tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-43128059317484497942024-03-14T11:12:00.233-07:00TheCreativeRebelAnonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06657428712619058074noreply@blogger.comBlogger83125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4312805931748449794.post-3465577683686247982018-09-01T02:58:00.000-07:002018-09-01T03:01:46.539-07:00Travel Blog- SANDAKHPU TREK<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
“WHY EVERYONE MUST TREK TO HIMALAYAS AT LEAST ONCE IN A LIFETIME?”<br />
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Sitting at one place for a year, day in and day out is a boring job which is what I practically did for most of 2017 while preparing for my post graduate entrance exam. So, once the exams were done and dusted, I along with 4 of my college friends decided to do something thrilling to push ourselves out of the comfort zone, physically and mentally and we could come up with nothing better than to trek in the mighty abode of snow- the Himalayas. Since our exams finished in January, the only possible winter trek available to us was Sandakhpu, near Darjeeling along the Indo-Nepal border.<br />
To acclimatize for the trek, we went to Darjeeling a couple of days earlier and to get our adrenaline racing we did river rafting in the freezing cold waters of Testa river. The starting point of our 7 day trek was a tiny village named Jaubhari which is two hours’ drive from Darjeeling at an altitude of 6400 feet. From Jaubhari we trekked 40 km in 4 days to reach the highest point of our trek, a village named Sandakhpu which could be best described as a dream castle floating above clouds at an altitude of 12000 feet above sea level. The road to Sandakhpu which passes along the periphery of Singalila national park, home to the elusive red panda and the exquisite rhododendrons, is a smorgasbord of landscapes we learnt in our geography textbooks. We would walk through the rough rocky terrains, dusty roads, steep slopes, through fluffy clouds and tread on fresh morning frost along the way, sometimes with our right foot in India and left foot in Nepal. The thing which kept us going was the spellbinding sight of the snowline of Kanchenjunga in the foreground which resembles the image of a giant sleeping Buddha (as can be appreciated in one of the photos). The unique feature of this trek which attracts trekkers from all corners of the world is that it is the only trek from where you can see 4 of the 5 tallest mountain peaks in the world- Mount Everest, Kanchenjunga, Lhotse and Makalu.<br />
The difficulty level of the trek is rated as moderate but with temperatures dropping sub zero, nights could be very cold. However, our trekking organization, Indiahikes ensured that we stayed sufficiently warm in the quaint tea houses which served as our resting places for the night. Often, after our day’s trek we would huddle up in these tea houses, sipping hot cup of soup and listen with rapt attention to stories of mountains and trekking expeditions narrated by our trek leader or play a game of Antakshari or listen to Nepali songs from our guides while steaming hot rice with dal and sabji were being prepared in the kitchen. The best experience however was on the night when we had to stay outside in the tents. We were taught how to erect a tent and we had a session of stargazing outside our tents and woke up in the morning to the most beautiful sunrise above clouds with sunrays painting a magical golden hue on Kanchenjunga.<br />
One of the things which fascinated me about the people living in this part of the world is the minimalist lifestyle and the attitude of gratitude which they seemed to have been blessed with. And the interesting part of the trek was to have such locals as your guides. Our guides, Mr. Ajay and Vijay were simple, soft spoken men who would often softly sing a prayer each time they caught a glimpse of Kanchenjunga, India’s highest mountain peak, during our trek."Kanchenjunga is the real breadwinner for us", Mr. Ajay told me once when I was observing him chanting a mantra looking at the mighty mountain. He was merely stating the obvious but it was something which we as city dwellers hardly give a thought to. Do we think of our work, our job, our source of livelihood with as much respect as these local guides do for their forests and mountains? An image of a diminutive 5 feet 4 inches tall man from Mumbai bowing down to the 22 yards strip of red clay on the day of his retirement at Wankhede stadium came rushing to my mind. It is not hard to surmise why people with gratitude tend to be the ones most successful.<br />
As I continued the trek, I realized how we crib and cry over innocuous, insignificant things, making much ado about nothing whereas the people here in the mountains were just happy if they could see a glowing Kanchenjunga in the morning from their windows for it meant the weather gods were happy.<br />
I strongly reckon this has got something to do with how shut off these people are from rest of the world. I was so glad to have found that the Airtel 4G girl was a liar. To be honest, I would want the 4G girl to remain a liar. I want the Himalayas to stay this way. Let them not be bothered by whatever shit humans are doing sitting on a toilet sit and typing frantically, "We will not let Padmavati release in theatres" in the comments section of a random social networking site. Digital detoxification is the need of the hour which is why I would urge people to embrace the mountains and happily get disconnected from the noisy world around us and get in touch with the sound of their own hearts beating with joy with each footstep closer to the summit.<br />
Trekking at such high altitudes needs strong lungs, stronger will power, discipline, team effort and balance. A small mistake and it can prove fatal."Mountains don't give you a second chance", our trek leader Mr. Vikas, one of the nicest guys I met on the trek, said on the first night of our trek. This line stayed with me throughout the trek. In many ways, along the trek, at various points, I realized mountain was just a metaphor for life. If you look at it, we are always walking on the edge of the cliff, physically or metaphorically. The question is do you peep down in the valley and see death staring at you and get frightened or do you look up and see the giant mountains beckoning you to summit them. The choice is always ours.<br />
There are challenges during the high altitude trek but then there is an opportunity to outgrow them as an individual and as a group. Each trekker has a different pace and while some might reach the summit earlier, the trek leaders and guides ensure that everyone makes it to the top. I think there is a wonderful leadership and life lesson to be learnt in this.<br />
While I have tried my best to provide some insight into this beautiful trek, no number of adjectives can do justice to the feeling you get on completing a high altitude Himalayan trek because-<br />
Once you surrender yourself to the Himalayas;<br />
Once you have seen the radiant sunrays painting magic on the snowy canvas of Himalayas;<br />
Once you have imbibed this minimalist lifestyle;<br />
It will be hard for you to not realize that there is so much to life than the mad rat race for marks, ranks, positions and riches.<br />
When I left the city to go to the mountains, I thought about the people there and how they have nothing.<br />
When I met them, I got to know they had everything that I ever needed.<br />
Perhaps Gandhi ji was spot on when he said, “The world has enough for everyone's need, but not enough for everyone's greed”.<br />
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-<span style="white-space: pre;"> </span>Dr.Devashish Palkar<br />
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(Photographs attacheded with(out) permission from Shail Shah's camera. )<br />
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06657428712619058074noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4312805931748449794.post-22479285653959511182018-07-21T08:02:00.003-07:002018-07-21T08:02:47.470-07:00"HOME CALLING.. "<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
"HOME CALLING..."<br />
<br />
"Sir, it's been 45 days.. I want to go back home!", Mr. Jayesh asked Dr. Rahul with tears rolling down his face.<br />
"Oh. Very soon..", Dr. Rahul replied without making an eye contact.<br />
ETEC- I/M,<br />
a shorthand for Eye to Eye contact- initiated and maintained,<br />
Dr. Rahul had written in the mental status examination of Mr. Jayesh, a couple of hours ago; a clear sign suggestive of improvement in patient's mental condition.<br />
Mr. Jayesh used to work at a bookshop 3 years ago when was diagnosed with Schizophrenia.<br />
Like a random bullet being fired from the gun of terrorist in a crowded space, the bullet of Schizophrenia had hit him. There was no answer to why only me? Even the terrorist had no idea who he was shooting. Worse still, we are yet to confirm which terrorist organization fires the bullet of Schizophrenia.<br />
This was the second time Mr. Jayesh had been admitted in Psychiatry ward after his Schizophrenia worsened on medication. He had again started hearing voices of unknown males wanting to harm him and kill him which had caused him much distress. He was diagnosed as a case of resistant Schizophrenia this time and was given 9 ECTs after which he was stabilized on Clozapine.<br />
"When will I get to go home?", Mr. Jayesh asked again.<br />
This was a question which often dreaded Dr. Rahul for there was no clear answer to the question when a psychiatric patient would be allowed to go back home.<br />
The only way to respond to this question as Dr. Rahul had learnt was to ask another unrelated question.<br />
"Are you still hearing the voices?", Dr. Rahul asked coldly.<br />
