WHEN SAVIOR TURNS DEVIL. !!!!!

                                                   

One thought which used to ring in my mind superficially since childhood was :- what if all the good people, everything good around us turn into devil ? Can we imagine the kind of society we will have ? Can we imagine the atrocities of people on people ? Can we imagine the sufferings ? Off course not ! And thank god that it was just superficial thought.

But what compelled me to write this title " When savour turn into devil " is a leaf off the same book which was imagined superficially and was never actually turned into a book in the library shelves. Oh no ! Did i say library ? Well, i am sorry if I reminded people of some squeeze moments from their past which is hard to find today in this computer age. Anyways what also re-enforced my feeling is that, this saviour thing is often compared with god. Yes ! you heard right ! GOD and i am talking about none other than doctors of our society. 

Again when i am writing about the doctors i would like to exclude those few who are not only dedicated to their profession but have earned respect as well. You look around and you would find patients complaining about doctors, either they were cheated with hefty hospital bills which is illegal because of inappropriate decision and prescription  of doctors or they had to spend a fortune for a miner disease / illness. There is a deliberate attempt to commercialise this profession. Doctors get a cut from multinational drug makers for prescribing their drugs to the patients. The generic drugs / medicines which usually costs far less than the multinational drugs hardly makes into the prescription. There was a time when one doctor or rather a Vaidya used to take care of all the illness for the people of several villages no matter what the illness is but today inspite of having specialised doctors for different illnesses we are falling sick and dying like chickens.

We all know that a doctor should not feel the pain of the patient else he/ she would not be able to treat the patient but i am sure unless they feel the sufferings of a patient, a patient would be nothing for them but a body given for practice.

 I have come across many incidents in my life  where life was betrayed over money. At times I found life so incompetent that it could not last for few more minutes or seconds to see the money arriving to rescue life. We have heard this many a times that  the only religion of a doctor is to treat their patients without defining the caste, creed, religion or faith but maybe things have changed a bit. Haste has replaced caste, greed has replaced creed and delusion has replaced religion but faith has remained faith and only transformed from noble to ignoble. What also surprises me is the fact that these doctors are turning out to be an authorised paid killers in our society, at times i have also felt that we pay doctors for our own oppression and merciless deaths.

What could transform them back to their noble profession is not mere speeches or thoughts but an strict action against all the doctors who are involved in such heinous crimes. It is our responsibility as well to be alert and highlight such incidents in public and to the concerned authorities and also keep a track of the proceedings. This will definitely bring the expected change in the society and hence our beautiful country India. 

Cheers !!!!!!!!

Cleanliness --- A Tool To Gain Respect !!!!!

Talking about cleanliness is more like talking about your soul, your unstated thought, need and an undermined expectations. We all expect our society to be cleanest but when it comes to sharing of responsibilities then we all expect a leader to be born in our neighborhood. You talk about any great personalities and you would find cleanliness common among almost all of them. Some had expressed their feelings for the society to be clean, some had made cleanliness a way of living a respectable life.

When Mr. PM pitched to the people of the nation to not only aspire but to get engaged towards this national cause, very few could understand the notion. But when he himself pulled the broom, the nation followed. People started pouring in ideas to keep India Clean. Some ideas were so innovative that the whole world followed and some were shared with experience. We literally saw people participating, and thanks to media as it was not possible to take it to every corner of the country without their contributions.

But how could cleanliness earn you respect ? Let me share a live example from my surrounding which I noticed while i was standing in my balcony. There were two people who used to come and pick the garbage every day from the surrounding. One of them named (Rehaan) a Bangladeshi from his origin used to come wearing a tattered clothes and dust all over his body with sleepers which was rubbed off completely. I knew his name because one day when he came to pick the garbage i had asked his name and my landlord had told me that they are Bangladeshi's. Now there was another guy named ( Pintu) who used to come with clothes all clean wearing sports shoes and a watch, not so expensive but a good looking one.

