Dr. Anil Roy, PCMC speaks
(Translation by Hanumant Landge)
कोविड व्हायरस खरोखर कधीच गेला नाही. ते क्षीण झाले आणि क्षीण झाले, उत्परिवर्तित झाले, जगाच्या लोकसंख्येला नकळत घेऊन गेले, लाखो लोकांना मृत्यूचे दरवाजे दाखवले, मुले अनाथ, महिला विधवा, कुटुंबातील कमावत्या सदस्यांना घेऊन गेले. याने श्रीमंत किंवा गरीब दोघांनाही वाचवले नाही….तो एक महान तुल्यबळ होता ज्याने अतुलनीय दुःख आणले. लोकांनी नोकऱ्या गमावल्या, व्यवसाय तुटले, शक्तिशाली राष्ट्रांना हादरवून सोडले आणि जेव्हा आम्हाला वाटले की आम्ही व्हायरसवर मात केली आहे …….येथे OMICRON किंवा B .1.1.529 येतो.
हे एक नवीन, जोरदारपणे उत्परिवर्तित, भयानक, वेगाने पसरणारे आणि कदाचित प्राणघातक आहे. स्नायू दुखणे आणि एक-दोन दिवस बरे न वाटणे ही लक्षणे एक सौम्य आजार म्हणून दिसून येतात. काहींना थोडासा खोकला होऊ शकतो. दक्षिण आफ्रिकेतील अहवालानुसार कोणतीही प्रमुख लक्षणे नाहीत. याला आळा घालण्यासाठी सरकारे आधीच कृती करण्याच्या तयारीत आहेत. आधीच थकलेल्या वैद्यकीय समुदायाला या उत्परिवर्तनाचा सामना करण्यासाठी सज्ज व्हावे लागेल.
रिसेप्टर बाइंडिंग डोमेन (विषाणूचा भाग जो आपल्या शरीराच्या पेशींशी प्रथम संपर्क साधतो) मध्ये @ 10 उत्परिवर्तन आहेत असे म्हटले जाते, ज्याने जगाला वेढले आहे अशा डेल्टा प्रकारासाठी फक्त दोनच्या तुलनेत, स्पाइक प्रोटीनचे 30 पेक्षा जास्त उत्परिवर्तन, जे बहुतेक लसींचे लक्ष्य आहे. मूळ स्ट्रेन वापरून तयार केलेल्या लसी कदाचित तितक्या प्रभावी नसतील. हे चिंतेचे रूप म्हणून लेबल केले आहे. आपण या ओमिक्रॉनचा सामना कसा करू?
भारतालाही विषाणूच्या क्रोधाचा सामना करावा लागला, तरीही युरोप किंवा अमेरिकेच्या तुलनेत आपल्याकडे कमी मृत्यू झाला. आमच्या आरोग्याच्या पायाभूत सुविधांमध्ये सुरुवातीला उणीव आढळून आली असली तरी ती खूप लवकर बदलली आणि अपग्रेड झाली. आरोग्य कर्मचारी विलक्षण होते, त्यांना घरबसल्या सुसूत्रता मिळाली, लसीकरणानेही जलद गतीने काम केले, नागरिक, राजकारणी, व्यापारी आणि वैद्यकीय बांधवांनी सुटकेचा नि:श्वास सोडला आणि मग….हे.
