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Life is valuable.
Its value is known to be the one’s own.
Not only the human being, but the animals, birds, reptiles, aquarians, even the micro-organisms like bacteria and the viruses; all know the value of their life and desire to be ‘at ease’ all the time.
The value of any life is beyond the imagination and calculations of any mathematician or statistician.
The value of life is usually realized when one loses the ‘ease’ and becomes ‘diseased.’
Nature has planned some ‘ease’ providers and they provide their services and products to the disabled and diseased. It’s a long story in the human history how the health provides serve their products to the needy patients.
Once they meet and get one, they start their remedies along with their service accounts for the diseased patient. As the patient is relieved and is ready to return to his home, the medical bills arrive at his bed as if to say ‘goodbye’ to the patient. While looking at the bills, the patient feels fainted and crumbled his pelvic girdle.
He is the one who bowed at the legs of the doctor when he entered into the dispensary and saw his doctor ready to treat him. He felt as if the doctor is his God. Subsequently, when he is better relieved, he was confident that he will not die now and realized the doctor as an ordinary man as he himself is. And, now, when he takes a look of the huge medical bills, he believes that the doctor is none but a demon.
It’s human nature!
When one’s life is tossed, he does not keep any stone unturned to save himself and regain his health, his state of ease. It is here, in his helplessness, that the unhealthy and unethical trends erupt at all stages of medical profession. The doctors, nurses, chemists, pathologists, radiologists, dentists, surgeons, super specialists and NGOs who provide assistance to the patients, do try to impose an unfair dealing on the patient.
During all of my forty years of medical profession as a family physician and surgeon, I hardly see a single day when any one of my patients did not return, with a panic and helpless face, from a medical store to me, saying, ‘See doctor, these are the drugs that the chemist gave to me and charged xxxxx amount, but did not give me any receipt. Doctor! Do these drugs really cost this much huge amount?’
I usually have no answer. I just can insist him to be sensible to get a bill of any transaction. I can do nothing but look into his eyes, with the same passion and sympathy. But the patient is so scared of getting the drugs available and finding an immediate cure for himself, that hardly he returns to the medical drug store to demand a bill of purchase. I remain gloomed even after the patient turns out of my room. I feel, not he patient, but myself is cheated and robbed.
Now a days, we are accustomed to see another type of postmen than those from Indian Post. They are not uniformly dressed, but turn to all, except mine, dispensaries; sometime before or after the routine postman from the post office turns to our houses. They are usually seen with a list of doctors in one hand and the packets in another; and deliver their duties as smoothly as a regular postman. They state their designation as the PROs ( Public Relation Officer ) from some honorable doctor, pathologist, druggist and chemist, surgeon or radiological diagnostic center. It’s a matter of interest to know what the packets, in their hand, contain.
Do you think that there are reasons for these unfair and unethical dealings?
I can witness too many occasions and evidences against this trend that is observed at all stages in medical practice. Patients usually come to me and they feel secured and confident to complain about the trends in medical profession.
In the subsequent articles on ‘How to curtail your medical bills,’ I will be discussing those ‘dark holes’ in the universe of medical profession, and suggesting some clews to save your medical bills up to 25% or more.
It’s time after a long run of 40 years on the track of medical profession, to pause; turn around backwards and have a retrospective view of my life; what; how; where and why I was running too fast, not to leave many evidences behind.
And it’s astonishing to realize that the unseen turns in the past represent the failures, and are more memorable rather than successes. It’s human nature. One does not know whether the graph of his own life has more ups than downs, but the falls attract his mind the most and he repents: ‘ Oh! If this wouldn’t have been there at all?’
After all, our destiny takes its turn in front of us and we can do nothing but just to follow it and enjoy whatever is at our stake. In the run of time we gathered something into our hands and lost many more which we can’t grasp in our little hands. Still, whatever we have with us is totally ripen now, as a ripen mango fruit, even though it was bitter when we collected it for ourselves.
Much has been gathered during all the four decades of my medical profession: knowledge, experience, money, rewards, awards, realities and the outcomes. When I judge it for myself, the journey of my life has been too successful for me, if I peep towards the deep down stage at the beginning of my childhood.
And now, when the time of sunset is approaching sooner, I feel the urge to hand over the earnings of my life to the deserving young generation in the medical profession. That is the only way to nurture and preserve them for the future.
A timely guidance is more valuable than any gift of any kind. I feel that all the down falls in my life were as the result of lack of proper guidance at a crucial juncture. To disrupt the chain of failures in my next generation of doctors, a friendly conversation with them is utmost necessary. And to join the vast population of them, an effective medium of communication was the only necessity.