"Well, I think the voice from inside is stronger this time.." Mr. Jayesh replied.<br />
"Wait. Have the hallucinations changed? Shit.." Dr. Rahul asked finally establishing an eye to eye contact.<br />
A wry smile played on the lips of Mr. Jayesh.<br />
"Don't worry, doc. It's not hallucination. It's the voice from within. The voice which exists inside all of us but which gets muffled by the noise outside us..."<br />
"And what does that voice say?", Dr. Rahul asked curiously.<br />
"Well, it says different things at different times. But usually it's always right.. Right now it is asking me to go back home.."<br />
Home. The place which Dr. Rahul had not been to for 1 and half months now after coming to Mumbai for his residency. It had been a tough decision to leave home for a better institute 400 km away. But he was sure this was a decision which would pay off well 3 years down the line. Suddenly, he was filled with a longing to go back home. And usually when a man develops a desire to go back home, he will go back regardless of the oceans he has to cross. Vir Savarkar had jumped into an unknown ocean, Aron Ralston cut his arm off in a canyon to free himself; all for that one desire- of wanting to go back home.<br />
The next morning as Dr. Rahul got ready to attend the rounds, sensing his professor in a jolly mood gently asked him if he could be allowed 2 days leave to go back home. To his utter delight the professor had nodded his head in approval.<br />
At that same time, the nurse came running to Dr. Rahul.<br />
"Dr. Rahul there is something I want to tell you. Mr Jayesh is not on cot since morning. I think he has absconded.."<br />
Dr. Rahul smiled.<br />
"Don't worry, I will complete the formalities soon.", saying so Dr. Rahul sat down to write a leter informing Mr. Jayesh's abscondence to Chief Medical Officer.<br />
After some time he sat down again to write his leave letter and mailed it to his professor.<br />
After 45 days, Mr. Jayesh and Dr. Rahul were leaving for home.<br />
"What would you do after going back home?", Dr. Rahul had asked Mr. Jayesh a day earlier.<br />
"For now I haven't thought about anything beyond going back home..", Mr. Jayesh had replied.<br />
In the 200 thousand years of human existence on this planet, is it not surprising that we have failed to create anything more gratifying than the feeling of going back home...?<br />
<br />
~ Devashish Palkar<br />
#PsychiDiaries #PsychiaTRYST</div>
Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06657428712619058074noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4312805931748449794.post-82963438337854984112018-07-21T08:02:00.001-07:002018-07-21T08:02:38.457-07:00"HOME CALLING.. "<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
"HOME CALLING..."<br />
<br />
"Sir, it's been 45 days.. I want to go back home!", Mr. Jayesh asked Dr. Rahul with tears rolling down his face.<br />
"Oh. Very soon..", Dr. Rahul replied without making an eye contact.<br />
ETEC- I/M,<br />
a shorthand for Eye to Eye contact- initiated and maintained,<br />
Dr. Rahul had written in the mental status examination of Mr. Jayesh, a couple of hours ago; a clear sign suggestive of improvement in patient's mental condition.<br />
Mr. Jayesh used to work at a bookshop 3 years ago when was diagnosed with Schizophrenia.<br />
Like a random bullet being fired from the gun of terrorist in a crowded space, the bullet of Schizophrenia had hit him. There was no answer to why only me? Even the terrorist had no idea who he was shooting. Worse still, we are yet to confirm which terrorist organization fires the bullet of Schizophrenia.<br />
This was the second time Mr. Jayesh had been admitted in Psychiatry ward after his Schizophrenia worsened on medication. He had again started hearing voices of unknown males wanting to harm him and kill him which had caused him much distress. He was diagnosed as a case of resistant Schizophrenia this time and was given 9 ECTs after which he was stabilized on Clozapine.<br />
"When will I get to go home?", Mr. Jayesh asked again.<br />
This was a question which often dreaded Dr. Rahul for there was no clear answer to the question when a psychiatric patient would be allowed to go back home.<br />
The only way to respond to this question as Dr. Rahul had learnt was to ask another unrelated question.<br />
"Are you still hearing the voices?", Dr. Rahul asked coldly.<br />
"Well, I think the voice from inside is stronger this time.." Mr. Jayesh replied.<br />
"Wait. Have the hallucinations changed? Shit.." Dr. Rahul asked finally establishing an eye to eye contact.<br />
A wry smile played on the lips of Mr. Jayesh.<br />
"Don't worry, doc. It's not hallucination. It's the voice from within. The voice which exists inside all of us but which gets muffled by the noise outside us..."<br />
"And what does that voice say?", Dr. Rahul asked curiously.<br />
"Well, it says different things at different times. But usually it's always right.. Right now it is asking me to go back home.."<br />
Home. The place which Dr. Rahul had not been to for 1 and half months now after coming to Mumbai for his residency. It had been a tough decision to leave home for a better institute 400 km away. But he was sure this was a decision which would pay off well 3 years down the line. Suddenly, he was filled with a longing to go back home. And usually when a man develops a desire to go back home, he will go back regardless of the oceans he has to cross. Vir Savarkar had jumped into an unknown ocean, Aron Ralston cut his arm off in a canyon to free himself; all for that one desire- of wanting to go back home.<br />
The next morning as Dr. Rahul got ready to attend the rounds, sensing his professor in a jolly mood gently asked him if he could be allowed 2 days leave to go back home. To his utter delight the professor had nodded his head in approval.<br />
At that same time, the nurse came running to Dr. Rahul.<br />
"Dr. Rahul there is something I want to tell you. Mr Jayesh is not on cot since morning. I think he has absconded.."<br />
Dr. Rahul smiled.<br />
"Don't worry, I will complete the formalities soon.", saying so Dr. Rahul sat down to write a leter informing Mr. Jayesh's abscondence to Chief Medical Officer.<br />
After some time he sat down again to write his leave letter and mailed it to his professor.<br />
After 45 days, Mr. Jayesh and Dr. Rahul were leaving for home.<br />
"What would you do after going back home?", Dr. Rahul had asked Mr. Jayesh a day earlier.<br />
"For now I haven't thought about anything beyond going back home..", Mr. Jayesh had replied.<br />
In the 200 thousand years of human existence on this planet, is it not surprising that we have failed to create anything more gratifying than the feeling of going back home...?<br />
<br />
~ Devashish Palkar<br />
#PsychiDiaries #PsychiaTRYST</div>
Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06657428712619058074noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4312805931748449794.post-14035698537083003622018-07-21T08:01:00.001-07:002018-07-21T08:01:18.345-07:00"HOME CALLING.. "<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
"HOME CALLING..."<br />
<br />
"Sir, it's been 45 days.. I want to go back home!", Mr. Jayesh asked Dr. Rahul with tears rolling down his face.<br />
"Oh. Very soon..", Dr. Rahul replied without making an eye contact.<br />
ETEC- I/M,<br />
a shorthand for Eye to Eye contact- initiated and maintained,<br />
Dr. Rahul had written in the mental status examination of Mr. Jayesh, a couple of hours ago; a clear sign suggestive of improvement in patient's mental condition.<br />
Mr. Jayesh used to work at a bookshop 3 years ago when was diagnosed with Schizophrenia.<br />
Like a random bullet being fired from the gun of terrorist in a crowded space, the bullet of Schizophrenia had hit him. There was no answer to why only me? Even the terrorist had no idea who he was shooting. Worse still, we are yet to confirm which terrorist organization fires the bullet of Schizophrenia.<br />
This was the second time Mr. Jayesh had been admitted in Psychiatry ward after his Schizophrenia worsened on medication. He had again started hearing voices of unknown males wanting to harm him and kill him which had caused him much distress. He was diagnosed as a case of resistant Schizophrenia this time and was given 9 ECTs after which he was stabilized on Clozapine.<br />
"When will I get to go home?", Mr. Jayesh asked again.<br />
This was a question which often dreaded Dr. Rahul for there was no clear answer to the question when a psychiatric patient would be allowed to go back home.<br />
The only way to respond to this question as Dr. Rahul had learnt was to ask another unrelated question.<br />
"Are you still hearing the voices?", Dr. Rahul asked coldly.<br />
"Well, I think the voice from inside is stronger this time.." Mr. Jayesh replied.<br />
"Wait. Have the hallucinations changed? Shit.." Dr. Rahul asked finally establishing an eye to eye contact.<br />
A wry smile played on the lips of Mr. Jayesh.<br />
"Don't worry, doc. It's not hallucination. It's the voice from within. The voice which exists inside all of us but which gets muffled by the noise outside us..."<br />
"And what does that voice say?", Dr. Rahul asked curiously.<br />
"Well, it says different things at different times. But usually it's always right.. Right now it is asking me to go back home.."<br />
Home. The place which Dr. Rahul had not been to for 1 and half months now after coming to Mumbai for his residency. It had been a tough decision to leave home for a better institute 400 km away. But he was sure this was a decision which would pay off well 3 years down the line. Suddenly, he was filled with a longing to go back home. And usually when a man develops a desire to go back home, he will go back regardless of the oceans he has to cross. Vir Savarkar had jumped into an unknown ocean, Aron Ralston cut his arm off in a canyon to free himself; all for that one desire- of wanting to go back home.<br />
