SCIENTIFIC life .........

well.....after all blog is a personal online journal !!!one is free to write whatever one feels like...
it was a DAY!!!!!!!!!!!! in true sense !!!!!!!
phase 1: 9:00 am
entered d lion's den ( dats my lab) at 9 o clock in the morning and started d most hated job!!!! to clean d laminar flow chamber ( its a mandatory job for any molecular biological experiments to ensure sterile environment for DNA-RNA)in a dreaded place known as "biohazard lab"!!!! then d ordeal started .....the reagents started treachery and started playing hide and seek......compelling me to almost get my head in the -20 degree refrigerator !!! (DNA and reagents are more precious than your brain !!!! after all d university pays for them not for your brain !! u block :P ) however jei ekta bijoyi haashi niye shubharambh korte jabo....emon shomoye d dreadful feline due .two friends (eh !!!!!) appeared from nowhere... " HELLO ELIZA.........we were supposed to work !!!!!" with an expected taken for granted "Sorry" from eliza.......kaaj er ogroni howar oporathe lojjito noto shire !!!!!!

phase 2 : 11:30 am
tarpor experiment er second phase ....amar ordeal er o second phase ......PCR theke tube bar korte jabo RFLP lagabo.....(PCR and RFLP = technical jargon....details if interested wikipedia ) :D abar dui manik jod(i) r punarbhibhav !!!!! " plz!!!! i wanted to use this cycler !!!! why on earth did u put up ur reaction on dis? " (mujhe sapne aane waale the ki she needed dat particular cycler today ) (:))
phase 2 cont:
RFLP lagate jabo........"eliza !!!!!! tu kitne der tak laminar me baithi rahegi ? ( as if laminar is d beach side where i m with my boy friend )maine tujhe msg kiya tha ki i ll be back after some time ? " ( airtel network never helps one even during emergency in d campus beleive it or not..... i dont know why she messeged when she was just 4 rooms away from the lab...india is shining technically after all ) :P :D

phase 3: 5:15 pm
visualization of DNA requires a technique called gel electrophoresis which uses a substance called agarose ( A relatively expensive powder). standard protocol onushare 8 khana sample load kora jaye ei hishebe e gel banate lagey !! r jodi sample kom thake
tahole
du bhage kete rakhte hoye (bachat is a good habit..it helps gals later in life .. :D)
to i required only 4 samples and forgot to SAVE!!!!!!!!! so u know...ur boss is more strict than ur husband !!! (husbands do consider eh !) i had to DEFEND my self justifying why i didn't save "agarose is expensive" (after all university is not able to manage 300 crores unspent cash )

phase 4: 6:30 pm
shamne phd entrance.....cheshta korte khoti nei......tried to concentrate for a change on d pescribed book!!!! for a change :D :P was studying in d porch...lab e firte giye dekhi...bondhoduar.....konthoswor er prayog ta bhodroshomaj er riti niti r khilaaf.....gentlemanly (gentle ladily) bell ke birokto korar dushahosh korlam......
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choturtho bar...........nah ar para galo na....."kya re mujhe koi kaam nahi hai kya tere liye darwaza khoolne ke alawa " (1. to fir ma janani..dorja ta bondho korte ke bolechhilo? 2. shamnei to boshe chhilam....bolte ki hoyechhilo....ki r kori bhogoban ke bollam...thakur eto kichhu dile mathar pechhon e ek joda chokh dite parle na eki obichar tomar doyamoye? obolar r ki chayi oi extra ek joda chok chhara? )

phase 4 (7 pm)
er pore ki r oi lion's den e thaka jaye????????????

ki r kori....ghorer kotha mone porlo...... home sweet home bole kotha....subah ka bhula shaam ko ghar aaye to bhula nahi kahte!!!!
kintu haaye re pora kopal !!!!!!
janoni kitchen e byasto tadka lagate......haye re jononir bhulo mon............lonka ta tel e diye ei shontan snehe mugdho hoye je chhute elen...lonka ke eka chhere diye....lonka ki r nijer beizzati shojjo korte pare...protihinshar agune jwole uthhlo......


10 35 pm!!!! i m still coughing with a saridon failed constant headache !!!!!