We doctors have been discussing the ‘24 x 7 x 365’ busy nature and harsh competition of our profession. We hardly afford to spare some time to revise and improve the lapses in our knowledge and expertize . Instead of cooking for the self, we welcome the readymade dish of instant menu, served as breakfast in our clinic. To cope up with the continuous overflow of the advances in the medical science and learn them by heart, a fast, fresh and effective trend of continued medical education has always been the need of time.
Even after a sincere thinking for a couple of years, I was confused to choose and adopt an effective tool to communicate with my colleagues and medical students. I was in search of a medium, that will last for subsequent decades to serve the purpose of all , me and my friends.
I opted to choose one out of the bunch of means.’ The digital dialogs.’
The dialogs will be under the title of ‘Upachar ‘; which will, as I intend, be arranged once a week. It will be in the form of an e-bulletin, to serve the purpose of a foundation for a forum for medical students, medical practitioners, paramedical staff and the patients, too!
I hope, you all will appreciate it, and it will be a rich nourishment for healthy and wealthy medical profession.
Here, in America, we need drive our vehicle fast, but slow down at ‘XING’s. Every time I was confused with the frequent markings ‘XING’ on the roads; and I tried to find its meaning in the dictionaries; fruitlessly! In my mother tongue, a ‘xing’ is the toddling and trembling gate of a drunken individual.
As I came to know that it is an alarming indication that there is a road crossing ahead, I found the real dictionary to read its meaning
Why there should be the markings like ‘XING’ and ‘ STOP’ before approaching towards a road crossing ?
Obviously, it is for safety; safety of your vehicle and yours too! Again, a slow - down of our vehicle permits some seconds to think the right turn, that we intend to take ahead. Though the vehicles here are left hand driven, they keep the right lane and reach to their destination, safely.
In our real life we usually come across a ‘xing’; and we, almost ’stop’. The circumstances, for us, are so unpredictable, unbearable, confusing, unforeseen and overwhelming our personality, that we shut our eyes, put our palms over them on the forehead and sit down, as if encircled by big zeroes. The confusion is remarkable wherein more than four roads, perhaps six to seven roads, converge and diverge from a single crossing. Similarly, we remain faceless, when multiple problems and question marks capture us in the middle of the road we travel through and the red signal at the ‘xing’ blunts our imagination.
Imagine a scenario wherein your competitive examination is to begin after a couple of hours today. Suddenly you have a sharp headache at home, your bike is punctured; it’s raining outside; public utility buses have called off a strike; there is no response from your doctor on phone as he is out of the station and a few pain killers at your pocket are out of date! This is a juncture, crucial enough for you to cross your hands with your eyes closed. You are really at a virtual ‘XING’.
It’s, specifically, during the time of crisis that we succumb to the circumstances and cannot proceed, somehow; somewhere. Our mind turns lethargic. Our intellect becomes paralyzed.
To whom should we call for help to pull us out at the crucial juncture, where we can’t help ourselves?
It is the self- consciousness, which forms the hierarchy over the mind and intellect in our physiological constitution, which can depict the mirror image of the solution you drastically need the most. It is always the one solution, unbiased. Then, you tend to do what you were born to do and the path unfolds right in front of you. It might not be straight, and it certainly won’t be bump-free. But it’s yours; it takes you where you want to go, and it feels right. It is easier for those who believe that there is the God and that He has a plan for your life. Such a belief builds the confidence in you, that whatever you are doing is only the right thing - right for you.
In the ancient Hindu epic, Mahabharata, during the episode of Bhagavadgeeta, the archer Arjuna reached towards a complex ‘XING’ which debilitated him to throw his weapons down and, instead of fighting, sit on the ground. It was only then and then, when he believed in his mentor, Lord Krishna, as his God, he stood up again to fight to be victorious.
He found his right way out.
And, for you too, it is only the right way out!
Who Are We?
Really who are you or me or she or he?
This has been an all time question, apparently ‘idiot,’ but it is lingering with the history of development of human brain.
Who are we?
The obvious reply is,’ We are human.’
To be more specific, I am X, you are
Y and he is Z.
Mere x, y, z and .....?
We are not the cross bars of ' X ' or the double curves of ' S ' or the parabola of 'O '
as we figure almost alike and these figures are not inclined to attract and adhere each other as we often do.
Are, then, we 1, 2 , 3*4,+(567)-89?