The next morning as Dr. Rahul got ready to attend the rounds, sensing his professor in a jolly mood gently asked him if he could be allowed 2 days leave to go back home. To his utter delight the professor had nodded his head in approval.<br />
At that same time, the nurse came running to Dr. Rahul.<br />
"Dr. Rahul there is something I want to tell you. Mr Jayesh is not on cot since morning. I think he has absconded.."<br />
Dr. Rahul smiled.<br />
"Don't worry, I will complete the formalities soon.", saying so Dr. Rahul sat down to write a leter informing Mr. Jayesh's abscondence to Chief Medical Officer.<br />
After some time he sat down again to write his leave letter and mailed it to his professor.<br />
After 45 days, Mr. Jayesh and Dr. Rahul were leaving for home.<br />
"What would you do after going back home?", Dr. Rahul had asked Mr. Jayesh a day earlier.<br />
"For now I haven't thought about anything beyond going back home..", Mr. Jayesh had replied.<br />
In the 200 thousand years of human existence on this planet, is it not surprising that we have failed to create anything more gratifying than the feeling of going back home...?<br />
<br />
~ Devashish Palkar<br />
#PsychiDiaries #PsychiaTRYST</div>
Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06657428712619058074noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4312805931748449794.post-2235728199973084592018-06-30T23:58:00.003-07:002018-06-30T23:58:27.812-07:00DOCTOR'S DAY<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
DOCTOR'S DAY..<br />
<br />
"This is bleeding heavily.. Bring the dressing tray.. Fast!", Dr. Ravi shouts while applying pressure over the blood oozing from the deep wound on the patient's forearm..<br />
The nurse picks up pace and brings the sutures and dressing tray.<br />
"Tring tring.."<br />
Dr. Ravi's phone rings. It's in his pocket and since he has worn sterile gloves, he asks the nurse to pick it from his pocket.<br />
"Should I pick it up?", the nurse asks.<br />
"Who the ghost wants to talk to me at 3 AM?", Dr. Ravi shouts while still trying to control the bleeding.<br />
The nurse shows him the phone.<br />
It reads Rakesh calling.<br />
"Ahh. Let it be. He is my college friend. That stupid Suarez fan. Just wants to pull my leg over Portugal's defeat. Ahh Ronaldo. Why did you have to lose? Anyway, just forget it. Let's get done with this first, sister.", Dr. Ravi asks the nurse gathering his thoughts over the task at hand.<br />
As he bends nearer, he smells of alcohol from the mouth of his patient.<br />
"Fucker!", he curses silently.<br />
Just then a policeman comes running.<br />
"Is he stable?", He asks.<br />
"He is bleeding heavily and not keeping his blood pressure well. I suspect he has internal bleeding.. We are waiting for the intern to bring the USG machine. Till then I am managing the external wounds.", Dr Ravi replies.<br />
"Its a medico legal case. He was driving his Mercedes on the racecourse road under influence of alcohol and crashed into a bike coming from the other side of the road. The person driving the bike died on spot.", The police informs.<br />
"Ahh. That's too bad but nothing new. We see such cases daily.!", Dr. Ravi replies.<br />
Just then an intern brings in the portable USG machine and the radiology resident performs FAST(Focused Abdominal Sonography in Trauma).<br />
He quickly does the scan and informs Dr. Ravi that there is an active bleeding in the abdomen and that an emergency OT needs to be done to save the life of the patient.<br />
Dr. Ravi asks his juniors to get the OT ready urgently. He switches off his phone and goes to the change room to get himself scrubbed.<br />
In the OT, Dr. Ravi who has not slept for last 30 hours, is all charged up to save the patient. There are only few things other than watching his favorite footballer Ronaldo play which make him excited. Emergency OT is one such thing.<br />
It's 6 am and finally Dr. Ravi comes out of the OT, tired but relieved that he has managed to save the patient.<br />
He switches on his mobile.<br />
There are 11 missed calls from Rakesh.<br />
"Fucker. I know Ronaldo lost.!", Dr. Ravi curses under his breath.<br />
He orders tea and sits down to call Rakesh back.<br />
"Yes, fucker I know Ronaldo lost.", Dr. Ravi shouts on the phone.<br />
"That's not what I called you for. Something terrible happened last night. Rahul and I were out to have tea at 2 AM to celebrate Uruguay's win on our bike and...", Rakesh breaks down and starts crying..<br />
"And what? Tell me fast", panick all palpable in Dr. Ravi's voice now.<br />
"A Mercedes crashed into our bike and.... Rahul...", He mumbles and again starts crying.<br />
"Fuck. Fuck. No.. Where did this happen? On racecourse road?", Dr. Ravi asks.<br />
"Yea. How do you know?", Rakesh asks with a sense of astonishment.<br />
"Where are you.? And how are you?"<br />
"No. I was lucky. I am okay. We are at Rahul's house. The funeral is at 10. Are you coming?", Rakesh asks.<br />
"Yea. I am rushing..", Dr. Ravi hangs up the phone.<br />
Just then the wardboy arrives with the cup of tea.<br />
"Here's your tea, sir.<br />
Happy Doctor's day, sir".<br />
Dr. Ravi looks up with tears rolling down his face.<br />
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~© Dr. Devashish Palkar</div>
Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06657428712619058074noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4312805931748449794.post-67709197005666478402018-03-17T03:56:00.000-07:002018-03-17T03:56:11.433-07:00THE FARMERS MARCHED<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
THE FARMERS MARCHED<br />
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Last week, India woke up to something spectacular. A huge, peaceful rally of the poorest farmers, marching all the way from Nashik to Mumbai to make their demands heard. The march itself was special, because it included zero violence, zero breaking of public property, much to the chagrin of the Opposition.<br />
Here is my small effort to paint the happenings of that day in the form of a poem..<br />
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<br />
"In the heat of March,<br />
The farmers marched,<br />
The fire in their hungry belly burning,<br />
The anger in their eyes raging..<br />
Yet they marched with poise and grace,<br />
Silently, to not disturb the human race..<br />
<br />
The farmers marched..<br />
<br />
The city woke up to their silent steps,<br />
Aghast and in wonder..<br />
Red they wore,<br />
Red they carried..<br />
Feet bled<br />
And flags fluttered..<br />
<br />
The dirty politics had found a new colour..<br />
In the dirt and blood that covered their feet,<br />
Alas.. The sweat had been conveniently forgotten..<br />
<br />
But behold.<br />
The red on the streets that flowed was real,<br />
The red in the air that fluttered was unreal...<br />
<br />
In between the two reds,<br />
We forgot to read,<br />
Which red mattered and which did not..<br />
<br />
For a day, the city turned red,<br />
Woke from their bed,<br />
Out of guilt and compassion,<br />
Offered to the hungry farmers a morsel of bread..<br />
The bread, made from the wheat<br />
Had been irrigated with the farmer's sweat..<br />
<br />
The authority offered then a rose,<br />
And once again in the red beauty of the rose,<br />
The thorns were forgotten..<br />
<br />
For a day, the city turned red.<br />
And then they all went to bed..<br />
As though nothing had ever happened..<br />
Well, on most nights they did the same anyway..<br />
<br />
The farmers marched.<br />
Back to their fields parched..<br />
The media smiled..<br />
The politicians smirked.<br />
And the irony laughed.."<br />
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~ Devashish Palkar</div>
Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06657428712619058074noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4312805931748449794.post-8184599739945994112017-10-02T09:47:00.002-07:002017-10-02T10:03:02.469-07:00The forgotten revolutionary writers of India <div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
While it is a known fact that our revolutionaries were men of exemplary courage, they were equally skilled at using a pen. And I am sure when you read this line, Gandhi ji and Nehru's writings are flashing in front of your eyes. And that's the exact reason why I want to write about the forgotten revolutionary writers of India..<br />
<br />
There are 2 letters in Indian history which had deep impact on my mind as a kid.<br />
One of the letters was definitely more famous-<br />
The letter Gandhiji wrote to his father accepting his flaws and deciding to become a better person. That was really something I admired because speaking out truth definitely needed courage.<br />
<br />
But equally courageous if not more was a letter Bhagat Singh wrote to his father stating, "Meri dulhan to Azaadi hai!'' I was blown apart reading that letter. It gave me goosebumps. It made me cry.<br />
Equally powerful was Bhagat Singh's essay where he tried explaining why he turned atheist and took up armed violence. Also, while in prison Sukhdev once contemplated suicide and Bhagat Singh wrote him a powerful letter to dissuade him from taking such a step.<br />
And unfortunately all these writings of Bhagat Singh were never a part of our school curriculum and hence for many people Gandhiji's letters and Nehru's letters to Indira are the only ones which come to mind when I talk about their favourite writings from the freedom movement.<br />
<br />
Vinayak Damodar Savarkar wrote many emotional poems(most of them in Marathi) while he was in Andaman jail but many have no idea about it..<br />
<br />