( a line of confession: dis blog has been written in order to divert the stress and sorrow... :) )

aisa kyon hota hai?

just now i came across a real life distressing situation, where everything else is perfect except..............well
ek ladka hai
ek ladki hai
dono me pyaar hai
shaadi kar ghar basane ka irada hai
sense of responsibility hai..

sab kuchh hai....

bas jo nahi hai...



woh hai ek perfectly matched kundali.............................woh 36 gun...........d real heartline of indian marriages!!!!!!!!

kyon do logon ke pyaar se badkar kuchh unrelated strangers ke common sense se banaya hua ek kagaz ki parchi zyada maine rakhti hai???????????????[:O]
kahte hain...Ram/Sita ji ki jodi me chhattis gun mile the.......but think over it twice...do u really want a married life as dat of ramji nd sita ji??????????

der r so many couples around us.....whose kundalis just do not match....[none of d kundalis matched in my family..(including dat of my parents')..][;)].....so r odr 100s of families round me ..........yet going strong every day........

are baseless 50/50 probabilities more significant in life than the real qualities of life....is that piece of paper more precious than the priceless love which is priceless blessing of god that even bade se bade bhakt ko bhi shayad har baar naseeb nahi hota hai!!!!!!!!! fir hum is priceless gem ko chod ek parchi ke pichhe kyon bhagte hain....even in d 21st century when we actually land up on Saturn and plan a visit to Uranus, when we have questioned d existence of a planet......why do we fool ourselves? trust me it is d educated class who believes (blindly) to all dis and present themselves as buffoons of the society.

(P.s excuse the harsh language...but...not intended to hurt anyone's sentiment...but it's a outburst of a plea for reasonable behaviour)

Donkey Lessons

today evening i had a lesson...i learnt it from two individuals who are otherwise considered to be d king of idiocy and imprudentness. Yes, i learnt it from two young adoloscent, teenage DONKEYS.
i was waiting at the range hills corner signal in an unusally rushy afternoon in the city while returning home from university, after a very hectic day. while some 10 meters from the signal i found the green arrow, even after riding at full speed [within practical limit in a busy city road of pune], the inevitable could not be avoided. the red signal flashed with highest splendour. with a droopy beyakoob haashi i tried to be economic and sensible [turned off the ignition].
then my short but intensified lesson had just begun.
the road perpendicular to that of mine, was having green signal where a group of 15 donkeys [approx.]who were crossing road along with other anthropogenic, motorised symbol of developement,counterparts; santro, tata, maruty, chevrolet, scooty, bajaj, hero honda ....the list goes on. however after some time as the schedule goes they were succumed to yellow light, but................there were two young adoloscent teenge rebel donekys who were too engrossed to cross the road with their elderly leaders, they appeared bit clumsy [just like any other teenager] [:P][:D] the moment they dared to step on the stripes of their distant cousin, i mean zebra crossing, the signal went angry and turned red.
they stepped back [much to the annoyance of a hot looking biker] the line and waited patiently and the motor line had to follow with equal patience..........for they could not disobey the traffic rule any more.

fortunately by this time signal goddess had daya on me and smiled with a green grin. i zoomed off with a lovely lesson taught by two mutes, apparently sarcastic but certainly effective.
so plz plz do not disobey the traffic rules, they have been formulated for the safeguard of our precious life which the almighty gifts us just onece...in the lifetime. [:)][:D]
after all ...gadhe ko bhi pata hai...................

reality vs virtuality

yesterday i had typed some words in the blog which when revised in the morning simply made no sense. wat a change just within a night's sleep.
yet blog site is a simple online journal. the whole world is sharing ur emotions. ur life is an open book.
a majority of individuals around me actually dislikes the idea of opening and sharing ur emotions and ideas across the globe with virtual; people.....but halt.....are these people really virtual? are they animated? just because there is a wide gap in terms of distance......just because u have not met ..does it mean dat de r really non existent like scooby doo or tom and jerry or cindrealla/show white/red rose?????? is it a real difficult to live the world with "no man is strange no land foreign" philosophy? plz dont misunderstand this with socialist point of view....m emphasising just on a universal brotherhood and friendship.
but are virtual online people around u really virtual???????