No, no !
We are not additions, multipliers, dividers or we can not subtract each others
And none of us is doubled as 2 is to 1 or tripled as 9 is to 3.
Then, are we rivers, oceans, trees or mountains?
Impossible! They can not turn around as we can do.
Oh! Then, who are we? Fumes, gas or fire?
Not alike! We do not tend to lift ourselves, effortlessly, always up and up towards the sky.
I am exhausted asking these questions to myself for last 30 years, but all in vein, without yielding any simple and satisfactory answer to any one of my questions.
Subsequently I learned that
many of our past generations of learned
scholars and seers used to ask these
questions to themselves, and all of them reached only to an unique answer:
' No'... 'no'... ' no' !!
Indian scholars seers and philosophers desperately uttered: ' Neti '......' neti '
meaning ' this is not ' ...... ' this is not ' what I am! '
Then they tried the other way. Instead of trying to search the answer outside
their bodies, they tried to check their inside. They scrutinized every part and every organ in body and declared,' No. We are nothing out of any of those legs, head, abdomen, lungs or heart.'
Still they tried further to identify and understand the unique similarity among everybody. They posed them sitting standstill, closed their eyes, concentrated their mind, only to experience the movement of the heart, sounding; 'lubbub... dub... lubbub ....dub'.
Every body of them could here the sound but remain clueless as to the creator of it.
Again they concluded that nothing that we see out side or perceive from inside is the creator of the universe. ‘Neti…., Neti….., this is not ….. this is not ( the creator of the universe).
In-spite of the frustration of failure to identify and isolate the creator of the universe, they succeeded only to name the unknown creator, unanimously' as, ' PARAM '
Eventually they realized that all of us are representing the omnipotent 'PARAM'
None of us is a father. HE, THE PARAM is the only father, ‘The Purush.’
We are, in fact, not brothers, sisters, sons, daughters and in-laws of any of us.
We all are the even fragments of the only PARAM, We are the miniature of HE’S,
encapsulated in various different outer forms developed by our mother,' The Prakriti'
We are compelled ourselves to accept the forms as we are anxious to fulfill our long lasting desires. But the desires and aspirations can not be fulfilled in the absence of our encapsulated state. The state is aroused as a result of our ignorance of our real nature, that we are all like the rays from the sun, PARAM'
Therefore, we all, big or small, young and old, are equal and the same!
All our practical differences, like a learned and a stupid, a male or female, a child or an adult, a saint or a robber, a student and a teacher, are fragile and decisive.
Hence, it is not a surprise when an elderly bows at the legs of a child or a man touches the legs of a woman to express the gratitude and respect.
Step : 1
Dhritarashtra : ( Asks) “ O Sanjaya! Tell me, whatever my sons and the sons of Pandu, who
were eager to fight, did on the sacred battlefield of Kurukshetra?”
B. Geeta, 1 / 1
It’s Hastinapur, a small town to the north – west, half an hour for a car journey from Delhi, the present capital of India. Hastinapur, too, was the capital of Kauravas and Pandavas.
Dhritarashtra was the King at Hastinapur. He was a blind, inborn, unable to see the war between his sons, the Kauravas and his nephews, the Pandavas. But he was too eager to perceive the incidence, as he was the root cause of the battle; therefore, the writer of the epic ‘Mahabharat’ vrishi Vyas blessed Sanjaya, a man from the Royal Court of Dhritarashtra, with the power of remote television and telecast, so as to narrate the live commentary of the battle to the King, sitting in the palace.
As the war was scheduled on the barren land at Kurukshetra, a small village at the outskirts of Hastinapur, Dhritarashtra and Sanjaya stayed in the palace of the capital to review the forthcoming incidences.
It is a single opening question asked by King Dhritarashtra to Sanjaya, that starts the discourse of ‘Shrimadbhagawadgeeta,’ which is shortly referred as ‘B. Geeta’ by the present writer in this book.
Sanjaya : ( Replies ) “ Your son, Prince Duryodhan, with Dronacharya, the teacher of Kaurava’s, viewed the army of Pandavas. ……….. …………. …….”
B. Geeta, 1/2 to 1 / 20
Unlike many other common battles, this battle was not fought among apposing armies of different religions, different casts or cultures, nor was it to extend the existing boundaries of the kingdom; but it was only outbreak of the expanded manifestation of the dispute among the Royal Family.