आपण काय केले पाहिजे??? प्रथम, मूलभूत गोष्टींकडे परत. नियमितपणे हात धुवा, नियमितपणे मास्क वापरा, सुरक्षित अंतर ठेवा, तुमचे लसीचे शॉट्स घ्या, वृद्ध आणि असुरक्षित लोकांचे लसीकरण करा, गर्दी टाळा, चांगले वेंटिलेशन ठेवा, अवांछित किंवा संभाव्य संक्रमित ठिकाणांचा प्रवास टाळा. या उत्परिवर्तनाला आमच्या राज्यांमध्ये प्रवेश करण्यापासून कसे रोखता येईल यासाठी तुमच्या योजना तयार करा. कोविड योग्य वर्तनाची काटेकोरपणे अंमलबजावणी होत असल्याची खात्री करा. सर्वांनी डोस आणि बूस्टर दोन्हीसाठी लसीकरण केल्याची खात्री करा. ज्यांना लसीचे दोन्ही डोस घेतले आहेत त्यांनाच आंतरराज्य प्रवास प्रतिबंधित करा. उद्यान आणि उद्यानांसारख्या सार्वजनिक ठिकाणी फक्त लसीकरणास परवानगी द्या. प्रेक्षागृहे, मॉल्स, सिनेमा हॉल यांनी देखील केवळ पूर्ण लसीकरण केलेल्या लोकांनाच प्रवेश द्यावा आणि सर्वांनी कोविडचे योग्य वर्तन पाळावे याची खात्री करावी. अफवा पसरवणे थांबवा, घाबरू नका, नको असलेल्या, मूर्ख आणि अवैज्ञानिक ज्ञानाचा व्हॉट्स अॅप कारखाना बंद करा. परिस्थितीचा फायदा घेऊन या संभाव्य नव्या लाटेला आपले खिसे भरण्याची संधी बनवण्याचा प्रयत्न करणार नाही, अशी शपथ घ्या.
दक्षिण आफ्रिकेतून एक हजाराहून अधिक प्रवासी भारतात पोहोचले आहेत जिथे असंख्य रुग्णांमध्ये या उत्परिवर्तनाची चाचणी सकारात्मक आढळून आली आहे. त्यांना क्वारंटाईन केले आहे याची आम्हाला खात्री करावी लागेल. त्यांची चाचणी केली पाहिजे आणि त्याचप्रमाणे त्यांच्या सर्व संपर्कांचीही, त्यांना त्रास देऊ नये. यापूर्वीच दक्षिण आफ्रिकेतून बंगळुरू येथे आलेल्या दोन व्यक्तींची चाचणी पॉझिटिव्ह आली आहे. आपल्यासाठी आपत्ती ओढवू शकणार्या इतर गोष्टींचा प्रसार रोखण्यात मदत करण्यासाठी आपण खूप दक्ष राहू या.
मूळ प्रश्नावर येत असताना, प्रशासन वेळेवर आटोक्यात आणण्यात अपयशी ठरले, तर त्यांच्या चुकीच्या निर्णयामुळे आपण अडचणीत येऊ. डॉक्टरांना जबाबदारी घेऊ द्या, त्यांना काय करायचे ते ठरवू द्या. डॉक्टरांना पूर्ण अधिकार द्या, काय आणि कसे करावे याचा त्यांचा निर्णय अंतिम असावा… कृपया राजकारणी आणि नोकरशहा यांना यापासून दूर ठेवा, ते गोंधळातच भर घालू शकतात.
सरकारने सर्व निर्णय आणि कृती डॉक्टर आणि वैद्यकीय बंधुत्वाकडे सोपवण्याचा निर्णय घेण्याची अपेक्षा करतो जेणेकरून आम्ही या लाटेशी अधिक चांगल्या प्रकारे लढू शकू आणि जीव वाचविण्यात मदत करू. चला ते मान्य करूया, हे डॉक्टरांचे डोमेन आहे, त्यांना चांगले माहीत आहे. चला डॉक्टरांना मागे बसू देऊ नका.
The covid virus never really went away. It waxed and waned, mutated, took the world population unawares, showed the doors of death to hundreds of thousands, left children orphans, women widows, took away earning members of families. It spared neither rich nor poor….It was a great equaliser which brought misery unparalleled. People lost jobs, businesses broke, shook powerful nations and just when we thought we had overcome the virus …….Here comes OMICRON or B .1.1.529.