chhera paata

kichhu likhte ichhe korchhe...kintu precisely ki likhbo bhebe uthhte parchhi na. cafeteria r moto obostha ekhon. koto kichhu lekhar achhe, koto feelings share korar achhe, kintu bull's eye hit korte parchhi koi? hoyeto etao ekta protibha r kolonko.protibha jokhon bikashito hoye, tokhon ekta chamok er bishoye hoye kintu bikasher chorom shimaye hoyeto protibha ektu mostishke r golojog hoye pore jake amra shadharanoto pagol bole thaki. after all there is a thin line between eccentricity and genius. einstein ke keu genius bole , keu shojjo korte pare na, keu take chhelebelaye pagol, opodartho o bolechhe. pagl proffessor der kotha to shobai jani amara.
amader modhye koyekjon er hoyeto shuobhaggo hoyechhe ei rokom dwimukhi personalities der shannidhye ashar..... kintu proshno hochhe ei rokom dwimukhi r karon ta ki? why there is just a thin line instead of a big gap?
ek prante e nabo chintadharar shrot arek prante nimno proyojoniyo tao koshktokor...amra boli..pagole ki na bole..kintu boli ki je kono scientist kina bole....keu bolbe ki abdul kalam ki na bole!!!!! hargobind khorana ki na bole...fransic crick ki na bole

oboshyo amar ei post tai otirikto rokom er ekta joga khichuri.....karon chhotobelate mone hoto ami hoyeto kono din buddhijibi der modhye gonno hobo...kintu joto cheshta korchhi mone hochhe insanity r kalo chhaya akromon korchhe. amar shadharon gyaan budhhi bichar bibechona r shokti kome jachhe.....din raat koyekta boigyanic paribhashik shobojaal e nijeke aabodhho kore raakhchhi.....etai ki "genius" kimba budhhijibi der dalbhukto howar prothom odhyaye?
ei ki jibon jekhane jiboner shundor muhurto gulo chemicals, UV, molecules, laminar....er bodhho ghore shesh kore dewa? na baire eshe mukto batashe shwasti r nishwas niye dukkher dirghoshwas fela jar shathe shara din er klanti dur hoye jaye...jiboner dukkho muchhe jaye. jibon shorot kaaler aakasher moto swachho hoye jaye. nishkalush nil!!!!!!!

jani ei post ta jotheshto insane type er lekha. hoyeto blog site is an onlien journal in true sense where one just POURs out. etao hoyeto jiboner kaalo megher porisranto roop laghob korar obishranto dhara r bari borshon er moto ekta koshto laghob korar bostu. just a mean to destress urself.
ei post tar duto objective:

1.etake personal diary r ekta chhera paata hishebe pathok der kachhe gonno hole badhito hobo.
2. eta bangla chorcha r aanshik procheshta. koto dur safal jani na. beshi aasha rakhi na.

X XY vs XX nd XY.....

someone plz tell me
"wat is love?"
is it just liking someones company?
or just passing time with a particular individual?
is not der a difference between love nd lust?
well readers .....u plz decide......u plz define d term d way u intend ...................
but plz............
why do we hate soooooooo much.......why der is an equal balance between love and hate?
i am referring to a recent case of murder of a young lad by a "lady" who happened to be his ex beloved [aided by her current beau ........]

if u had loved someone how could u kill him/her? won't ur hands shiver when u ll be offering d "chalice of death"? i mean why d passion of hatred is stronger dan love? if u r not happy...just can't stand ur ex ...it's perfectly alright....leave him/her....dump im/her.........but why on earth end his life???????
if u r not happy....u can't make him/her happy.....who has given u d ryt to make him/her unhappy?
(s)he might be blessed with a better person than u...(s)he might be made for another person.....who r u to interfere?????????

those were the days.....as we come across in d famous story of the lady or the tiger......where d behaviour of the princess is perfectly understood that if i can't have my love no one else cant have him (her) either......
but dis is a completely different scenario....i can't stand him (her) ...i have a better partner...still........i cant stand him (her) breathing...forget being happy...[:P]

is dis d way towards stability of life? u cant stand...u dump...and den u kill to end the traces of the story......
i don't know whether it is a new era budding out or the Malthus theory is coming to act and this is just a preface........

whatever it is...m too negligible to analyse but..........i find it scary....do u too??

a heartfelt observation

achha kya koi bata sakta hai hum humesha logon ko khush kyon karna chahte hai?
it starts ryt from ur parents to siblings to friends to relatives to spouse to kids..and of cors society...........but why????[:O]

most of us care for few ppl around him.............some youths just care for their respective boy/girlfriends....[better known as LOVE] [:)] there r few
individuals who do not know d meaning of siblings and still single..for them parents hold d key..........they live for them......

but how many of them actualy live upto the parents expectation? if not all most of them face a common problem.....better say a common phenomenon....perfection freak parents...parents of 'single kid' want der kid to be perfect one.......but why do they forget ......dat it's d rule of nature dat no one is perfect and to err is human...why cant de accept their 'now imperfect' once bundle of joy the way he is.......unconditionally............is d kid a display item in a dept store!!!!!