King Dhritarashtra and King Pandu were the sons of Vichitravirya. They were kin brothers, Pandu being the younger. After Vichitrvirya, Pandu, though younger that Dhritarashtra, was crowned on the throne of Hastinapur, because Dhritarashtra being inborn blind by both eyes, was deemed unfit to be a king. Because of some consequences, when Pandu decided to leave Hatinapur for ever and proceed to jungle, he crowned his elder brother Dritarashtra as the King of Hastinapur. Dhritarashtra, further, denied the inborn right of the five sons of Pandu over the kingdom. Dispute began and worsened with advancing time. When all the attempts of mediation failed, battle was the only way out. Naturally, some relatives and friends who were the kings of different territories of Bharat, gathered with their armies, on the side of Pandavas and, similarly, others on the side of Kauravas.
Obviously, the armies on the opposing sides were composed of a mix of mutual relatives, teachers and friends. The strength of the soldiers on the side of Kauravas was considerably vast than that, on the side of Pandavas. The Commander- in- Chief, on the side of Kauravas was Bhishma, the great; and on the side of Pandavas was Dhrishtadyumna.
As the formal beginning of the cataclysmic war, renowned warriors blew their conches, tabors, drums and horns. The echoes, so sounded from the Pandava’s side, fluttered the hearts of everyone on Kaurava’s side. As the soldiers adjusted their arrows on the arches, Arjuna requested Krishna to drive his chariot between the two armies. Krishna, as an intimate friend and as a charioteer of Arjuna, immediately drove the chariot in the open space between the two armies. Arjuna paused a while, turned around to see the endless list of his relatives, brothers, uncles, grandfathers, companions, teachers and friends in the opposing armies. Everyone was astonished at Arjuna’s abrupt move and watched standstill, curiously, for his strange strategy.
Step : Two
Arjuna: “ O! Achut ( Krishna ), hold my chariot steady until I see and recognize those warriors
who are enthusiastic to fight with me in this war.
B. Geeta, 1 / 22
Krishna : “ O Arjuna, See carefully the Kauravas and the warriors assembled on their side.”
B. Geeta, 1 / 25
Apparently, it is in disguise, why Arjuna desired to drive and hold his chariot amidst the two armies. Probably, Arjuna was overcome by great compassion. He watched his teacher, Drona;
his grandfather, the Bhisma; all sons of paternal uncle ( the Kauravas ), fathers in law, maternal uncles, their sons, grandsons, kings from different kingdoms, all over the sub continents of Bharata and their armies which joined either the side of Kaurava’s or Pandava’s.
Arjuna observed carefully. After he surveyed them all, he was distressful, To him it appeared that the war meant a slaughter of one’s own people, which can result into unidentified and unanticipated outcome. He was surprised as to why nobody out of those gathered here, can’t look vividly the ultimate result of this devastating war.
Apart from the attitude of all others, Arjuna turned distraught and distressed, and said :
Arjuna : “ O Krishna! I did see all those, my relatives who are gathered here to fight.
……………….. …………….. … ……………………….” B. Geeta, 1 / 28 to 1 /31
“ Krishna! Well, I have seen, but my body is trembling. There are tremors along my legs, feet and arms. My mouth and the tongue in it, is becoming dry .My hair stand stiff. I can‘t hold the
the arch ( the Gandiva ) in my hands, it is slipping down. My skin is burning with hot flushes all around. I can’t stand, even. My mind is puzzled. Can’t say why I realize these adverse symptoms. I do not think it creditable for me to kill all these relatives. Hay Krishna! I do not long for any victory and the kingdom of Hastinapur.”
Arjuna : “ Hay Govinda! Why should we become the king of a kingdom?
Why should we be the proud owners of pleasure and luxury?
What for we desire to live (after killing the relatives )? ”
B. Geeta, 1 / 32
“ O Janardan! What would be manner that we will be blessed after killing the
B. Geeta, 1 / 36
“ O Madhava ! How can we be happy after killing our relatives? ”
B. Geeta, 1 / 37
“ O Janardan! Why are we unaware, to refrain from the sin of destruction of our
family and our clan? ”
B. Geeta, 1 / 39
Arjuna was so confused that he, at a short time, asked a bunch of questions to Krishna,
without permitting hardly any time to Krishna to reply. He was unsteady, physically and mentally. He had lost the power of self reasoning. He felt like a storm over the usual calm and quite state of his mind, to rouse the abundant waves over it, big and small, blurring the view at the bottom of his mind, churning the confusion and grief further.
And it happens, with all of us at sometimes in our life, too.