Its a new, heavily mutated, horrible, fast spreading and perhaps lethal. It is said to present as a mild disease with symptoms being sore muscles and tiredness for a day or two not feeling well. Some might have a slight cough. There are no prominent symptom as per reports from South Africa. Already this is getting governments into frenzy of action to stop it. The medical fraternity , already exhausted has to gear up to face this mutant.
The receptor binding domain (the part of the virus that makes first contact with our body’s cells), is said to have @ 10 mutations compared to just two for the Delta variant that swept the world,supposedly more than 30 mutations of the spike protein, which is the target of most vaccines. The vaccines, which were designed using the original strain, may not be as effective. It is labelled as a variant of concern. How do we face this Omicron?
India too faced the wrath of the virus, yet unlike Europe or America we had lesser mortalities. Our health infrastructure though found lacking initially really moved and upgraded very quickly. The health staff was fantastic, they got the house in order, vaccination too worked at a rapid pace, the citizens, politicians, buisnessmen and medical fraternity heaved half a sigh of relief and then….This.
What should we do??? First, back to basics. Washing hands regularly, use a mask regularly, keep safe distance, take your vaccine shots, vaccinate the aged and vulnerable, avoid crowds, have good ventillation, avoid travel to unwanted or likely infected destinations. Get your plans ready on how to prevent this mutant from penetrating our states. Ensure covid appropriate behaviour is implemented strictly. Ensure all get vaccinated for both the doses and booster too if recommended. Restrict interstate travel to only those who have had both doses of the vaccine. Allow only the vaccinated into public areas like parks and gardens. Auditoriums, malls, cinema halls too should admit only fully vaccinated people and ensure all follow covid appropriate behaviour. Stop spreading rumours, do not panic, stop the whats app factory of unwanted , foolish and unscientific knowledge. Take an oath that we shall not try to make this possible new wave into an opportunity to fill our pockets, taking advantage of the situation .
Over a thousand travellers have reached india from South Africa where this mutant has been tested positive in numerous patients . We will have to ensure that they are quarantined. They should be tested and so should all their contacts, they should not be harrassed . Already two persons who arrived at Bangalore from South Africa have tested positive . Let’s be very vigilant in helping prevent spread else that could spell disaster for us.
Coming to the moot question, if the administration fails in containing it on time, due to their misguided fancy decisions , we are in for trouble. Let the doctors take charge, let them decide what is to be done. Give doctors the full powers, their decision on what and how it should be done should be final…… Please keep the politician and the bureaucrat away from it, they can only add to the confusion.
Looking forwards to the government taking a decision to hand over all decisions and actions to doctors and medical fraternity so that we fight this wave better and help save lives. Let’s accept it, this is a doctor’s domain, they know best. Let’s not allow the doctors to take the backseat.
A fire broke out on 6.11.2021 at 11am on the ground floor of the Ahmednagar civil hospital, where 17 patients were admitted, of which 15 were on either ventilator or oxygen support. 11 died. A medical officer and three staff nurses were arrested on charges of causing death by negligence and culpable homicide not amounting to murder.
A short circuit is suspected to be the cause of the blaze according to the chief fire officer of the city. Reports say that the district Collector stated that a fire audit had been carried out at the hospital. But according to the fire officer the work of installing necessary safety systems was incomplete due to “want of funds.
It is a tragedy, who is to be blamed??? ………The doctors and nursing staff have been made scapegoats, suspended, terminated and arrested. Why??. Did they cause the fire?..Whose job was it to ensure a fire never took place?? Are they being questioned? What do you mean by “lack of funds”.. Were the doctors and nurses supposed to fund the work.
It was a covid ICU…These doctors and staff have been working day and night here to save patients lives ever sine the pandemic started, no rest, no sleep, no holidays…Only the risk of getting infected. Were the doctors and staff supposed to check the fire systems or install them, were they supposed to douse the fire. Was it not enough that they worked sincerely in the covid wards and ICU bravely , never complaining. Then why are they made the scapegoats. Who was supposed to ensure the fire alarms, sprinklers, smoke detectors and extinguishers were in place, are they being questioned . Who was responsible for providing adequate funds in time, have they been questioned, NO……They are all scot free…….The medical fraternity is a group of timid humans….They only know to love and serve….And this is what they get…….. Disgusting. No politician, social groups or so called human rights activists come forward to defend them, no bureaucrat defends them…..They all find pleasure in blaming them, punishing them.