what would the poor kid do to satisfy his 'all time expecting parents'!!!!!
run away?
elop?
comit suicide?
indulge into addictions?
get into criminal company?
go for a reckless anti social life?
so that the parents understand the real meaning of a 'bad' kind who is actually a headache........
but why dis kids bother so much that de have to always find a smile on their parents face who i doubt even if they deserve such unconditional care in return of constant nagging for perfecton and ever soaring expectation level..........[parents forum plz dont get me wrong]

well let the god help these modern dat one sided shravan kumars from their parents who r blind from d rat race and cant accept their kids unconditionally with their lil imperfections........

P.S.
1. excuse my rudeness
2 i m talking about dos exceptional parents of single kids [ no survey has been conducted on d topic to my knowledge..so i dont know whether perfection freak parents are more or loving parents are more]
3. nothing intended personal
4. once again parents forum plz dont get me wrong....
5. dis is about d REAL unfortunates ones.....if u can just provide ur care and support....de r around ur corners....aas paas hi hai...u just need to care bas......


thnx for patience [if u have read it]
an observer who feels...

Hanso..........magar pyaar se........

Geeta [shrimadbhagwatgeeta], the bible of hinduism, says
koi kisi ka nahi................
akele aaye ho
akele jana parega.................


then why on earth do we long for friends/companions/family?
anthropologists and natural biologists provided a simple explanation......because man is a social animal......he just cannot stay aloof, cannot just run away after fulfilling his basic instincts.
evolutionists say, this is wat puts man in a different strata in the animal kingdom.
a human being's life is not just a compilation of basic biological instincts of hunger, thirst, sex, childbirth and fighting environmental odds......but a lot more to it.
anthropologists say......we are in the phase of cultural evolution.
anyways, in a nutshell we cannot stay aloof from the society. we are unable to lead a solitary life [unless you want to become a himalayan hermit]. we hate to live isolated. hence the formation of society.
society .........the key word in our existence..........thousands and thousands of individual just like us, just a bit different co exist......
yet we long for that special member from the society..............who makes us smile,supports us in crisis, guides when we need it the most,.........in a nutshell
we are comfortable with that individual and as a thumb rule, vice verse.
some call him/her, a friend, some prefer....boy/girl friend, some use the term fiancee', some say husband/wife, some go for brother/sister, some like parents, some grandparents, some call them teachers..............anthropogenic relations.
we feel comfortable, make the bonds, long to prolong the bond..........bas.....we start naming the bond as we wish ..............................father/mother/brother/sister/husband/wife/friend...............................list goes on.................
we fell so comfortable in the set up.......that we shiver just at the mere mention of disruption of the system. we just cannot even stand the thought of separation from the though anthropogenic relations..............the reason we are scared of death...................................we just can't even imagine in our wildest of dreams of replacement of any of these relations..........................


but


do you really feel replacement of any relation is impossible?impractical?irrational?foolish?

i have a dilemma................
is survival more important or comfort more important?
isn't it that out survival is independent? isn't our birth an independent event? [w.r.t social factor]
so why do we feel so low, why do we ruin our own precious life; which is the lifetime gift, in true sense !!!!!!! why do we ruin the present to the dark shadow of past? why don't we hug the future more bravely with an anticipation that...every dark cloud has a silver lining?
why some of us just succumb under the black shadow and become slave of drugs/alcohols and ruin their "anmol"[priceless] life..............!!!!!!

personally i really believe in replacement theory
after all this is one easy way to hope that keeps the strength of survival alive.....

every relationship can be replaced.......................in the original's absence

friends......c'mon
i need not site examples...at some point in our course of life if not now and then.....we all must have faced this.....we lose Friends owing to various causes/events.....we feel helpless, hapless, lost,......and the list of sorrowful adjectives goes on............................
still after some time ...for most of us......we do get some replacement...[i do not quantify it and measure the degree of replacement....i believe in all or none theory, in simpler words, yes/no type thing........after all don't u feel something is better than nothing?]

replacement of beloved!!!
i understand...................the lesser fortunate........i have full sympathy.....but yet....................there are examples.....by examples i do not mean filmy story lines or writers' and poets' brilliant idealistic ideas.............
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just go..... in the society.......
u ll find how truly, how honestly works the theory of replacement.