A tightly knit social structure of highly evolved culture, is invariably based on family oriented ethics. Even now, with the advent of polluted modernization, nobody is practically free to decide and implement one’s own ideas, as long as they are approved by the majority of relatives, kin and in laws. Whatever Arjuna realized, was ideologically, a truth, but a misplaced one, on the grounds of battle, where the arrows were just to shot up from the arches of the soldiers on both the sides. Arjuna rolled on his own chain of thoughts. As he estimated the destruction of all the families of Kauravas and Pandvas; he feared ending the worship to their forefathers, which is a grave guilt according to Sanatan ( Vedic ) Religion. He could fairly depict the consequences of the war. Despite the destruction of his loving ones, his teacher Drona and his grandfather Bhisma, there will be anarchy, women of the Royal family will be dishonored, there will be a downgraded mixture of cast and culture, not any ancestor will be worshiped, and his country, the Bharat, will not be any more than a hell.
As to his question, why nobody was inclined to exhibit the ability to anticipate the dark and
dust of a terrible war, was true. As a social worker and religious thinkers, salute to Arjuna’s cognizance, some thousands of years ago. Despite the debate on the historical landmarks of ‘Mahabharat’, one has to concentrate on the facts of a blurring history, which is prone to turn into a mythology.
There is another such incidence in the ancient history of India. The Emperor Ashoka Maurya
(304 BCE – 232 BCE) the Maurya dynasty, who ruled almost all of the Indian subcontinent, set up the Kalinga war, which he waged himself out of a desire for conquest. He rose up as the victories, but cried up, afterwards, in despair at the sight of the annihilation during the war,
supposedly turned to Buddhism to guard and propagate the nonviolence in the countries all along the south-east Asia.
Arjuna’s questions were most practical, and properly in time, as compared to Ashoka’s grief,
which pondered as an aftermath of the battle.
Arjuna’s questions remained as unanswered by Krishna, for the time. Krishna might have assumed the changed mind set of Arjuna, as an inevitable affair; if He was to conciliate him and plant some different ideology to come out victorious in the present battle.
The Divine Dialogues
With the evolution of human race, the linguistic aptitude constantly improved in dimensions of tune, quality and temperament. Any kind of human dialog, then, became the source of personal, social and global attainment of pleasure. And, now, a dialogue has proved an essential medium for personal satisfaction, familial co existence, fulfillment of social needs, political moves and global integration.
The dialogues are the modes and modules of interactions. The basic learning of a baby begins with the warm and assuring dialogues, initially, with the parents; to be continued lifelong with the kids of same age group, brothers and sisters, relatives with all age groups, friends, teachers, neighbors, mentors, seers, philosophers and spiritualists.
Dialogues are the ideal method of learning for any sort of knowledge. When it comes to imparting a divine knowledge, dialogues with a mentor matter the most. It’s the practice
that sustained for thousands of years, as a reliable means of discourses; either ethical or mythological. Apart from a chit- chat, any substantial knowledge needs an intellectual play at a higher level of understanding and genius courage to implement it in it’s worth ideological values.
It is surprising enough that such a method of learning evolved to be practiced widely, when the world was lacking in any supplementary material, like paper, pen, books, curriculum, black board or a chock to visualize the theme of the subject in the context.
In the ancient history of India, the Guru kul, ( Teacher’s Family) pattern of schools was invariably adopted. The pupils were a part of the mentor’s family and they stayed with him till the end of their education. The relationship between the teacher and the students, so developed, was bound hard and everlasting, building faith and respect towards the teacher.
The teacher had an opportunity to inspect closely the career inclination and the character building of every student around him.
But the dialogues that I refer to, the dialogues among archer Arjuna as a follower and Lord Shrikrishna as his mentor, as narrated in Shrimadbhagawadgeeta, are the pillars on peculiarly a different background and unique circumstances of a battlefield.
The supremacy of the dialogues is beyond any doubt. The incarnation of Lord Krishna on the earth, as regarded unanimously by all saints, sages and scholars, is almost complete in its virtues. He, being the supreme mentor, Arjun is the supreme follower, as he is the only direct recipient of the knowledge which, then, is obviously supreme.
The dialogues imparting spiritual knowledge are invariably abundant in most of the religious literature around the world; so are they in many religious scriptures of Hindu literature too, but the dialogues in Shrimadbhagawadgeeta are outstanding and utmost divine. They are perceived as being more fundamental principles in any human being, are briefed in appropriate words, being the sweet and delicious cream of all schools of Hindu religious sciences.