Then there are writings of Ram Prasad Bismil, the stellar works of Ashfaqullah Khan and many more revolutionaries which have been forgotten by time and history..<br />
<br />
Many people asked me today why I oppose Gandhi ji. My answer is- I don't hate him, I respect him for a person that he was but somehow in the shadow of Gandhi we have forgotten countless other revolutionaries who contributed much more than Gandhi ever could for the freedom of the country..<br />
While we build memorials for Gandhi ji and continue to bear the burden of another Gandhi family, let us not forget the contributions of those whose birthdays are not celebrated as National holidays..<br />
<br />
On Gandhi Jayanti, let us not forget that Gandhi wasn't the only one. No, the Azaadi didn't come, "Bina khadag, Bina Dhaal!"<br />
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JAY HIND.<br />
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~ Devashish Palkar<br />
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P.S. I have included only those revolutionaries whose writings I have had the pleasure of reading and I am sure there are many which are not a part of the list. If you know any apart from these, feel free to share your thoughts in the comments below.. Thank you. </div>
Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06657428712619058074noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4312805931748449794.post-73054097887908512702017-09-22T20:54:00.001-07:002017-09-22T21:23:25.202-07:00NEWTON <div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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In times when I am preparing for my Entrance exam, I can't afford to watch many movies. I had vowed myself to only watch one movie between my birthday and my exams in December, and that was going to be a toss up between NEWTON and LUCKNOW CENTRAL(which features my favourite, Farhan Akhtar.) Thanks to bad reviews of LUCKNOW CENTRAL, I decided to give it a miss and I am happy i could watch NEWTON because of that.<br />
India's official entry to the Oscars, NEWTON is a terrific movie which compels us to view India from a perspective and a place where the concept of India itself is unknown.<br />
And it is not even the peripheral India that we are talking about but the heart of India- the dangerous Dandakaranya forests in Madhya Pradesh, Chhatisgarh, Jharkhand along regions where not just state borders but even the concept of democracy blurs out.. It doesn't make sense to the villagers and why would it? It doesn't make sense to us, and why would it? We have never interacted before. We only have misconceptions and stereotypes about each other. For them we are infiltrators and for us they are terrorists and the movie attempts to break this concept.<br />
These villagers are trapped between two groups who are hell bent on establishing their supremacy - the Naxalites and the Indian army, even if it means burning down entire villages to 'mark their territories', operating on the same concept which the wild animals around them have taught them.<br />
And in this gory, never ending battle are trapped some of India's most underdeveloped villages, which only exist on the map- nobody- no government, no politician dares to visit these places.<br />
Communication is a problem for they speak a dialect which is not understandable to our men in uniform and suspicion always overpowers humanity in the jungle.<br />
And in this place are caught two strong men hell bent on carrying out their duties- a young government officer, Nutan Kumar who calls himself NEWTON and Aatma Singh, a representative of our men in uniform.<br />
While Nutan or NEWTON is a novice, 25 year old educated, hard working and honest to a fault presiding officer tasked with the job of carrying out elections for the first time in village with only 76 voters, he is up against Aatma Singh, the man whose concept of a successful day means ' a day without casualities' which in itself is rare in these areas. They both clash as they both want to do their duty- the polling booth is 8 km deep from the army base camp and it means treading through the dangerous forests on foot where even the break of tiny branch from a tree in broad daylight is met with a suspicion and highalert and Aatma Singh is in no mood to risk his jawans just for the sake of elections which he tries to convince NEWTON are going to do no good to democracy or the villagers. But NEWTON is a novice who comes from urban India and like the movie watcher he must discover this concept 'different India' to believe it. There are risks involved but for NEWTON, honesty and integrity come before life and death and he is in no mood to go back with 0% voter turnout. NEWTON is representative of the soul of everyday Indian who has grown up watching TV and what media wanted us to see. He finds the reality to be very different. For a firm believer in the concept of democracy, every frame brings with it a new shock, a new realization and sort of enlightenment as he puts on a bulletproof jacket and decides to venture through the jungles with only one mission- to carry out elections.<br />
Rajkummar Rao speaks less but whenever he speaks he has only questions and it annoys Aatma Singh until he puts a condition that he can't ask him any question in the jungle. There is humor, dark comedy, there is sarcasm and there is subtlety and finally realization that India can't change overnight- but day by day if we all follow NEWTON- a scientist who gave the concept that laws of gravity and motion are honest and equal for every person, animal or thing on this earth and you can neither deny nor claim to own these laws but have to abide by them. Hum sab mein ek NEWTON hai jo imaandari se kaam karna chahta hai par woh kahi chhup gaya hai. These are the concepts around which the movie revolves.<br />
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It is not a movie about providing answers but an honest attempt at asking the right questions.<br />
The performances of every character are top notch but the plot and the surrounding are real heroes in this 'Day in the life of an election officer in Dandakaranya' rather than a movie. Watch it only if you have patience and an open mind. And yes make sure to carry your brains along for this one, an idea which is otherwise considered dangerous if you are watching a typical Bollywood no-brainer..<br />
P.S. It's not a movie to be enjoyed with popcorn and cola So avoid it if that's your only thing..<br />
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~ Devashish Palkar</div>
Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06657428712619058074noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4312805931748449794.post-49468761823423732092017-09-20T20:19:00.001-07:002017-09-20T23:41:24.844-07:00LEARNINGS FROM STAPHYLOCOCCUS AUREUS<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
"Some of the rituals and customs in our culture were meant to protect us during those times but unfortunately we have continued with these downtrodden practices for far too long..<br />
For example, earlier it was followed in our culture that women wouldn't be allowed to visit temples during their periods. There was a logical reasoning behind it which nobody noticed. I came to know about it only after I watched one of Sadhguru's lectures on YouTube. He said that this practice was followed because in those times, temples were invariably in a jungle or a hill top where people would need to travel on foot which would mean that they were always at a threat of being attacked by animals in the wild. And taking a woman who was in her periods along would mean that the risk would only multiply since wild animals would be attracted to the smell of human blood. Also, more importantly during the periods, women tend to feel weak and thus climbing mountains or walking barefoot in jungles for a visit to temple would be illogical for her health.<br />
To allow her a rest, this practice was followed. But now, there are no forests left thanks to our wanton destruction and hardly nobody travels through jungles on foot these days for a visit to temple hence Sadhguru says, the time has come to give up this practice and allow women to go to temples whenever they want..<br />
This is just one example..<br />
But still on some levels, we have failed to evolve with time..<br />
We, as humans, need to learn from Staphylococcus aureus.<br />
Many of the bacteria produce peroxidase which provides a kind of safety net for their growth but it ultimately generates free radicals and kills its own cells..<br />
Now this could be dangerous..<br />
But Staphylococcus is smart. It produces an enzyme catalase to destroy the peroxidase whenever its levels increase above permissible values. And thus Staphylococcus continues to rule the world of microbiology being the single largest group of disease forming bacteria in the human body.<br />
Those who remain trapped in the security of safety, don't run a long race..<br />
Life only begins when we move out of our peroxidase, our comfort zone.<br />
High time we, humans, developed CATALASE, isn't it??"<br />
P.S. The only reason why bacteria and viruses have outlived everyone on this planet is because of its ability to adapt and not remain trapped in its own 'paramparas' and 'rituals'. A lesson for humanity?<br />
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~Devashish Palkar</div>
Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06657428712619058074noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4312805931748449794.post-25092403230516685392017-09-13T11:14:00.002-07:002017-09-13T11:14:44.305-07:00VIKAS and the BULLET TRAIN <div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
A liberal goes to a restaurant with his friend.<br />
The waiter comes up and asks,<br />
"Sir, Pani- Regular ya Mineral, sir?"<br />