u do get a support once again
u get your life partner once more
u get your kid once more
u get your sibling once more
u get even your parent....sometimes even your grandparent....once again in your life..............blood does not create a barrier........

trust me
might sound rude, impolite, unemotional, extremely mechanical......or Utopian to some........but u do find them and they are not the blue moons..........they are like you and me....another similar individual with a lil bit of differences...........yet so much like us................
don't u feel they deserve an applause for the bravery they display for survival!!!!!
when we are made like that.....that our emotion is the ultimate driving instinct....don't you think these "replacements" [an impudent word] really deserve the universal social support?
don't u think a second fiddle is a harsher term??????????
why do we look down to a second marriage?
why do we pity an adopted child and the non sanguinal parents?
why a cousin cannot be a sibling?
why cannot we accept such simple things........after all it's out nature, our environment which does not allow any vacuum............so why cannot human nature acept it?

being an individual...why cannot we respect others individuality?
who are we to call things unnatural, impossible, infeasible, impragmatic..........
if they were so...then where do these instances come from????
c'mon.....how an unnatural thing be allowed to exist in the natural world!!!!!!!!!
just because we do not have an explanation.....doest it mean we simply discard them


does truth depend on the acceptance or denial?
truth is truth........................


hai koi jawab?
"koi uttar nahi
saari dishaye chup rahi
saari dishyen maun!!!!"

DD = Dilon ki Dhadkan........karroron ki..........

"jungle jungle bat chali .."
" ek titli..anek titliyaan...."
"chandrakanta ki kahani..."

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kuchh yada aata hai???
does somethning ring to your ears?
those were the days of mid 80s and early 90s in a typical indian middle class family....which had a major role in uniting india as one...unlike today's when raj thackrey openly announced to sweep out the north indians from a western indian state in the Republic of India....[isn't it funny??????????]

the entire india had a single channel...DD national......of course few years later an entertaintment channel..DD metro [ more famous as 2nd channel..] was born.

still who can forget a typical sunday morning.......
the day used to start with RANGOLI .....a colourful bouquet of vintage bollywod songs which could shake your legs or make you fly to the world of fantasies..or take you to the garden..and take our parental generation to their days and nostalgia....so a good beginning of a sunday..........

then the active part used to start...from chandrakanta to jungle book....and of course the great epics..ramayana and mahabharata.......
i still have the vague memories of "SOONSAAN" lanes and roads on a sunday morning {9 to 11] .............owing to the "PUNYAARJAN" from listening to mahabharat ki katha........in fact some ignorant portion of population was thankfull to DD for the enlightment that 'mahabharata' was written by none other than ramananda sagar...................[:P]

then there used to be an afternoon regional feature movie.i doubt if any family had ever missed it [the language hardly mattered.....what an idea of uniting india.........]

then the very informative surabhi......
the story of brave lady..rajani......
i cannot recollect much on sundays....but i can just manage some vague memories of other evenings....monday ....there used be a serial on a lady police officer [in fact i had the impression that...the actress was the real kiran bedi....][:D]
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of course not to forget chitrahar and super hit muqabla, alif laila.............
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as son as DD metro was born....the indian population got the taste of comedy.....
tu tu main main
jane bhi do paro
dekh bhai dekh


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the best thing was the original AAJ TAK................
which actually used to relay the news of the entire day within an hour....people get to know what has already happened, already taken place throughout the day..........unlike todays when news are made in the newsroom................

the best portion were the short and simple [like the mindset of indian population back then] advertisements........
humara bajaj
kya swad hai zindagi mein
surobhito antiseptic cream borolin
yeh hai right choice baby aah haa [pepsi]

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real beutiful people used to advertise the products.....commercialization of beauty had not taken place back then.....people knew models by name....sangeeta bijlani, aishwarya [lakme girl].............unlike today's .....when u pick up just any [prefferably anorexic] female and make her endorse the product
[marketing executives/budding ad gurus please dont take it to heart ] [:P]

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then those patriotic songs....
mile sur mera tumhara
hum bharat ke santan
aaj ghar ghar mein deepak jalayein
chanda ek suraj ek tare anek..ek titli anek titliyaan.........