The dialogues are bilateral and reveal the spiritual principles in user friendly atmosphere. Otherwise, spiritualism is a mysterious knowledge, too difficult to attain and understand. It is all about ‘yourself.’ Can somebody try to know oneself? None can understand you better than you ‘yourself.’ Once we get ourselves acquainted, the universe remains like a pear on the palm, to be viewed instantly from all angles to get it recognized beyond doubts.
Despite the height we attain by climbing the steps of a ladder, what is the purpose of fostering a ladder of uneven steps, that make it impossible to climb to the top of it in any single attempt?
Similarly, the steps of the divine dialogues must be suitable to pull one up towards the fulfillment of knowledge and success in various aspects of human life. The dialogues from the Bhagawadgeeta stand confidently upright in this context and nurture the follower to ride upon the success and satisfaction of his life. As the dialogues are self evident in transforming a pessimist to an outright optimist, every individual, may be a devotee or else, is likely to share the benefits of perusing the verses, which, again, are divine.
I personally agree to coin the themes of these verses on the ground of individual needs and fulfillment, of anybody dwelling in the universe. These themes are so invading the universe, that nobody can refuse the results, out coming as an exercise of their meditation and contemplation.
The mind, though invisible to physical eyes, controls all other organs of functions, flows, as if, with the wind, dipping for a moment down in the valleys, and touching the high of the sky in another. Arjuna, the formidable and unparalleled warrior of his time, who had defeated all the renowned fighters of the Kaurava’s side, during the year of concealment of Pandavas, was surprisingly reluctant under distress and abandoned the fight, even before the crusade with the Kauravas was yet to begin, depicting the question mark for his friend, relative and honorable mentor, Krishna, who was posed to explain the Geeta in subsequent moments.
The vulnerable and volatile mind needs to be a mould of stiff and sturdy nature, without any prejudice, to be a successful crusader. The divine dialogues play exactly the same roll in everybody who concentrate on them.
We, as a common men, are anxious to wave our worries away, determine our duties and goals
and toile towards the top of our success, to realize ourselves fully gratified in the life.
Let us begin to step up the ladder steps, the divine dialogues, to meet again at the top of it, to discuss our journey of ‘Toiling Towards The Top.’
Though the nature of my father was bit a reticent, whatever he uttered, used to be highly meaningful.
It was always a surprise to me to listen to his learned thoughts, despite his illiteracy and inability to hold a word out of any religious book.
I do not remember any particular incidence in conjunction to my life, if any, when he asked me,
“ Let there be no pride.”
As usual, I could not either gather any indication from his speech of only of a single sentence, or pay much attention towards it. But, in the due course of time, when I was plunged into the pool of religious books, I frequently used to come across the sentence,
“ The pride erodes the pack of your fortune.”
Decades passed since I was warned about the enemy, but I could not realize the foggy fumes of pride around me; never did I mind the boulders blocking the natural flow for smooth passage of my life. I tried most of the means of devotion; various pilgrimages, fasts, rituals, sermons, perusals, religious narrations to praise Him; all in an urge to get acquainted with the omnipotent God, my Vitthal, to pray him, sometimes, to fulfill my long listing lusts and surrender to him whenever the burden of sorrows on my neck, compels me to bow at His feet.
‘What is the resultant outcome?’
I unduly tried to review. I whorled around, watched eagerly for any glimpses of my devoted Vitthal, concentrated to hear any of His word of assurance and worship, awaited still to help Him pat on my back to encourage,” Stand up and proceed!” None the less, to smell the fragrance of the leaves of Tulasi, that He loves the most. Or, at least to listen the gentle broadcast from the sky,” O! My Gyana!” Or, a drop of the nectar ,from the lotus He bears in His hand, that it’s heavenly taste puts the eternal end for me to the chain of my births and deaths.
Oh! No! Nothing of its kind I was worthy enough!
And, today, while chanting the verse,
‘’ People with abundant pride added with destructive power and arrogance , lust and anger are demonic minded, who are jealous to me, extra vagrant , overwhelmed with demonic joy, do not understand me either alone or living in as a soul in all the bodies.
B. Geeta, 16 / 18
simultaneously remembered me of my father’s advice, ’not to be proud.’
