व है।सामाजिक संरचना के चलते कुछ परिपाटियां बन जाती हैं।घर,समाज,देश हमे एक निश्चित सांचे मे कैद कर देता है ।जैसे कहीं भी थूकना,नित्यकर्म से निपटना हमारा राष्ट्रीय चरित्र है और हम चाह कर भी इसे त्याग नही पाते वैसे ही हमारे सामाजिक परिवेश मे सास बहू का रिश्ता सामान्य नही रह पाता।एक और उदाहरण देता हूं, कॉलेज में जब पढ़ते थे उस समय मैंने यह देखा था की हम उन्ही शिक्षको की क्लास में हल्ला करते थे जिनकी क्लास में हमारे सिनिअर्स हल्ला करते थे |ऐसा बहुत ही कम देखने में आया की इस परिपाटी को किसी नयी बैच ने तोडा हो |यही परिपाटी इस देश में सास बहू के रिश्ते को सामान्य नहीं होने देती।

इस विशय पर मेरे एक मित्र ने बडी ही मजेदार व्याख्या की है।ऊसके अनुसार एक मां अपने लडके को बडी मेहनत से कपडे पहनना सिखाती है और बहू एक ही इशारे से उसके कपडे उतरवा लेती है, भला दोनो में कैसे जम सकती है?

Today i admitted six new cases of malaria in my hospital .Two patients have cerebral malaria. All six patients are anemic with hemoglobin percentage ranging from 4 to 6 gms percent.Probably these patients came today to corroborate my claims of seeing roughly 100 positive cases per month.
The figures i quoted yesterday about incidence of malaria in balaghat are from www.mp.gov.in

every thing is not all right in balaghat

The red line you see on the map is a 66 km stretch from Balaghat town to tehsil town of Baihar.Along this road there are many small villages,some on the road side and many more in the interior.The reason i am focusing on this area is that there are no qualified medical practitioners, either government or private in this entire region.Exception being Bharveli ,about 5 km from Balaghat town where Mangnese ore India Ltd. has two doctors in their primary care center. Their Ukwa mine doesn't even  have a resident doctor.
It is difficult to imagine the plight of people residing in this belt for their health care needs. 
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The government of Madhya Pradesh and the Deptt. of Health and Family Welfare is hell bent on collecting data.We in private sector provide them either on a daily or monthly basis what ever is demanded from us.Malaria is almost pandemic in our district.The Falciparum variety being the common one. So is Dengue, which  unfortunately either goes undiagnosed or is overly diagnosed as a panic reaction. The govt. claims that it has adequate resources to treat Dengue or the more fashionable SWINE FLUE.If it has the resources it manages to hide them well.


http://www.ziddu.com/download/7277990/malaria.pdf.html 

If you down load the file you will see data for positive malaria cases for various districts of Madhya Pradesh. For Balaghat the figures from Jan to Aug 09 are, total positive 890 and Falciparum positive 465.No stats for deaths due to malaria.That makes it 100 cases per month approximately. I do not possess accurate data but i can claim that personally i see that many positive cases in a month.And Deaths are a plenty because of malaria.When media was making lots of noise over Swine Flue and spewing out numbers ,we here were seeing the rising death toll due to malaria.


The lesson here is.....
If you want to suppress or hide some thing,you must first acquire that thing.

 

credit ------Jason wolfe

Family Troubles

A psychiatrist visited a California mental institution and asked a patient, "How did you get here? What was the nature of your illness?"

He got this reply...

"Well, it all started when I got married and I guess I should never have done it. I got hitched to a widow with a grown daughter who then became my stepdaughter. My daddy came to visit us, fell in love with my lovely stepdaughter, then married her. And so my stepdaughter was now my stepmother. Soon, my wife had a son who was, of course, my daddy's brother-in-law since he is the half-brother of my stepdaughter, who is now, of course, my daddy's wife. So, as I told you, when my stepdaughter married my daddy, she was at once my stepmother! Now, since my new son is brother to my stepmother, he also became my uncle. As you know, my wife is my step-grandmother since she is my stepmother's mother. Don't forget that my stepmother is my stepdaughter. Remember, too, that I am my wife's grandson. But hold on just a few minutes more. You see, since I'm married to my step-grandmother, I am not only my wife's grandson and her hubby, but I am also my own grandfather. Now can you understand how I got put in this place?"
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Nothing Up His Sleeve

A baby was just born. He had all his pieces and looked quite normal, except that he was laughing like crazy. I mean laughing real hard.

All the doctors and nurses were examining the little new born in front of the worried parents, but he kept laughing. He laughed, hands in tight fists, until tears were rolling down his cheeks.

During the initial exam, the pediatrician slowly unfolded the tiny fingers to check if the hand was all right. Nobody in the room believed what was found in the baby's hand.

A birth control pill!

I will edit the last line to ---A Lippes Loop!

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Harda

I experimented with my china made jxt.While visiting HARDA a small district town i snapped a few photogaphs while on the move, walking on the streets of Harda. these were taken without acually focusing on the subject .