The impression they both left on the society was just opposite to each other, i never saw or heard people calling (Rehaan) either by his name or 'Bhai' or 'Beta' or 'Bhaiya' etc instead people used to say 'Oye' or 'Arre' or 'Oye Ladke' etc where as in (Pintu's) case it was just opposite, i never saw or heard people calling 'Arre' or 'Oye' or 'Oye Ladke' etc instead they used to call him either by his name or 'Bhaiya' or 'Beta' or 'Bhai Saab' respectfully without even looking at the job he was doing. We as a nation still lacks the will to accept the respect for a job no matter what but i am happy to see and say that being a human we respect cleanliness. It's a human tendency to respect something you like. We as a nation still have to go miles to achieve a clean society with respect as its bi-product. 

The Apathy Of Old Age !!!!

Nameste to everyone. If there is anything i can wish for then I would wish to be young forever, but is this something really possible ? I hope not as far as i am aware of the recent developments in the world of science and technology. But why old age and not poverty or something which is impacting the nation badly ?

The answer is because even if you are poor but young you can still manage things with some difficulty if not smoothly whereas even if you are rich but the bones are loosening, wrinkles are ready to come off the skin and there is hardly any energy left in you and you have lost the zeal to live, you would not think of anything but dying your own death.

Probably this story is about one of its kind. Most of the time in our life it's the small things which we do matters more than the change of a life time. Often it is those small gestures or incidents which compels or motivates you to do something. Journey of or by a train is something which can give you an experience of a world tour. I am sorry, i am exaggerating it but it literally has not only taught me things but have helped me develop a sense of understanding.

It happened to be one of such incidents where i along with my cousin was traveling from Delhi to Patna. Since it was not a planned journey and we got to know about it only before the day of travel, we couldn't get the tickets booked. Somehow i stood in a long line for a general ticket and managed to get it only after an hour, but thank god it was before the train left and we managed to get into the train.

Though we weren't supposed to get into the sleeper coach still we got in because we couldn't collect the courage to get into the over crowded general compartment. Someone has rightly said that money can't buy everything but thank god that it could buy something. We paid fine to the TTE and were allowed to travel in sleeper compartment now.

If i talk about my nature then i would like to tell you that i find it very tough to ask someone for a favour but certainly travelling on your feet for 17 hours is not feasible option either. I asked my cousin if he could get in the compartment and could look for a seat for himself while i was pushed in one corner of the gate by the crowd. My cousin managed to get in and not only he convinced someone to share a seat with himself but got one for me too. We were delighted to have gotten a seat while everyone standing here and there was watching at us with some hope.

I started interacting with people to avoid any protest about the seat. While interacting with people my eyes stopped at an old man who was sitting on the floor of the train. He was barefooted with a "Jhola" and a "Lathi". He looked 80+ with his age, wearing tattered "Dhoti" and "Kurta". Everytime someone passed from there he had to move his "Jhola" to give space. I asked him yo come and sit beside me. He said he would rather sit on the floor as it is more spacious. I took the newspaper out if my bag and gave it to him to sit on it. He took the newspaper, spread it on the floor and sat on it. After few minutes he took a packet of biscuit from his "Jhola" and started eating. He was not even carrying a water bottle. I asked him if he needed water, he did not say anything but looked at me with optimism with a dry and chocked mouth. I bought two bottles of water and gave one to him. He took the bottle, drank half of it in one go and blessed me for my wellbeing. 

Baba why are you traveling alone, you are too old - i said.

I had come to delhi to see my grandson - he said.

Where does he live ? What does he do ? - i asked.

I don't know but someone in the village had told me that he has gone to delhi that is why I came here in search of him - he said.

Do you have his phone number or address ? - i asked.

No - he replied.

Have you gone mad - I shouted at him as if he was my own grandfather and i was a 3 year old kid then i was quick to reclaim my voice. I kept looking at him

In disguise and he was looking at me with helpless watery eyes. 

"Baba" Delhi is too big to find a person without identity, it is not your village - i said. Where did you live as you were not able to find your grandson ? - i asked.

I used to sleep on footpath and haven't had anything for the last two days except few biscuits with water. Everyone in the compartment had their eyes reeking after listening to him.

My "Maasi" had made "Litti" for us for the journey. I gave him 4 litti's while someone offered him a cup of tea. He had two litti's instantly and kept the other two in his "Jhola". After eating, he looked more energetic and blessed us for our well being many a times. He also started sharing stories about himself and that is when We came to know that he used to be a "Wrestler" and used to do "Kushti" in his village and his age was already running over 100. Infact 105 to be very precise as per what he said, we were struck by this fact. We had some very good time after we gelled up with him and after listening to his stories. It was already 11 pm, we made some space for him so that he could sleep and by the time we woke up in the morning it was already 6 and we had almost reached patna. We collected all our belongings and packed our bags. While de-boarding the train, i gave him ₹500 and DE-boarded while he kept watching and blessing me with both the hands. This story ended in the train but the life still smithereens. 