Still I am hopeful and faithful to the seers, saints and scholars, saying,’ the God certainly is yours at any moment you desire to meet Him. He will be all for you, instantly; provided you fulfill the conditions that apply for His acceptance:
There is an event in the epic Mahabharata, wherein Draupadi, the devotee of Lord Krishna
was being tried to be undressed to make her nude by Dushashana, in the assembly of Pandawas and Kaurawas. Nobody was in a position to help her and protect her dignity from this evil manoeuvre . She helplessly cried and called for Lord Krishna, as ‘Govinda !’ to help her immediately. During this occasion, Lord Krishna was at His capital Dwaraka, some 2000 miles away from Hastinapur, the site of this incidence. Lord Krishna rushed immediately, with the word ‘Go….’ and reached to Hastinapur, before she completed the call ‘ ….. vinda !’
But He did not make His existence apparent and begin to help her, as He sow her saree in her tight grip of her hand to resist Dushashana in making her nude . It was only then, when she lost the grip on her saree and thereby the pride, to resist Dushashana and protect herself of her own, that Lord Krishna provided her with a saree of unaccountable length, enough to exhaust Dushashana in pulling it and he was fallen on the floor, comatose and fatigued.
Your pride is the biggest obstacle in getting the help from your devoted God.
It would certainly be a divine knowledge that trains us to overcome the pride and help us to enjoy the presence of God around us.
Self satisfaction and peace of mind can tame the pride, otherwise sins and sorrows are inevitable as the outcome of the pride. The seers and saints hate and outcast the pride, as it creates the ignorance profoundly, to blur our vision to discover the real identity of one’s own,
to announce the reason and resolution of everything in the world: ‘I am the only One.’
The pride is a big burglar to push the ball of pains in the throat of its victim and robe his treasure of pleasure away. A proud man is ashamed of any healthy surrender for a worthy cause. He is lured to be sinful, that boycotts its salvation and continuously extends the chain of his births and deaths.
Is not it a time now for us to escape from our long loving pride?
Oh! My Sisters and …..……. !
The magic verbal duo from Swami Vivekanand, ‘brothers and sisters’, that once thrilled and shook
the world’ s intellect and passion to perpetuate the notion of the noble Hindu religion,
would have been paused, in grief and shame, at the present circumstances; and then to utter only,
“Oh! My Sisters …!”
Even though an age old thorn, the sexual perversion, erupts and pricks in multi folds, the society can do nothing but mourn on those victims, to whom we call, ‘ My Sisters ….!’
Rape and rapist! Nothing strange! Stranger is all our weak memory , which conveniently forgot
the curse for our life, in our bunch of pleasure and faith in free and fast moving modernization, that the rift between genders, is so universal and natural, impossible to be drifted into a smooth plateau .
And , now, when the socialist, the politicians, the lawyers , the revolutionists, the ministers, the reforming NGO’s , all fail to proceed down along the streets of capital Delhi, to the protesters to calm them down, are crowding at the back doors of the parliament, to argue for the requirement of
a formidable law to minimize the incidences of brutal crime of rape.
But, oh! my sisters! Please do not forget this drama during an interval of a movie, that hopelessly indulges in decreasing the appetite of rapist civilization. Similar were the attempts exercised by our ancestors, worldwide, that can be traced along the pages of written history. Still we find ourselves standing on the same verge of social collapse that our fore mothers realized thousands of years ago.
Though I am not pointing towards any particular incidence of rape in any specific country, I cannot resist myself crying out for my sisters:
and all other in laws are no exception. Even a husband can’t be overlooked. Surveys reveal that
30% rape incidences are reportedly within the inmates of a family. Be alert and learn to analyze the actions , reactions, body language and the intensions focusing out from the pupils of a dormant rapist residing in your family. An otherwise silent shadow around you can turn violent at any moment.
Suspicion and detection earlier is most important. Try to avoid to be lonely with such an individual. Unveil the circumstances to your dearest girl friend. Be sure; ’prevention is better than cure’.
to dominate, even to a so called cultured human. It’s firebrand. Be cautious that, knowingly or innocently, any inflammable fluid is not being poured on such a firebrand. A nude can’t be a too mod. Dress to cover yourself fully. Mind well that the saliva is bound to dribble from the tongue of a dog at the sight of a piece of a bare bone. Please don’t be exhibitionist.
A rapist insists only on his instantaneous muscle power, which, naturally, the victim
lacks appropriately, yielding a resultant success to the rapist. The rapist has a proud
tendency to call himself the singer of the song, ‘Let there be a shower of deaths, after
a momentary enjoyment of love ( sexual)’.Therefore, do not be insecure and alone,
either at home or on the roads. Some girls may revert the physical blow on the rapist,
but it would be an exception, not to be assumed as a rule. Some kinds of protective and defensive exercises may help, but their utility is uncertain at any crucial juncture.
for the competitions of ‘beauty queen’ or ‘miss universe’. Don’t try to walk like a cat and, unnecessarily, attract the dogs to bite and bleed your honor. Do not respond repeatedly to the ill motivated glimpses of any male and invite the ugly events. Women are unduly proud of their beauty and men of their muscle strength. The result is doubtlessly clear, if they colloid and combat.