"Of course, Mineral!" exclaims the liberal.<br />
"Ok, sir. Order?"<br />
"We Will have some beef curry and mutton pulao."<br />
The waiter goes to the kitchen with the order..<br />
The conversation starts..<br />
Liberal 1- "So, you checked the news.? About the Bullet train thing?"<br />
Liberal 2- "Yea man. So pathetic. I mean this is hypocrisy by Modi Govt and nothing more.<br />
I mean there are so many railway accidents occuring and all they care for are the cows and Bullet trains!"<br />
Liberal 1- "Yes. And there are so many people who can't even afford the normal trains. This is bad. We must protest. I will not use Bullet train."<br />
Liberal 2- "Aye. Aye. Me too.. Let's protest. Let's take down this COW-munal Government! Ha ha. Come on"<br />
Meanwhile, the waiter arrives and fills their glasses with the jug he has brought instead of the packaged drinking water.<br />
Both liberals in unison- "What the heck are you doing? We asked for a packaged drinking water, didn't we?"<br />
Waiter- "Sorry, sir. I just checked the refrigerator. We have run out of stock!"<br />
Both liberals in unison- "Oh no. What will we do now?"<br />
A person who was silently listening to the conversation so far, stands up from across the table and says "Guys, you know, 40% Indians don't get sufficient potable water. 99% Indians don't drink packaged drinking water. So, does that mean we stop all the factories making packaged drinking water?<br />
You guys are amazing. You don't want to let us construct Bullet trains but at the same time you want VIKAS? How's that humanly possible?<br />
Should we stop hosting IPL until Sunil Chhetri gets a multi-million dollar offer from Manchester United? Would you stop drinking packaged drinking water till every single person gets potable water in this country?<br />
Progress should not and does not stop just because there's poverty on one side of the spectrum. If America had waited for all of its citizens to buy Rolls Royce before investing in space shuttles, Neil Armstrong wouldn't have taken that 'giant leap'! We all know Bullet train is not the only definition of progress. But at least it sets our vision clear on the path to progress. It is a small beginning but may be when we look at it retrospectively 10 years later, we will realize it was a giant step indeed!"<br />
<br />
~ Devashish Palkar.<br />
<br />
Dedicated to all people who are missing VIKAS. ✌</div>
Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06657428712619058074noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4312805931748449794.post-21875218922662042102017-08-17T09:53:00.001-07:002017-08-17T09:53:37.827-07:00Of YO-YO TEST AND THE NBE SCAM<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
1.YO-YO TEST AND THE FITNESS CONUNDRUM<br />
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Fitness is an important part of any sport.<br />
Important in cricket as well.<br />
But it shouldn't be the only criteria for deciding a team.<br />
Fitness in cricket is like having good handwriting. Helps a lot in theory exams but when it comes to solving MCQs, you need something more than that.<br />
Fitness levels in cricket can't be compared with fitness levels in other Sports.<br />
No Sport in the world is played across 5 days or for that matter 8 hours at a stretch (as it happens in an ODI game.)<br />
Most sports are played for 90-180 mins, the duration of a T20 match, and in these Sports agility and strength training are an integral part. Importantly, while you have to be involved in every minute of other Sports, cricket offers you a safety that half of the time you will be rested provided your bowlers aren't as bad as Sri Lankans.<br />
And thus my point is- You can never compare the fitness of a Beckham with that of a Sachin.<br />
I am in no way trying to make a point for Yuvraj Singh here but consider Yuvraj of 2011 Worldcup.<br />
He was harbouring a tumor in his chest and coughing up blood on field.<br />
If today's standards of fitness, the so called YO-YO TEST, which is based more on agility and strength rather than endurance, had been applied then, Yuvraj would have been out of Worldcup and we might have never won it. I just wonder if someone like Dravid and Laxman who weren't the swiftest and most agile of players would have passed the test. Having said that they were fit enough to bat days together, which requires an altogether different levels of fitness..<br />
Also, Sehwag for most part of his career was overweight and yet was fit enough to be alongside only Don Bradman, Brain Lara and Chris Gayle to have scored 300 in an innings twice in test matches. Chris Gayle, mind you is considered a statue on the field. He hardly moves. But when he puts on a helmet and picks up a bat we all know what havoc he is capable of creating!!<br />
While I completely agree Yuvraj is nearing his end, I just feel selectors are playing it safe to call his ouster from the team on the basis of fitness rather than runs, which Yuvraj has scored aplenty this year, if you take out the last 3-4 innings.<br />
Also, it sends a wrong message to other players as someone like MS Dhoni who is clearly below par with his batting can now be afforded a safety of occupying a place in the team only because he is fitter than the young and talented Rishabh Pant.<br />
<br />
2. NBE SCAM<br />
<br />
So, Dr. Batra has been accused of a corruption scam and has been removed as the head of National Board of Examinations, the body responsible for conducting NEET.<br />
And it has been only one year since NEET exams started..<br />
This is fucking disgraceful.<br />
How impotent are we as a nation that we can't conduct a single exam transparently and that too when the whole set up of the examination is based on a successful module adopted by USA for many years hassle free..<br />
Atleast learn from Anu Malik and Pritam on how to make copied thing a hit but NBE has even failed at that it seems..<br />
I don't understand why are only such people like Suresh Kalmadi, N Sreenivasan, and Dr. Batra appointed to these posts?<br />
We need more people like Dr. Anand Rai, the doctor responsible for whistleblowing the Vyapam Scam who was later disowned by RSS and BJP for exposing the truth. Yet, he was successful in bringing the scam in open.<br />
Why are such honest men never appointed to important posts where honesty and integrity are of utmost value?<br />
What is the difference between your government Mr. Narendra Modi and the UPA Govt?<br />
Just making better speeches ain't gonna work everytime.<br />
P.S. For those who might be thinking- but there are no scams this Govt is involved in as of now, my sincere advice is to wait for the 2nd term before we judge them.<br />
Most scams of UPA came out only in its 2nd term. I just hope this Govt doesn't follow in the UPA Govt's footsteps..<br />
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~ Devashish</div>
Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06657428712619058074noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4312805931748449794.post-56714576024952002502017-08-16T09:01:00.000-07:002017-08-16T09:01:12.254-07:00Independence Day Poem <div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
"Through songs of glory<br />
And chattering hymns,<br />
Through uproars<br />
And shrieks,<br />
Through ghastly silence<br />
Through raucous war cries..<br />
Through tyrannical invaders<br />
And punchdrunk rulers..<br />
Through powercrazy democracy<br />
And the blind judiciary..<br />
I sometimes wonder how my country has survived..<br />
<br />
Perhaps,<br />
Irrigated by the holy waters of the rivers galore,<br />
And resurrected by holier blood of patriotic valour..<br />
A crazy zeal to protect the tricolour..<br />
Of some unfathomable sacrifices done without a favour..<br />
<br />
Yes, somehow we have survived.<br />
We have fought back the evil only to see the birth of a new evil.<br />
But as the evil continues to threaten and smother us in the midnight hour,<br />
A revolution is brewing somewhere,<br />
And a new India is taking its first little baby steps..<br />
I am sure it will rise up and start to walk on its own,<br />
Run, jump and learn to dream of flying high one day using the wings of fire and courage..<br />
The golden bird is long buried,<br />
The blossoming bud is all that is left of us..<br />
The dark clouds of gloom<br />
Will pass<br />
And a resplendent morning awaits our sun kissed shores."<br />
<br />
-Devashish Palkar</div>
Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06657428712619058074noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4312805931748449794.post-19841412425185569952017-08-14T11:02:00.000-07:002017-08-14T11:02:15.164-07:00INDIA- A BLOSSOMING BUD<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
(An old poem I had written at a time when UPA-II Govt was at the height of its corruption and new scams were breaking every week. So, many of these points might not hold true, but some still continue to pester us Indians even today.. )<br />
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<br />
"INDIA"-The word itself evokes a wave of patriotism in my heart. But its rather disheartening that some of our countrymen, our brothers and sisters, the sons of the very soil, who instead of being grateful to the motherland for her bounty, curse her, malign her and try to denigrate her, and very blatantly forget our duties as sons and daughters, the fact that we are the ones responsible for her tragic fate and also the fact that all the power lies within us..! its up to us how we carry the flag of our INDIA forward and storm the world with our knowledge and deeds or malign her by our callous, selfish deeds!!]<br />
P.S.- I DEDICATE THIS POEM TO EVERY CITIZEN OF INDIA IRRESPECTIVE OF WHETHER THEY ARE PROUD OF INDIA OR FEEL ASHAMED TO BE INDIANS!! I JUST HOPE IT EVOKES A SENSE OF PRIDE IN YOUR HEART AND REMINDS YOU OF YOUR DUTIES AND ABILITIES..!!<br />