Does Tolerance Teach A Lesson Or Promote The Wrong Doings :----

                       

I am not a writer of that sort who writes after too much of calculation and of that quality who  would dive deep into the ocean to fetch pearls of ocean. But one thing is certain that what ever i am going to write is something i have experienced and experiences can be both good or bad.

There used to be a time for me when every second thought in mind used to be about cricket or a cricket match with myself being the center of attraction and focus. Cricket has not only taught me, but millions of youths too, a way of life. A life full of cooperation, team work and off course life above all the barriers of caste, creed or religion.

What ever i am going to write today is one of such incidents from the big cricket tree and is a leaf out of it.

I had read somewhere in my childhood that "only if you clap for someone is when somebody will clap for you" though i was not good in anything but cricket is when i could have expected someone to clap for me. It was one of such incidents. We were done with the play in our regional cricket meet with our team being the winner. As usual on the last day of the play the prize distribution ceremony was going on. There were around hundreds of young cricketers clapping for each other, there came a time when everyone stopped clapping as they were tired of clapping continuously for around 45 minutes. Everyone stopped clapping except me. I kept on clapping for every player, coaches of respective teams and their accompanying teachers.

Besides our queue were players from the runner up team and for some obvious reasons they did not look happy with the way we beat them in the finals. After starring at me for clapping continuously, few of them started saying things. Many of the abuses and statements were so provocative that anyone else but me in my team could have got into a fight with them, but i choose to keep quiet. Then one of those guys said "abe pagal hai kya" it looked more professional to me from their perspective and i choose to react. I turned to their side, smiled at them and said "haan bhai main paagal hi too hoon". Though i did not know how would they react to it but i didn't know it will do wonders. I didn't know what made them keep quite. There was a complete silence and they did not utter a word afterwards.

After prize distribution everyone went to their respective rooms, some with sad faces and some with "hip hip furrey" slogan. I too followed my team. It was already 6 in the evening, i along with my friends planned to go for an outing as the following day we had to leave for home. I took the shower, changed my clothes and got ready. The moment I opened the door i saw those guys again at my door waiting for me, I thought i am in trouble, they had all come to take a revenge now.

Hi - i said in a firm yet terrified voice.

We are sorry - they said in tandem.

I was relaxed, it's okay - i said.

Lets walk i said, i walked with them for couple of minutes, chit chatting with them about the game and few things in the meanwhile my friends arrived and we left for outing. 

Again this was just one experience where this attitude of being tolerant worked but i am not sure if this would work everywhere.

I let you decide and give a feedback on this :) :) :). 

IS POVERTY --- A DISEASE ?

Poverty is neither a 'Swine Flu' nor an 'HIV' was my opinion before i came across something which shook me from within and made me write this truth into a blog.

It was a bright Saturday morning and i was getting ready as i had to leave for bhagalpur to appear for an exam subsequently on a Sunday.

I was still an student in my teens and my 'MAA' gave me ₹ 600 including the fair and everything. While coming back i took the best mode of transport 'Train' but unfortunately The train was overcrowded and there was hardly any seat available or I should say there was hardly any space available, i just stood besides the gate and was giving way to the people passing by every five minutes.

I saw a lady sitting at the gate of the toilet of the compartment with her three kids and couple of rolled package of 'SARIS'. Her kids  were hungry and were asking for something to eat, she kept on telling them to wait till they would reach patna as if the next station is patna. 

I took the packet of biscuits out of my bag and offered them, they looked at her mother for a nod and the moment she shook her head they thought of gelling up with kids. The kids started playing with me and started smiling the moment I offered the biscuits and soon I offered another packet. They broke in joy.

I asked the lady if she was going to Patna, she nodded in agreement. What do you do - i asked, i work - she said. How do you manage to feed your kids - i asked.

