Sunday, February 27, 2011
Two different warzones, a tale of two Doctors
How would you feel if your family members are 10000+ miles away from you - amidst a civil war (300 dead, 3000 injured) on one side and amidst highly contagious virus infected hospital 13 death so far in a town? I am sure the feeling would not be that great but still you would say them with utter belief and insurance that "everything would be alright” "Everything would be safe again”. That’s what I am doing so far from past few weeks now ,consoling, motivating and trying to inject belief in happiness.
For those who don’t know me much - the places I am talking about are Libya: the violence slugged and boiling unrest country, and Jodhpur: The sun city of India facing death carnage; each facing tragic challenges in their own circumspect. I have doctors (relatives) facing war of different variants and variance.
The city of Jodhpur is known for its tradition, it courtesy and its pride: But I guess most of it is already lost; reasons - unlucky common men, highly inflated & judgemental media, biased thought process, illogically provoked creeds and clans, people who take death as vote bank generation gimmick, and crab mentality.
It’s being rightly said if you torture someone over the period of time, there would be no pain for him to feel.
This is what has happened in this city too : Its being targeted, and tortured indirectly too much by the highly judgmental sects specially media and certain class of hypocrites for only bringing out the wrong doing everywhere, eventually spreading negativity in every home. I lived there for last full year, and I never read a success story as a cover, it would always be a murky, banal & pompous and loud negative stuff.
If you publicise and market so much wrong, you are doing no right.
What you think is what you manifest. The veins of each diminutive person are fluxed with negativity, no wonder you will end up seeing the same world everywhere. Each action has equal and opposite reaction – simple physics.
The case of recent Deaths is another illicit exemplar portraying, how to play the buck game?
The doctors and patients both fall victim to political melodrama from past year only to repent temporarily, be it the stampede or rat bites or thalassemia massacre or the recent infected IVs: the same issues turn up. Crab mentality, money leaching politics and puppet doctors (only to receive suspension if raised voice). No places for emotions and respect. You have to either bend or get buckled! When you constantly trying to fix the system you are consistently making it more complex and untidy but someone has to make this choice of being in danger of getting his hand dirty and existence demolished and shattered; I saw it happening in my living room almost all my teenage and adult hood and I see the same perseverance and commitment in that man to make things better from years after years with odds against him, he never gives it up for wrong, He is a true karma yogi – Work is worship for him , and rest world comes second. His intrepid determination to correct the wrongs brings on a butterfly effects to everything around. It’s only because of these few good men the Socrates oath still exists. Long have we forgotten the meaning of truthfulness otherwise? Do men like him need negative publicity? Ironically they end up getting that almost all times.
On the other hand we have this undisputed monarchy, in middle of North Africa going for a utter turmoil of twisted revolution from some group of radical people, i cannot say who is right ! But I only see a monarchy challenged by a resilient idea of democracy, a classic quintessence of politics isn’t? ; First it was time for the most vibrant civilization in the history of mankind to topple their own king and now it’s time for his neighbour to follow same lines. God save the commoners, who lamented most lifetimes over being ruled like slaves (specially the minorities). On an irony the country is a land of riches, the Man who did this did had some grit to do that, but when a cancer grows over its size it must be detached from the parental body , to let body survive.
As I say the role of common man who cuts the garden grass, work for a Government hospital, earns a respectable wage , lives a happy life – silent yet peaceful, because he avoided any resistance and accepted things and the culture. This man faced all sort of challenges to make his mark , but I hope they take this man as their own and not an outsider because he has served for the wellbeing of this countrymen all his lifetime even knowing that he don’t even belong here. He fulfilled Socrates’ Oath for doctors in a true way: serve the needy, serve the god. He has a beautiful family, has a lovely granddaughter. The ladies in such families are no short of determination either , they act as seraphs for such men constantly motivating them to stay put , stay calm and determined. Are men like him need such a civil war in the 2nd half of their lifetimes, I don’t think so. It gets me to fits when I hear him going through the city lanes in the curfew for getting his loved ones out of this boiler. It’s a daily war against time, and survival. Ironically goons are just making mockery of governance , for me killing a mob from a chopper and burning a government building to ruins in vengeance, both are same, because its provoked , thoughtful and against the common man .
I believe that the peace prevails; the justice may be done to both parts of the world and to my family which is at the epicentre of two different wars, but has the same goal – peace and happiness.
Saturday, February 26, 2011
Odes From An Apologue:
The Dancing Monk
Saket Dhanraj Dabi
The Dancing Monk!!
“The dawn tears the cloud bladder
On orange tray, the Ash scatters.
The mystic aura, the enigmatic chants,
Feel like Heaven on this holy land.
On the banks of river lied an aged monk,
Draped in saffron cloak, long has he lost his folks.
Grey eyebrows and white bear showed age
Wrinkled face and eyes with dried tears……
Banks of Ganga is where he stays !
The Dancing Monk
With his folks long gone
He is left soul torn,
Mystery for all is what he is,
He deserves some peace and god’s eternal bliss!
The Dancing Monk
He dance for death , he dance for birth
He pays penance for self, penance for others
I can’t find one who care or bothers
When I lay him hand, and showed some care
He ran away from me in agony and fear!
The Dancing Monk
He offers his prayers,
The new born child
Yet destiny has defied, it took his only child.
He still shows his love to all human beings.
No sage can offer the same, after what he has seen.
His world tumbled like a cards castle
Left him loner like an empty vessel.
The Dancing Monk!!
He was great man in his hay days
A lot about him did the bag say.
Yet there were few pages tattered and charred
He wanted the secrets to be always behind the bars
They say he became a legend in the Wild West,
His story just ends here, or did it just start,
He left his scar on my heart, reminding me to come back for him
With this promise within, S.D left the place with a heavy heart.