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<b><i>THIS IS THE STORY OF THE GREAT NATION!</i></b><br />
<b><i>SITUATED BETWEEN THE HIMALAYAS AND GREAT BLUE OCEAN!!</i></b><br />
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<b><i>HISTORY DUBBED IT- 'THE GOLDEN BIRD'!</i></b><br />
<b><i>PRESENT CALLS IT- 'THE BLOSSOMING BUD'!!</i></b><br />
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<b><i>ONCE UPON A TIME- 'A HEAVENLY LAND'!</i></b><br />
<b><i>A LAND WHERE EVIL WAS BANNED!!</i></b><br />
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<b><i>AND TODAY AS THE EVIL RISES UNINHIBITED,</i></b><br />
<b><i>ITS TIME FOR US TO REALIZE THAT- TO THIS LAND WE ARE GREATLY INDEBTED!!</i></b><br />
<b><i>FOR THIS IS OUR HOME THAT WE HAVE INHABITED!</i></b><br />
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<b><i><br /></i></b>
<b><i>A PLACE WHERE THE REAL WEALTH USED TO BE EDUCATION!</i></b><br />
<b><i>TROUBLED TODAY BY THE FIGHTS FOR COLLEGE ADMISSION!</i></b><br />
<b><i>SOILED BY THE OMNIPRESENT SYSTEM OF 'RESERVATION'!!</i></b><br />
<b><i><br /></i></b>
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<b><i>AN ADMINISTRATION WITHOUT ANY NOTION!</i></b><br />
<b><i>A STATE OF TOTAL COMMOTION!!</i></b><br />
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<b><i><br /></i></b>
<b><i>YES, THIS IS THE STORY OF A NATION!</i></b><br />
<b><i>SMOTHERED BY THE EPIDEMIC OF CORRUPTION!!</i></b><br />
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<b><i>AND AS THE RUPEE FALLS AND DOLLAR RISES;</i></b><br />
<b><i>WE ARE TRAPPED IN THE IDENTITY CRISES!!</i></b><br />
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<b><i>THE POWER- CRAZY BUREAUCRACY!</i></b><br />
<b><i>AND THE RAPE OF DEMOCRACY!</i></b><br />
<b><i><br /></i></b>
<b><i><br /></i></b>
<b><i>THE BRIMMING RIVER AND THE EVERGREEN FOREST!</i></b><br />
<b><i>WE CALLOUSLY REDUCED IT ALL TO WASTE!!</i></b><br />
<b><i><br /></i></b>
<b><i><br /></i></b>
<b><i>HOW SHAMELESSLY WE PLUNDERED HER GLORIES AND TREASURE!</i></b><br />
<b><i>ONLY FOR OUR GREED AND MALICIOUS PLEASURE!!</i></b><br />
<b><i><br /></i></b>
<b><i><br /></i></b>
<b><i>BUT NOW ITS TIME TO RISE FOR THE NEW GENERATION!</i></b><br />
<b><i>AND SURGE A WAVE OF REVOLUTION!</i></b><br />
<b><i><br /></i></b>
<b><i><br /></i></b>
<b><i>ITS TIME TO TAKE A BIG STRIDE,</i></b><br />
<b><i>TO RESTORE AND SALVAGE THE LOST PRIDE!!</i></b><br />
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<b><i>AS THE NEW INDIA LEARNS TO FLY,</i></b><br />
<b><i>LIKE A YOUNG BIRD IN AN ALREADY CROWDED SKY!</i></b><br />
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<b><i>ITS TIME TO LEARN FROM OUR PAST LOSSES,</i></b><br />
<b><i>AS INDIA UNDERGOES A METAMORPHOSES!!</i></b><br />
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<b><i>ITS TIME FOR REDEMPTION!</i></b><br />
<b><i>ITS TIME FOR RESURRECTION!!</i></b><br />
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<b><i>ITS TIME TO PICK UP THE BROOM</i></b><br />
<b><i>AND CLEAR THIS MESS AND GLOOM!</i></b><br />
<b><i>YES! ITS OUR TIME TO BLOOM!!</i></b><br />
<b><i>AND PUT AN END TO THE DAYS OF DOOM!!</i></b><br />
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<b><i>THIS IS THE STORY OF A 'REJUVENATED NATION',</i></b><br />
<b><i>READY TO STORM THE WORLD WITH HER KNOWLEDGE AND IMAGINATION!!</i></b><br />
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06657428712619058074noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4312805931748449794.post-11544778242501463002017-07-23T21:24:00.000-07:002017-07-23T21:30:27.096-07:00THE GLORIOUS WOMEN IN BLUE<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
THE GLORIOUS WOMEN IN BLUE<br />
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Our Women's cricket team almost did a Chak De last night.<br />
Almost.<br />
But that is no reason for us to not celebrate how far this team has come.<br />
It is never too easy for a woman to play a sport she loves in a country like ours where even marriage and number of kids she should have are decided by her family first and then by her in laws.<br />
Mithali Raj and Jhulan Goswami, the two longest serving Indian Womens' cricketer did just that and more.<br />
Fought not just on cricket field but fought with the patriarchal society as a warm up every time they stepped up on the 22 yards.<br />
The other day, Harmanpreet Kaur defied gender based myths by smacking powerful sixes which would have made Sehwag and Gayle proud..<br />
I am sad Mithali, the Tendulkar of Women's cricket won't end up with a Worldcup like her male counterpart.<br />
But she surely has inspired a generation of young girls who should now come out of their houses and pick their brothers' bats or better still ask them to bowl..<br />
Whether we remain restricted only to Deepika Padukone's 'I am a free woman and I have the freedom to show my cleavage!' kind of feminism or the kind which Mithali and many of her teammates defied and redefined is upto us now.<br />
THEY FOUGHT. THEY LOST. THEY STILL WON..<br />
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JAY HIND.<br />
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~Devashish<br />
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06657428712619058074noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4312805931748449794.post-11675408086609946652017-07-11T01:52:00.000-07:002017-07-11T01:52:06.994-07:00THE SWADESHI CONUNDRUM <div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
THE SWADESHI CONUNDRUM<br />
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Over the last few months I am sure everyone has at least once received a WhatsApp forward urging us to buy only Swadeshi products and display our patriotism.<br />
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I am sorry to say but when we talk about using swadeshi items we must also look out for what they are doing with our money.<br />
I mean someone like Microsoft through it's Gates foundation has done more for India than Reliance and Infosys combined when it comes to leading the way in Corporate Social Responsibility.<br />
Also, I was a firm supporter of Patanjali, but many of their products are misleading and do not have the adequate research to back up their claims..<br />
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Others like Vicco are exceptionally good products but due to Baba Ramdev wave many of the good and authentic swadeshi products have lost their market..<br />
I don't think we should buy Patanjali products just as a symbol of patriotism..<br />
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Counterviews are welcome.<br />
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Jay Hind.. </div>
Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06657428712619058074noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4312805931748449794.post-52162671889231445632017-06-27T05:38:00.002-07:002017-06-27T05:38:35.396-07:00The fearful generation?! <div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
Do we realize we are the most timid generation of Homo Sapiens?<br />
Remember the confessions page?<br />
Well, thank god most of those pages are not functioning now..<br />
But we are still afraid to express our true feelings to someone and hence we need sayat.me<br />
We are too afraid to confront someone and tell them directly that we feel hurt by their actions and instead we will put a philosophical quote regarding karma and wrongly credit Buddha for the quote as our WhatsApp story and wait for him/her to have seen it..<br />
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We are too afraid of our own identities..<br />
Or the identities that we have created in society, on social media and in real life which are clearly 3 different representations of our own self!!<br />
We constantly live in fear of being misunderstood but the fact is we have never taken the time out to understand ourselves.<br />
We have been too diplomatic when we are in public and too abusive when we wear the mask of anonymity.<br />
The struggle is to find the right balance.<br />
To be true to ourselves instead of wearing a different mask for each occasion.<br />
We are afraid of losses.<br />
We can't handle the victories..<br />
We are afraid of acceptance.<br />
Oh and just don't talk about denial and rejection.<br />
Sorry we can't handle that.<br />
<br />
We are afraid to say the first hello.<br />
We are afraid to put our hand out for the fear opposite one might not extend his..<br />
We are afraid to say sorry..<br />
We are afraid to accept an apology..<br />
Yes, we are the most timid generation of Homo Sapiens and the irony is we pretend to be the strongest and most evolved..</div>
Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06657428712619058074noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4312805931748449794.post-42313578568559179652017-06-20T18:51:00.002-07:002017-06-20T19:01:21.034-07:00Kohli vs Kumble- A counterview <div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
COUNTERVIEW<br />
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Yes, Kumble has stepped down as the head coach of India and he has come out in open and declared how captain had 'reservations' against his style.<br />
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Fair enough.<br />
<br />
If two individuals can't work together it doesn't always mean they don't have respect for each or that Kohli abuses or has a fight with Kumble behind closed doors, does it?<br />
<br />
The reason why people are supporting Kumble on this issue is a natural human tendency to compare- a past legend with around 900 international wickets to a captain who got out cheaply and lost the finals against our arch rivals.<br />
<br />