Medias like T.V., radio, wireless means like mobiles, movies, lustful magazines and unhealthy habits, to understand the necessity to cultivate a cultural mind. The responsibility of restricting
the media that decays the cultural heritage, at any personal end , but it recalls the wide spread outrage against the attitude of the media that only spoils the brain under cover of entertainment. The issue of banning the media on some provocative themes, is out of the reach of this topic, but worth recognizing its role in initiating cruel and coward tendencies among its
millions and millions of spectators.
The above list of precautions is only indicative on the line. You may identify many more if you think seriously. But, none the less, these five points may help you uprooting the
five fingers of the hand raising towards you.
Do not wait for encompassing and widening the definitions of the sexual assaults.
That’s all obligatory on the part of any government. The show will go on.
Self help is the only help for you and for those generations to follow.
We hope, any Swami Vivekanand, any time in the future, will be proud to utter the words;
“ My brothers and sisters!”
HAPPY NEW YEAR!
Today the calendar on the wall highlights 1st January. Whatever was anticipated until yesterday, vividly stud around me since early in the morning, bombarding me with the heavy, long and wide, dramatic and poetic greeting messages, obviously on telephones, for the twelve months of the new year commencing hence forth. The greetings poured on me so streamingly that I hardly enjoyed any time to answer them all. No sooner than I uttered briefly and silently on the calls, my family members reminded me:
“ Oh! It’s a tradition! Follow some etiquettes, these are the manners! “
The chair I was leaning on, offered me some assurance to sit calm and quiet for some measurable moments to recall the bunches of greetings I was wished with during all
forty odd years in the past.
The wishes, during all those years, for a happy and prosperous year for me, were unaccountable. Only the number was waxing during some years and waning during some others; but the years of my life, as I see, crawled slowly, tumbling and jumbling as usual, with all pains but a streak of pleasure, only to count the years gone by! As I could glimpse around me,
I could see in the crowd surrounding me, all my affectionate friends and loving relatives, surprisingly sailing in the same boat that I was boarded on, and, who are greeted for prosperous and happy future, thousands of times and , still, are aching due to throbbing pains and recurrent bleeding scars in the past, incurred by the blows of their day to day struggle to thrive.
Do the greetings really influence anybody’s prospects and carry on the prosperity?
Let the answer be ‘yes’ or ‘no’; in either circumstances, a question lingers in the mind, ‘why?’
I personally agree with the answer, ‘no’. These greetings can change nothing of our fate.
Those who are introvert, can realize the fact that there is almost nothing potential in the
Greetings to transform the future and fate of the concern individual; because when we try to greet for a new year, we actually greet the ‘time’ which is never an ‘old, or a ‘new.’ It is only in a language grammar, to cultivate our spoken ability to utilize tenses described as present, past and future. A day of 1st January does not carry any significant difference than the 31st December
or 2nd of January. There aren’t, necessarily, any celestial or natural changes. The difference, if any, is only the figure of the preceding number ( 31 ) and succeeding( 2 ), printed on the calender.
Our most dependable measure of a year is the number of sun rise and sun sets, where we
conveniently overlook the fact that the sun too, is in the tight grip of ‘time’, which can create
thousands and thousands of suns in the universe and disperse them into fumes and dust.
Therefore, there is no any old or new year for our world to greet among ourselves. Still we greet many more calendar occasions, at least some 10 days in a year, forward average 100 greetings per occasion, wasting of our valuable time of several hours and money in hundreds, just to award the honor to ourselves , I say, ‘ social gentleman.’ I doubt, most of us fear to be reluctant in greeting and join the euphoriant chaos to avoid the ‘asocial’ brand over our personality. And, we never forget to taunt the names of those ‘mannerless creatures’ around us who do not indulge themselves in such fruitless traditions.
Again, it is a well known trend in any treading, to paralyze the customer first and then loot
his pocket as much as possible, such greeting trends seem to be emerged from the economic
brain of the telecommunication companies , who earn millions and millions through the back
doors while the world population is jubilant at the front end over the occasion which does not harbor any special impact on personal , social or global life and is meaningless on the screen of ‘TIME.’