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doordarshan had played a real role in uniting the INDIA
every individual from every corner, every socioeconomic strata [ at least the majority] had the acess to a singular factor of entertainment which is actually an influencing factor of indian life throughout the ages. [court jesters...=..entertainer..=..royal advisers]

i m not against the satellite entertainment and the diversity it provides.
my objective is that why cannot television play a major role like dat of DD some years ago?
when raj thackerey is eager to sweep out the north indians from the western part of maharashtra...dont we need DD once again which will fol this political craziness?
we need 'DD' to spread the message of unity once again.......................
to spread the sense of indianness.............................................
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hey TV devta
kuchh to karo ki zindagi mein woh mithhas waale din fir se laut aaye...........once more we need
kya swaad hai zindagi mein..........

mile sur mera tumhara.............

essential or a luxery or a commodity???????????????

vision india 2020.................
when we r supposed to be one of the developed nations..........
we are fast pacing towards it to the delight of the economists, policy makers, polititians, corporate world........................BUT where does our favourite common man[woman]stands????????????????

when we can develop ourselves sooooooo much then why can't we provide the basic neccesity to R K Laxman's eternal representative of indian middle class "COMMON MAN"?

case 1:
shri X Y
runs a 'paan' shop besides a very busy road in new delhi ...........UNFORTUNATELY he mets with a serious accident which crushes his pelvic girdle............[and his stamina too].........he is taken to the nearest hospital which is supposed to be a PRIVATE" hospital...............where he is charged
rs 100 for a blood test, rs 5000 for some medicine, rs 70000 for d surgery............
result:
as soon as his consciousness returns..........he almost runs away from the care with d nemesis of paying bills, leaving his care INCOMPLETE..................
he learns that, govt PHC s provide free care to poor...

TODAY: he still runs from one window to other as per the instructions given by the staffs/nurses/doctors in the govt hospitals with a stout bamboo stick [or stem???????]......sole support of life with a progressive "healed to be, naturally" !!!!!!!!!!!

friends and well wishers suggest:
go for charitable hospitals because.............those hospitals have had acquired lands from the govt of india with a deal that 1/3 of the beds and 40% OT facilty would be reserved for the REAL poor patients for FREEEE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

reality:
1. private so called "charitable" hospitals do not allow addmission of poor patients who seek treatment for free
2. somehow cheat helpless and hapless patients and their relatives by blackmail and imposing anthropogenic medical emergency......where even "chanakya" would have signed without thinking much.............


case 2:
remote chattisgardh
poor and simpleton villagers
11 o'clock in the morning.........
husband works in the field with a good wife who helps him ..............
their little kid of 3 years..........
having high temperature for last 24 hours acompanied with severe diarrhoea [ parents do not recognise it as diarrhoea]............waiting at the local PHC for one and half hour for the doctor "angel".............
the board outside the PHC says
'dawakhana khula rahne ka samaye:
subah:8 se 12
shaam: 2 se 4'
below it
in 'conditions apply' sized script: 24 ghante apaatkaalin suvidhayen upalabdh

2:30
the angel arrives...............
'arrey aaj late ho gayi...har roj to aati hun na!!!!!!!!!!!!!'

case 3:
durg:
woman of 35/36 years of age.....[yea rural women do cross their evergreen age of 16 when they have walked on the earth only for 8 years]
having cough for past 2 months........
has come to PHC just to discover that
doctor will NOT be available throughout the day
because
it is a HOLIDAY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
'ab kya karogi tum?'
'dr PQ ke paas jaungi"
'mufat dawa dete hai?"
"nahin sahab...bachon ke liye 25 rupaye...hum jaise bado n ke liye 30/35 rupaye.....dawai to hum medical se lete hai hai.....'
'paise kaha se laate ho?'
'kabhi doctor sahab se udhar mangte hai, kabhi medical se, kabhi parosiyon se aur kabhi jahan hum kaam karte hai...kya karen sahab, paise se zindagi bahut bari hai..kaam karne ke layak nahin rahenge to kaise chalega? '
'dr PQ ka dawakhana kitna dur hai?'
'ji shahar mein.....400 rupaye rickshaw leta hai...aane jane main 800.......'
'unki dawai yaan kaam karti hai?'
'han ji bahut achchhi hai injection bhi lagwate hai'

case 4:
remote jharkhand
vaccine carying vans used for private picnic vehicles for the PHC staff......
"arrey kya karen....log injection lagane nahin aaten hai to hum kya karen...inhe sui se bara dar hai"
so why to waste the commodity......after all safed laxmiji ko thhokar kyon mare?????