Imagine a situation where Virat Kohli had scored another of those daddy hundreds and got India over the line on Sunday with a brilliant 150. Would our reactions have been similar? I doubt.<br />
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We would have appreciated Kohli of playing the issue graciously.<br />
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If you had heard Kohli in one of the pre tournament conferences where the speculations were rife regarding this issue, he handled it in a quite mature manner by declining there were any rifts between team and the coach because that was the right thing to do and focused on the Champions Trophy instead. He could have chosen to spill the brains, but he didn't.<br />
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Watching cricket on television sets might not be the perfect way to judge the intricacies of relationship between Kohli and Kumble and to think why Kohli couldn't work with such a gentleman like Kumble.<br />
<br />
If two persons were to always work their way out, divorce lawyers would have died of starvation.<br />
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The fact that Kumble came out openly and put the issue in public before Kohli ever commented on the issue also makes me think Kumble knew of this human tendency where public sympathy would always be with the legend than a captain who failed in the finals and knew this was the right time..<br />
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Imagine if Muralidharan had been the coach of India and if there had been trouble brewing between Kohli and Murali. Would you have supported a cricketer with 800 test wickets? No. Just because he was not Indian.?<br />
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I don't think coach should be considered a foreigner. Or an Indian legend. A coach is a coach. We make the mistake when we considered a coach's individual record and presume that he would be the best person in the room which might not always be true.<br />
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Cricket after all is not football. It is and will always remain a captain's game.<br />
A captain will take the team forward and has to make the decisions on field on his own unless of course he is Steve Smith and looking for cues from the dressing room.<br />
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Immense respect for Kumble but I think his style of coaching would do wonders for teams like South Africa and Australia which believe in hard work and sweating it out more than Indians do on occasion.<br />
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Having said that, Kohli needs to be consulted when selecting a coach on temporary basis because a coach will be there for a year or two whereas a captain is assumed to have a much longer tenure.<br />
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I remember there was a very good tuition teacher when I was in 12th and we all used to attend his classes but there was a guy who could not just get along with his style of teaching. His parents felt he was being too hard. But when he changed the classes he continued to do well in studies. In fact, better.<br />
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~ Devashish Palkar<br />
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06657428712619058074noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4312805931748449794.post-74379409961947413412017-06-20T05:44:00.002-07:002017-06-20T05:44:35.638-07:00PRESIDENT - The biggest misnomer in India? <div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
PRESIDENT<br />
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I remember as a school kid when we were taught this particular chapter about President in Civics. Must have been in 5th Standard. I felt so much in awe of all the special powers mentioned in the text (which was of course a very important long question for final exams!). Dr. APJ Abdul Kalam was the President at that time and he was rightly the people's President. We loved him so much as kids. In fact the only non-fiction books I read in primary school from the library were "The Wings of Fire" and "Ignited minds" both penned by Abdul Kalam.<br />
The word PRESIDENT had so much weightage and respect when Kalam sir was around.<br />
Fast forward to today where PRESIDENT is perhaps the biggest misnomer in Indian politics- a powerful man handcuffed by the politics and used only as a pawn in the dirty game of caste and regional based appeasement politics..<br />
The closest rhyming word which defines a person who is equally powerless is a RESIDENT in a multi speciality hospital.<br />
Today, I want to apologise to Alia Bhatt for making fun of her for not knowing the name of our President.<br />
Frankly speaking, there is nothing I would want or expect anyone to know about an Indian President today because that would be a futile exercise- more futile than perhaps even the existence Rajya Sabha..<br />
Miss you, Kalam sir..</div>
Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06657428712619058074noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4312805931748449794.post-70970614180808525662017-06-18T09:39:00.000-07:002017-06-18T09:39:11.402-07:00CRICKET- YOU BEAUTY!! <div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
FINAL WORD.<br />
This has been a beautiful story of a come from behind win from Pakistan. Yes, it is disappointing as an Indian but makes me love this game even more. Cricket like life is a great leveller. Let's be tolerant here and not hurl abuses at team India and just take our hats off for the way Pakistan have fought. It's tough to digest, I know but Sarfraz reminds me of Dhoni from 2007 T20 WC with the way he has led the team..<br />
And Mohd Aamir. What a story he is!!<br />
This is a team ranked 8th and has not played a competitive game at home for last decade almost. This was the last team to qualify for the Champions Trophy and to come and play such a terrific brand of cricket is worthy of every adjective..<br />
Hard luck, India..<br />
#IndvsPak</div>
Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06657428712619058074noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4312805931748449794.post-86026255049424987862017-06-17T08:48:00.000-07:002017-06-17T08:48:11.425-07:00ISN'T CRICKET A LANGUAGE IN ITSELF?<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
THE COLONIAL MINDSET<br />
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We, the people from subcontinent, are so trapped in the colonial mindset. In some regards we are more English than the English. Anyone who doesn't know English is considered an illiterate, a 'gavar'.<br />
And so while people might think Pakistan skipper, Sarfraz Ahmed is one such cricketer, let me astonish you by informing you that he has a Bachelor's Degree in Business Administration from Institute of Business Administration, Karachi which is considered one of the finest Institutes in Pakistan. He is more educated than Dhoni and Kohli..<br />
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Remarkably, we are a part of country where our own Prime Minister prefers to speak in Hindi even at international conferences and it is a gesture I highly appreciate..<br />
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So, the fact remains- One can effectively communicate in his or her mother tongue only.<br />
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Yes, English is definitely not Sarfraz's preferred language but he looks to be a genuinely nice guy when he talks in press conferences and very honest in admitting his shortcomings. Unlike some other Pakistani cricketers of the past, Sarfraz seems to be the last person to pick up a fight or hurl an abuse.. And thank god, he is not all the time chattering behind the stumps either. Akmal was such a pain to the ears!!<br />
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All in all, I think Pakistan have a found a true successor to Misbah..<br />
Yes, he may not have the swagger of Kohli or the majestic presence of Dhoni on the field, but he is really good at what he does. To inspire a team ranked no.8 to finals is no mean acheivement and we need to respect the opponent captain. For those who might not be aware, Sarfraz was the captain of the victorious 2006 under 19 WC side which defeated India in the finals..<br />
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Let's hope for a great game tomorrow and let's hope we don't indulge in verbal abuses anymore .<br />
P.S. Shahid Afridi has retired and his mother has stopped watching cricket.. 😉<br />
#IndvsPak</div>
Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06657428712619058074noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4312805931748449794.post-13689220766035644892017-06-16T01:51:00.000-07:002017-06-16T02:03:03.917-07:00THE 'TON'DULKAR SYNDROME<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
(Background- India played Bangladesh in Champions Trophy semifinal which turned out to be a one sided affair thanks to our batters who were just too good on a rare sunny day in England.)<br />
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THE 'TON'DULKAR SYNDROME<br />
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"There was no need for Rohit to play that shot!" My dad shouted as Rohit nonchalantly pulled another short pitched delivery for four..<br />
"With Virat nearing his hundred he should give him strike!" He added.<br />
And as it turned out, Virat hit the winning runs staying unbeaten on 96 which was a high quality innings strudded with some exquisite drives.<br />
But my dad rued the fact that he had missed his 100 by 4 runs due to Rohit Sharma's lack of understanding.<br />
I call this the TONdulkar Syndrome. My dad has grown up in the times of Gavaskar and Sachin where India won very few matches as compared to the regularity with which India beats other opponents today.<br />