Somehow I manage everything - she said. After a moment she said poverty is a disease , sir and few fortunate n brave ones are destined to get over it. Most of us learn to live with it. That is what came out of her heart when i probed her about her livelihood. I wrote heart instead of mouth because what ever she said it came directly from her heart and made me think twice before i could probe further. 

What's your name ? - I asked.

Sita - she said.

And your kids - I asked.

Lav, kush and Gita - she said. All of them looked malnourished. 

I thought for a moment if she is the Sita of 'Ramayan' but my mind was quick to remind me, No, she has Gita too.What's their age ? - i asked.

Lav, Kush and Gita are 5,7,10 respectively- she said.

I probed further as i was curious to know how she had managed to look after her kids.

Where is your husband- I asked.

'kishori' his name if kishori - she said.

He left us when my last kid was 7 years old. He said, he is going to 'Rajdhani' to earn money but ever since he left, our life has become worse and vulnerable. It's been 3 years and i have no information about him - She said.

Then, how did you manage to look after your kids - I asked. She kept quite for a while and then i saw tears rolling down her cheeks. I realised that i have touched the unsung string of her life. 

I sold myself to feed my children, Everybody wanted some flesh out of me - she said and broke in to tears.

I felt very sorry for her and did not have the courage to ask anything else. I took the money out of my pocket and counted, i had ₹350 left, I offered her ₹300 as i had to commute back to my home too.

She was still in dilemma, she took the money very hesitantly as if i too wanted flesh out of her. You are like my own Sister, this is a gift for you from your brother, keep this money - i said, then she accepted the money and blessed me for my prosperous future. Meanwhile the train stopped on a station, people started pushing each other in order to de-board the train. I asked someone to check which station was that. It was Rajender Nagar, unfortunately it was the same station i had to de-board too.

I shook hands with Lav, Kush and Gita, gave remaining packets of biscuits and said bye to them while the train started to crawl. I de-boarded the train, they kept watching me till i became invisible and vice-versa.

I thought over it again if poverty really is a disease as she said it is, the answer is yes but it is just a viral fever which can be cured or stopped easily if done with the zeal to cure it. But that was my observation, i still leave it on you readers to decide if it really is a disease. Put yourself in a same situation and then think and answer. GOOD LUCK :):):)

IS MODI A SAINT OR A POLITICIAN ?

• Narendra Damoder Daas Modi, a name without which neither any debate nor any news hour can go void. A name which sells more than any xyz things in India and a name which has its own significance to the world. Even Mr. Modi had not expected of such a great majority and faith from all over India. Same as the acceptance of Vivekananda's as the convener of Hinduism on the world stage at the most famous worlds parliament of religion till date.
  
  

  What obligates me to compare these two personalities are not only the similarity in their names (i.e. Narendra- a childhood name for Vivekananda's) but their speeches too. Remember the day when Vivekananda's gave his historic speech in the worlds parliament of religion and the whole world were astonishingly watching and listening to the great orator. People were queue up either to chat or shake hands with him irrespective of his background. Like wise in the case of Narendra Modi after he gave a historic speech in United Nations and proposed a day dedicated for the well being of humanity as an International YOGA day. And i being a proud Indian can say that United Nations resolution came as a historic resolution in the history of United Nations where it got the support of around 167 countries that too in one of the shortest span of time, which in itself is a milestone. And United Nations acclaimed 21st June as the international yoga day.                                                                                                             Ever since i have started following politics, i have seen people being taken in to rallies and being offered a meal or may be some money and it goes to almost every party without exception. But what i saw in the just concluded lok sabha elections was something my eyes could not believe, people paying money to listen to the speeches of Mr. Modi, and this trend continued in several overseas tours as well after he became PM. What has he really been telling and teaching in all his speeches is to be tolerant at the same time pro-active and alert. The earth quake in Nepal and the rescue operations in Syria, Afghanistan and Iraq are the latest examples where India evolved as the major contributor and the whole world looked at us whenever they needed help.                                                                                                  There are people who need quick fixes for everything without doing their bit. My only suggestion to them is to have some patience trust your government, after all ' Rome was not built in a day' it requires a great zeal and effort from every citizen of this country to make India the country of 21st century. Ever since Mr. Modi has taken the command, he has been working tirelessly to not only improve but to provide pace to the developmental works. His saintly attire and an intelligent yet calm mind makes him a politician the world would look up-to.