case 5:
mumbai...the city
a well to do family
mr AB
his mother 45 years old complaining a painful right knee joint diagnosed as degenerating patella requiring a replacement surgery
30minutes before the surgery............the orthopedics rushes to mr AB
'dekhiye humain abhi abhi pata chala hai ki unke left ghutne mein bhi problem hai...aap jaldi operation ke liye consent de dijiye.....70000 rs consetion milenge....dono surgery eksaath kiye to'

is our health something like 599/- mein ek shirt ke badle sirf 399/- rupaye me paaiye do shirt!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
pure 200 rupaye ki bachat!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!jaldi kijiye..offer chhut na jaye.......sirf 24 february tak
jaldi.......................

is this the analogy???????????????????????????????????????????

where does the common man goes?
why does the government turns blind eye and a deaf ear to peoples plight and sufferings when perhaps the second most basic neccesity is NOT taken care off.......just famines are no more today....we are free from mortality owing to malnourishment.....the duty and responsibility of government ends there??? still mesmerized with a 45 years old sucess story????????
on the other hand
the evergrowing well nourished private sector is as usual looking for their economic growth........
100 for a blood test....150 for the visit fees......70000 - 700000/- for varying degrees of surgeries...............

profit profit everywhere
not a single ray of love..................

• india is the 5th lowest spending country in public health sector [i.e. wellbeing of common man] just succeded by pakistan, sudan, cambodia and an underdeveloped country with initials B [ cant recollect the name]
• in india infant mortality is still a shamefull 48 per 1000 as compared to just 18 in srilanka who doest not boast to become a developed nation by 2020.....
• in india, 82% of medical/health care is privatised as compared to just 4%in ALREADY developed nation, UK
• in india, 2.2% of population goes below poverty line EVERY YEAR owing to medical nd health care , which compell them to sell/mortgage/loan their assets/lumpsum amount

when a nation is capable of spending so much on defence/sponcer CRICKET shows/ spend crores on melodramatic bollywood songs nd dances nd eternal story line/puts up pompous displays on republic day celebrations...................................

is it really impossible to spend some for the common man?????????

is it really difficult to bring smile on the lips of common man?

or he is the "raamgarurer chhana...haashte tader maana....haashir kotha shunle pore .....bole haashbo na na na na....." PERSONIFIED??????????????

cant the govt and private sector both work in unison and make this little dream come true? or common man is born just for casting votes and feeding the corporate's never ending hunger?

can't the private sector be bit generous and resist their gorging habit and consider the common man's critical paying capacity? why exceed his critical point of expenditure on essentials?after all health of a common man is not a luxery comodity , it is not a spa.........

so please ..............those whoever reads this blog thanks for the patience...........but please plase do spare some of your invaluable time for the eternal MUTE common man and raise your voice against the anthropogenic crisis....trust me it is not tough......just a bit more of humanity...a touch of concern....few seconds thought for the mass is required...........rest i.e. the sense of justice will come up on its own.......

can't we speak up for our mute common man.....just as when we speak up and stand by our mute/helpless/hapless friends in crisis?????????

let's not treat health as just another new commdity like fiama di wills or olay antiaging cream and apply the same marketting strategies.....health is not ALWAYS the gateway to profit..it is not a commodity ...

is it really very difficult for a nation whose economy is growing even faster than the growth of e.coli bacteria, to make the much awaited dream of "HEALTH FOR ALL" come true?????where all means all and not only on paper but on field too.......if we can build flyovers/host common wealth games/be the IT/BT hub, aspire to preside over the UN, aspire a permanant membership in the secutiy council.............this basic goal is ACHIEVABLE...............

hope the silver lining of the ebonite cloud broaden up.....FAST

and

'hum honge kaamyab ekdin ' thoda jaldi ho instead of "nishidin bharosha rakhish hobei hobe"

neways

actually the real life case stories are all true, not a single peice is exagerrated for the sake of making it spicy

the so called harsh comments [if any] are purely unintentional and does not hold any grudge against any person/group/sector

it is just a plea and effort to make our world a better place to live

LIVE & LET LIVE

hridaye amar nachere aajke mayurer moto nachere....................

this Christmas i had the opportunity to enjoy a glimpse of rural Bengal. honest confession is that i have never had any idea how does a "Bengali" village look like........

plz don't think i m exaggerating even a bit...............a typical bong village is real picturesque

charo taraf hariyali hi hariyali hai............lahlahate khet, khalihan.........chirping birds, innocent villagers.

i have never seen such a ' jattha' of birds ............shalik, charui, tuntuni............all sorts of domestic birds who feed on the grains. the red 'kachchi' paths were used more by the stray cattle and goats than human beings in contrast to the city scenario where little kids hardly knows how a real life cow or a goat looks like!!!!!!!!!!!!! of course we city folk got bit annoyed when interfered with their snail pace while we longed for jet speed on the village pathways [ which once upon a time must have been pitched roads but now,.............ahem no comments][:P]
the place we were destined for was a local 'bagan barri' besides a local river [ geographically a natural canal] [:)]yet...............the forest [ of course plz don't consider sunder vans...........]that got its genesis from the river [ water body to be on the safer side] is capable to make you realise the ultimate truth ..............there is nothing more beautiful than the nature and her instrinct gorgeous looks.

