Silence please....

Sister Maria has come ? Where is she ?

Yes Doctor…..You can guess where she will be……..

Hmmm…..Today is her retirement day. When the sent off party will start?

It is scheduled at  6 PM ,doctor. Nurses Association and Management are together conducting the ceremony.

It will be a grant party then. But it is difficult for her to leave after years of service in this hospital. She will be more worried for Asha….

Ha….She is spending most of her time with Asha now days. She lost her last hope when the Court rejected Hospital Management’s Plea last week for Active Euthanasia.

Their medical panel found that she still has strength in her body even after spending 16 years in coma. But Court allowed Passive Euthanasia on its conditions. It is true that her kidney and liver got damaged due to long medication. Because of the uncertainty, this Passive Euthanasia will be more horrible as it give a slow painful death to the patient. As one of the senior staff, you might be aware of her actual case history.

The NET inset

A coin has three sides. The third side is the sum of both sides, even though it might not be so important or might look less attractive than the other sides. In context the third side is very important as it not only supports the both sides, but also divides them . So let me sketch this story on the three sides of a coin now.

ONE SIDE

Hey! What are you doing!!!!!

OH!…no…let me…how marvelous it is?

 I really feel ashamed. Please don’t do this

Oh honey, please. I have never seen this before so close…please fathom.. Let me see it.

Why are you seeing through the mobile cam? You are recording it!!!!

So what…you are not with me all the time. I miss you a lot. It is to see when you are away from me. Please take away your hands.

No. I won’t let you. I am scared.

 

Lonely Hearts

Kamini you still come to this café. Nothing seems to have changed.

Yes…few things will never change in life. Do you remember how much time we spend here chatting on various matters?

Yeah….Puraane dinaanu kaun bhul sakda hei  (who can forget all those days?).

I brought your Mooli ka paratha …have it now.

You have not changed at all Kamini

Huh….hope I could………

Why don’t you marry Kamini ?

Hearsay

ONE FINE MORNING

Ria…What have you written on these pages?

Don’t you know? It is Bun  Mamma. Miss told me to write it 25 times.

Hmmmm……is it Bun? You have written Bum in all pages.

Both are same…..Miss told me it is correct only.

Ria…You wrote it wrong. When you spell a word wrong, its meaning also changes along with it. You should concentrate and listen carefully when your miss tell you something.         Understood? B –U- N is Bun. Change it soon.

Noooo….you search Google and tell me. It is correct only.

Ria…Don’t you think you talk too much. Erase that M and put N in place of M fast. Otherwise I will give good thrash on your bum chick bum now.

Why are you shouting at  the poor child so early in the morning…look at the time….she is getting late for school… get her ready…I will be ready in few minutes.

Hey see….teacher had given her homework to write Bun. She wrote Bum in all pages and she is now unnecessarily arguing with me. Let her finish it now….otherwise even she won’t get breakfast today.

Do it fast Ria…otherwise Mamma will get angry and you will miss school bus today.  

Mauli & a monologue

Who the hell is banging my door?  Mauli!!!!!!

For last few months this harassment was going on.  It was Ramkaran who was responsible for all these things.  He created this dumb and now it has become my responsibility. I knew it. Lord !!! What wrong did I do in my life to get a punishment like this?

“Come in….Queen Victoria. Yes this way….this way….Can’t you wait outside for a while? You thought I died?” Fool… she might be really thinking that I am her Durbaan to open the door for her everyday…. What I had yesterday? I’m having a terrible hangover.….just don’t remember how much I consumed.  Once it’s started then there is no end to it. What a bad habit I have. Really I feel I am a total drunkard now. In no way I can to sleep again, as this stupid will start banging the utensils in the kitchen.  Where is my brush & paste? Ok ! It is here.

MourN

My father told me about the demise of Prabhakar. I had just returned from a long trip. He was my neighbor and was my senior during my school days. A good human being Prabhakar was a civil servant and was working in other city. He was also a leader of some Employees Union. Father told me to visit his house. When I reached there, there was already a crowd waiting for the dead body. It will take some time for the dead body to reach.  I decided to wait as I did not have any important work at home.

The house was full of people. Prabhakar’s family is big and well known in our area.  He was the only son to his parents. I looked around and spotted Mani Shankar, one of prabhakar's uncles sitting. Mani Shankar was a retired Army officer. Other than visiting the military canteen & the pensioner’s club once in a month, his main past time was to question each and every irregularity and odds of the society and the system. He fought against red tape bureaucracy in all government departments. He had even filed several Public Interest Litigation (PIL) in court to regulate the system and its people. He did not believe in taking the help of middle men called “Advocates” in these proceedings. It was part of his policy and was an economical decision too. In this way he was famous in the locality. Visiting the court was his passion and routine too. There was a rumor making the rounds that he would visit the court even on Sundays and holidays too just to make sure that the court was really not working on those days.

Moan

Duke was playing with a dewdrop on a beautiful morning. When he tried to touch the dew drop, it ran away from him all over the big leaf.  The grass and flowers were damp with dew.  They were shining like gems due to the reflection of suns rays on them. He was not alone over there; one cuckoo was sitting on a branch of Cherry tree and was curiously watching him play.  Suddenly as duke's attention got diverted by the birds coo Kuuuooooooo, his finger ran over the dew and crushed it.  Thus Duke broke the dew.

He felt strange suddenly.   It was a silent valley surrounded by mountains… a vast green grass land with a small lake and a river flowing through the hilly rocks. The shrubs were blooming with colorful flowers making a beautiful contrast in the green meadows. Far away there was a huge mountain…its snow capped peak trying to touch the sky.   

Morals

The Civil Aviation Authority has presented the investigation report of the Moongra Hills plane crash incident, which claimed lives of 182 passengers including its crew members to the Court of Inquiry. It clearly indicates the disaster was caused by the pilot's error. Black box recordings reveal that the control tower repeatedly told the pilot that he is heading in the wrong direction. Also the co-pilot  asked the pilot very loudly to take the plane up, but it was very late before he could have done it.

She switched off the TV and sat down on the sofa. One person’s mistake can destroy hundred lives. Who was to blame? What fault was it of the passengers eagerly waiting to see their beloved? Hundreds of dreams crashed along with the plane and died a silent death. Some time God too act like a sadist. He punish innocent people for no fault of theirs?

Moksha

                                                  

Pumnamno narakadyastu trayate pitaram sutah
tasmat putra iti proktah svayameva swayambhuva
Because a son of his own, by birth, saves a father from the hell called “PUT” is called PUTRA.

{Shloka ::!38/ Chapter :: 9 /Manusmriti}

Fold your hands and  invite the spirit of your father to give offering and Say……

“Om Agachaantu mi pitar emaam grihantu jalaan jalim”

Remember your  father in mind and be close to his soul

“ Kashyapa Gotra Asmati Pita Shiv Shankar Nath…

Vasuroopa tripyatamidam Tilodakam”

Til ke saath teen baar Ganga Jal daalo ( Pour the water of Ganges along with seasame seed 3 times.)

Gangajalam Vaa

Gangajalam Vaa

Gangajalam Vaa

Tasmey swadha Namaha

Ambika was sitting at the back yard of her house.  For the last two days she had not done any work..  Pandit ji was now waiting outside.  What should I answer him? Mind is hollow….there is something deeply wrenching at the depth of my heart.  The sky was overcast…ready to shed tears???  It was a rainy day toowhen I stepped into Seth house with Ganga mausi.