For the generation of my dad, a hundred was very important for that was the only thing they could afford to celebrate as 100s came with far more regularity than India's wins. I instantly remember the Multan test. Yes, the one famous for Rahul Dravid declaring the innings with Tendulkar stranded on 194 rather than remembering it as a great test victory for the team. Obviously, Sachin was disturbed and he made it known publicly though he later acted as though he was unruffled by it. But who remembers that even Rahul Dravid was batting on 93 when Sourav Ganguly declared in the Sydney test just a few months before Multan test. There was no fuss about it because Dravid created none..<br />
He didn't need a special home series and the standing ovation at Chinnaswamy.<br />
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For all the hundreds Sachin scored, he unfortunately could never finish games with as much consistency as Virat has been doing.<br />
And I think the sooner we get out of this TONDULKAR syndrome and stop idolising only those players who score a TON and start cherishing the victories more than the individual records, the better it will be for our nation..<br />
Hearing Virat Kohli's post match conference, I am pretty sure, while there may or may not be another guy who scores a 100 100s for India, there will fortunately be no other Multan Test in the history of Indian cricket or for that matter that 114 off 147 balls in Mirpur vs Bangladesh to complete his 100th hundred..<br />
"I feel a 100 kilos lighter!" were his words.. 100th 100 was all on his mind, I sometimes wonder!? India lost that match and were knocked out of the Asia Cup..<br />
India has moved on and so should we.<br />
Times of personal glory are gone and it's time to ready ourselves to celebrate another Champions Trophy victory as a team...<br />
If it was like 1990s we would still be saying, "I hope Kohli gets another hundred on Sunday!"<br />
I will just say, "I just hope India beats Pakistan comprehensively!" No matter if Shikhar or Kohli or Rohit get out on 99..<br />
That's how the invincible teams of Australia and West Indies of the past used to play..<br />
Ruthless and boring..<br />
"It's all about making it a routine. We just want to play it as just another game!" as Virat said in the Post match presentation..<br />
Also, something that stood out was how Virat equally credited MS Dhoni for that move to bring in Kedar Jadhav. This camaraderie between an ex skipper and a new skipper is something very soothing and very unheard of in Indian cricket. If you don't think so, just go watch SACHIN's movie and there's a whole section involving the troubled relationship between Sachin and Azhar..<br />
Sachin was undoubtedly the greatest Indian batsman but Kohli is well on his way to becoming India's biggest match winner..<br />
P.S. You might not agree with me on this or you might, but you have to agree that the attitude with which this side is playing is quite akin to the Australia of 1999-2007 phase..<br />
Ruthless and boring..<br />
But Champions nonetheless.. </div>
Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06657428712619058074noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4312805931748449794.post-56794755829663495432017-05-15T20:01:00.001-07:002017-09-20T23:42:37.377-07:00READING BETWEEN THE LINES. <div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
"Ages passed in turning pages..<br />
A few willingly, a few unwillingly..<br />
But as I moved from one alphabet to another,<br />
New words sprouted in front of my eyes,<br />
Enchanted me with their<br />
eloquent rhymes,<br />
Engulfed me deep into their meanings,<br />
But some were raucous,<br />
Some vacuous,<br />
Some inscrutable..<br />
Some jumbled up like half baked facts,<br />
Some naked as truths..<br />
And blatant as lies..<br />
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Some were capricious and chameleonic,<br />
Though they rhymed the same,<br />
Changed their colours when put differently..<br />
Some appeared simple and short,<br />
And they were deeper than I thought.<br />
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And I realized people were words too..<br />
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And as I moved from one chapter to another,<br />
Leaving back the old characters,<br />
A few more words and a few more phrases came and passed me by,<br />
Each left their indelible mark,<br />
An imprint or a scar..<br />
And I again wondered what they meant,<br />
Until I realized that the story never ends,<br />
It only takes a new beginning..<br />
<br />
Words come and go,<br />
Alphabets stay loyal..<br />
Creating a beautiful interplay as they collide and dance to form metaphors on my page.<br />
And as I kept turning and returning to the pages- same old and new,<br />
I learnt not just to read what was written,<br />
But even learnt to read between the lines.. "<br />
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~ Devashish Palkar<br />
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THE HOMECOMING<br />
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"A bandage on my broken arm, a wound in my heart..<br />
Many a pieces I got shattered into, some lost some buried deep..<br />
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The day when enemy bullets ransacked us and we were blown apart..<br />
Now I walk dead buried in the guilt of the promises I could not keep..<br />
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<br />
Yes, we were outnumbered a hundred to seven.<br />
When terrror hit us in the dark of the night..<br />
I am sure they will ask me when we meet in heaven..<br />
If I fought with all my might..<br />
Yes sir, till my broken hand could not lift a gun,<br />
But I promise you even then, I did not run..<br />
Stood there following your order..<br />
Until I collapsed at the border..<br />
Only to be taken in as a survivor..<br />
<br />
Oh you will never know the pain of not being able to pick up the gun,<br />
Oh you will never know the pain of picking up the gun!<br />
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Oh you will never know the guilt of losing a war.<br />
Oh you will never know the pain of winning a war..<br />
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My hands are bloodied, so are theirs..<br />
A bandage on my broken arm, a wound in my heart..<br />
Oh you will never know the pain of coming back alive from the war!!"<br />
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~ Devashish Palkar</div>
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"THE SCAR ON HIS FACE RUNS DEEP!"<br />
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Mayhem in Trauma,<br />
Doctor in coma..<br />
He was meant to serve in the ICU<br />
Not get admitted there himself..<br />
He was meant to heal the wounds,<br />
Not get wounded himself..<br />
The scar on his face runs deep..<br />
<br />
He was meant to fix broken bones,<br />
Not get broken himself..<br />
He was meant to stop the blood,<br />
Not get bloodied himself...<br />
The scar on his face runs deep..<br />
<br />
Pain, misery, agony- he was supposed to heal them,<br />
Not himself feel them..<br />
<br />
Thousand sleepless nights he had stayed awake..<br />
Putting his own health at stake..<br />
Yes, he did want some sleep and rest,<br />
But not at the cost of getting detained for protest..<br />
What an irony, there was nobody who was ready to protect!<br />
How could he keep his soul intact?<br />
Even the law chose to ignore the fact..<br />
Injustice and law had made a wicked pact..<br />
Behind the black blindfolds,<br />
Nobody knew, judiciary had developed a senile cataract..<br />
<br />
The scar on his face runs deep..<br />
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~ "Dr."Devashish Palkar<br />
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(If you respect and care for doctors as much as you care for Sunil Grover/ illegal Tunday Kebab shops in UP, plz share this far and wide till the blind judiciary hears it. It is time to be our own heroes, to raise our own voice because clearly, Media is not interested in our problem. )<br />
#SupportDoctors<br />
#NoViolenceAgainstDoctors</div>
Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06657428712619058074noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4312805931748449794.post-19957091202008298332017-03-08T22:10:00.002-08:002017-03-08T22:10:22.712-08:00CRY FROM THE WOMB- Women's Day Special <div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
CRY FROM THE WOMB-<br />
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''Like a tiny seed sown in a fertile soil,<br />
As I sprout my limbs in my mother's womb..<br />
Still waiting to come out and shout!<br />
I can hear the whispers and see the scorns!<br />
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Minds strategizing to kill me.!<br />
Innovative ways to get rid of me! !<br />
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My heart trembles as my mother weeps,<br />
For the USG detects me to be a girl!<br />
A mortal sin in the whole world?<br />
Will I live to breath the fresh air?<br />
To play in sun and dance in rain?<br />
Will I survive the wintry night?<br />
Will I live to see the light?<br />
For I am a girl, not supposed to fight! !<br />
And this is not just my story but many girls' plight!<br />
Wonder how the story will unfurl?<br />
For I was to be born a girl! ''<br />
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On this Women's day, I just hope and pray that this becomes the last of such stories!<br />
HappyWomens'Day..<br />
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~ Devashish</div>
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