The Dancing Monk :
A agonizing story of pain , grief and penance of a professor, A story which portray a language above words , a language of emotions , of expressions , of sentiments and overall of "Dance".
A way to connect to almighty and plead for solace he deserved from 15 years.
Eclipses from his life and life of S.D, overlapping for 6 days, a transcendental journey which offered the true meaning of life , of love and of mere existence!
Tuesday, February 15, 2011
Red curtained Wall!!
Aesthetically unclothed, fragrance of lilies still strong, candle wax still hot; Each nerve segregated neatly , looked like a feast for the daemon , assorted with red, blue and gray-brown. Finesse art at display, draped with emoticon of last smile. The wall curtained with dripping blood, a gift to City: - courtesy-“Jack the Ripper”.
He just made IT!!.
Can I make IT.? Dangling between the classic dilemma of country or self, so close n yet so far; 2 to win, 1 ball left; 1 gets 100th century, 2 country win. Closed in field, here comes a swinging torpedoed Yorker, He played with eyes close….. “He managed to get; Just It.” – Daily News.
1.5 x !!
It felt like the reel rolling with 1.5X speed, 55 frames per second. Dead people walking, hunted by Lykens, King of tribe, killed by a lion, winning 55fiction award, declared Casanova, shot by 55 caliber, killed my boss; Scooped these from gray cluster. After 55 seconds, Erupted belly matter. Hell of a rollercoaster!!! Darn!!.
U got to go, when it calls!!
Every 55 seconds, Press Enter, save world. A horn honks, counts 5, thereafter BOOM-Bang, 1000 sun descend upon us. Dead in 55sec. No human challenged him past 55 years. Crippled in hands of a “psychic noble laureate” we are. Did he just said - “Sorry! I forgot to do it, I got to pee urgently”……..
“Just like heaven, behind enemy lines, Band of brothers, saving Private Ryan, in Schindler's list. A few good men turned Rambo. On Road to perdition, killed slumdog millionaire & GODFATHER, attaining quantum of solace, oozing momento, had Shwashank redemption, saw one flew over cuckoo’s nest, ate American Pie, met gal next door on euro trip ” –from- Princess diary.
Sunday, February 13, 2011
THEY SELDOM STRUCK RIGHT…… !
Cupid are stupid, they seldom struck right..
Makes you fall, from steeply heights.
It makes you feel, the loosing pain,
But love for her, just always rain.
They make u laugh & make you cry,
Sporting the way, u just give a try….
You feel so glad for 1st love bite,,
Think again dear, may be a mosquito bite
Keep in mind they seldom struck right… :)
You look for her & she looks for him,
Cuts scene from Hollywood romantic film
Triangle it forms & still u say….
You feel so nice, as u see her hair sway.
You walk with her, in the moon lit night,
Thinking you’ll hold her hand someday you’ll make it right.
But then you see, the truth this way,
You are a very good friend, that’s what she says….
They seldom struck right, it’s just a trend…. ;)
You sense your senses when hangover ends
Relaxed you are when you reach the end.
But let me tell, it’s not at all bad
You expressed it all, what all u had…
You have good friends that’s all you need
Cupids are stupid they just mess the screen.
Care for you, & a healthy advice
That makes you rich with friends so wise.
Life goes on & never stops
But crushes are such they always pop
What u should see, is the friends u have
Show your trust & earn it back ….
It’s all so funny, yet so intense
But remember one thing
They are stupid, and always ping.
Seldom struck right and just don’t fight
Cherish these lines, I have said so right ….. :)
Just out of dream: S.D
Wednesday, February 2, 2011
Trickling down the memory lane like the snow dripping from sealing's cane , I realized a lesson long learnt by most humans and ignored by remaining ones; that "when heart seek crutches, our brain is already on skates" . Sounds complicated ? no wonders , most of my lectures from school of thoughts are like that. Generosity of commoners and Trivial ignorant reader's expectations are things I don't always amass upon. They make me think too bland !
Limping back to aim of the evening's propaganda, Whats makes me say " When our heart seek crutches , our brain skids on skates "; our brain precedes our heart , he reacts fast and never sink in marshy lands of emotions. He think in numbers(Binary) and deals in electromagnetic signals. Even if we leave the anatomy and physics behind ; and consider a more generic approach I am sure we have felt is so often.
Two Classic Cases :
1) When you spot the hot/smart/damsel/attractive girl with a sucking/dumb/undeserving ( According to you) guy - Every time your heart would seek crutches , i.e. it need support from other external sources :- 1) Male Friends( for Bitching through smoking/doping/drinking being few reasons ). 2) Female friends ( consolatory ideologues from opposite gender ) . You limp upon melodramatic cushions of these sources to support your heart. What about your brain :- Dude wake-up ! He is already making plans for assault mission, saving private Ryan.
2) When you are with hot/attractive/damsel girl ( least likely ) , your heart would need crutches for two things a) your constantly draining pocket's weight is too much to bear for little fist sized fella. b) constant cardiac arrest symptoms of seize resulting in collateral damage of loss of pride and girl with people like above. What about your brain : You cant stop the smart guy :) , he is planning for disaster management for the apocalypse expected to occur from both above reasons, else the best case scenario is he would be ball parking for the other girls around !
Long story short , Brain is always on the other side , and seldom with your heart and vice versa ; for those who want to give more credit to heart then brain . I don't mind , their are all kind of people in world. What I want to share is the revolting nature of human psyche , human nature through brain and heart . Mythology , and myriad of sages say good is followed by bad. Its because one of these two( brain and mind) are always thinking opposite to what is happening in life, thus eventually manifesting it in being's life.
Dangling between the war of brain and mind: S.D