• just close your eyes



• imagine



• if you are unable, still try



• there is a river with crystal clear water gushing with a mighty lioness's roar, swashing on the stones beneath, sweeping away all the dirt of city life.............rejuvenating your soul once again



• there is greenery every where............green green everywhere....................with typical sub tropical and tropical vegetation of mango, banyan, tamarind, mahogany, palm, coconut, beetle nut, banana..................with paddy fields alternating with mustard, cauliflower and marigold in the far horizon................where the sky kisses the earth.



• the bottle green grasses tingling your bare feet



• natural music of unknown birds



• humble huts at the far streched lands with climbers of bottleguard and pumkin adding to their humble and simple beauty



• genuine smiling faces of villagers staring at you without any ill thoughts but just out of pure innocent curiosity....................................."how does city folk look like"



• soft music reaching your ears from unknown source



• your olfactories enjoying unknown fragrance ............from far off sources you do not know.........perhaps will never know...............

what else do you need to feel a primary heaven ?

with a more pragmatic analogy...............roti, kapda makan.............man's primary needs

above listed criterions..............basic/primary tools for a heaven on the earth.......

the tranquility and the peace that come along, as a package deal...................i doubt even bil gates or j k rowling would ever afford............

poor man's heaven is supposed to be an esily available commodity, i guess the reason the almighty took pity and added the artist finishing touch to the landscape

no doubt tagore wrote...............

'graam chhara ei raanga maatir poth..............amar mon bholaye re................'

as far as personal experience is concerned...............the bengali villages can make the most pragmatic mindsets [like me] to a romantic soul [at least for the duration you stay there]

literally

hriday amar nachere aajike

moyurer moto nache re..................

[thnx for having patience ][:D]

christmas 2007

visited ishapore after a long span...................had left d place in 1997, sept.......................visited in december, 2007 !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
in local tongue, it is pronounced as ichhapur, ichha = wishes, perhaps ichhapur fulfills every mind's wishes
there is an old shiva temple on the bank of river ganges; where hundreds of devotee display their devotion to the deity on every shiv ratry night........................and the generous lord shiva of ichhapur perhaps fulfills every wishes.
literally ichhapur!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
visiting strand road, mandal ghat, relishing phoochka of mandal ghat and jhal murri of bondhu at palta ghat ...................old memories came alive once again after ten odd years on the same bank of river.
still one can find pious souls taking dip in the river after sunset, even on the coldest winter afternoons in contrast to rapid development fever which has not left ichhapur!!!!!!!!!
the eternal peaceful void of strand road and the ghats is lost for ever, the beauty of 'pori bari' is on the verge of anihilation, concrete jungle has started mushrooming, smoke is playing its role in blanketing the blue sky..........................................................................
YET................................................................................................................
the birds chirp, sun rises red, sets in the clouds on the other bank of the river leaving a golden memory of the day, the stars twinkle all night with full sparkle, the moon still smiles with those lil dark dimples.....................................the mango, banyan, tamarind, gulmohur,mahogany....................are still standing tall guarding the spirit of ichhapur.........................
i realy do not know whether the 'khula aasman' is REALLY lost or just that i have grown up..............my little steps are no more................the innocence of childhood is being entangled in the rat race of adulthood and on the verge of extinction [??????????????????]
the roads used to look sooooooooooo vast.................now it's no more like that....................

god knows whether ichhapur has changed or i have changed................
but whatever is the case...time is really the mightiest....................................yet those fond memories will forever be there to cherish...in fact some of them i could revive and rejuvinate..............with my friends...........at least my friends are still that same............what else could i ask from the deity of ichhapur who had fulfilled my 'ichha' ..........my wish really came true when i watched the golden sunset after ten odd years with rippling water of the river ganga.........

let the almighty fulfill everyones' wishes
let ichhapur liven upto its name
love u
ICHHAPUR
[ishapore.............international spelling] [:)]