Where is the justice ?? Why cant the judiciary see the truth before placing them into police custody. Why dont judges ask….Who built the ICU, who supplied the equipment, who was the electrial contractor….After all it was supposedly a short circuit that caused the fire. Does the judiciary ask who was responsible for not providing the funds needed. NO. The easiest way out, arrest a few doctors a d nurses to show action has been taken, and save the skins of the real culprits.
Another moot point…..Where is the unity amongst doctors and the para medical staff. Except for the local doctors and paramedics no one seems to utter a word of protest . The Indian Medical Association makes feeble noises, nothing concrete. This must change, it’s utter injustice towards the medical fraternity……….The real heroes of the Covid pandemic sentenced to grave injustice . My condolences to the families who lost their near and dear ones
Ahmednagar is in Maharashtra, India
Two siblings of human nature, both beautiful, one more than the other……..The ability to understand and share the feelings of another, is how the dictionary defines empathy. It simply means awareness and understanding of the feelings and emotions of other people. It is how we as individuals understand what others are experiencing as if we were feeling it ourselves. Sympathy is defined by the dictionary as feelings of pity and sorrow for someone else’s misfortune. Feeling sympathy means you feel sorry or sad for someone’s situation, even if you’ve never been there yourself.
Sympathy normally comes naturally to humans, it’s not difficult to feel sorry for others, at times it is not expressed , only felt yet many a times it is seen in small actions. Hari had lost his father all of 76 years, the cremation was just over. His friends had gathered at the crematorium, as they left each one approached Hari to take leave, some folded their hands in respect, others tapped him on the shoulders and some hugged him briefly . Each one felt sorry for Hari, each ones reaction was different , all felt sad for him……There was sympathy in their hearts. At the same time there were people who felt, so what? 76 is old age and die each one has to. The incident failed to ignite the feelings of sympathy, they failed to understand Hari’s sadness, that’s because the animal instincts in them overpowered their human instincts. Inspite of this they too patted or embraced Hari as they left, that was a social compulsion, their show of sympathy was socially motivated.
In a similar manner there hundreds of occasions where you feel sad or have sympathy for others during your lifetime , a class mate fails his exams, you sympathise, a friend who just failed to get admission to a college of his choice, you sympathise , your sibling didn’t get selected to the school football team, all these are instances where one feels sad or sympathises for the others failures or losses. Humans, the normally oriented will always naturally sympathise with others in their grief, bad times and sadness……….It is basic human nature, but beyond this and most important is to Empathise.
The naughty boy flung a stone at the barking dog. It hit the stray on his hind legs and it wailed in pain..It couldn’t run now, it was limping. Roshan was witnessing this, as the dog wailed , Roshan felt the pain in his legs too, he looked angrily at the naughty boy and shooed him away. He walked towards the injured dog but it was scared and kept limping away. Roshan stopped , bent down and called out to the dog who slowly halted and then limped towards him. Roshan could understand the dogs feelings, his pain, he could experience the dogs misfortune….He could empathise with the dogs situation. This is not just sympathising. This is one of the greatest character that humans posses ….Empathy.
Arjun worked as a multipurpose worker with the primary health center . He carried the vaccine carrier and other medicines as he gridded along the wet muddy train along with the auxillary nurse midwife and the attendant on their way for an immunization session. As they reached the village he noticed two children at home who were lying on the mud verandah. They looked ill. The mother was sitting alongside and stichting their worn and torn dresses. He enquired as to what was wrong, the mother said nothing, the small girly wailed she was hungry. The mother tried to shut her up. One look again at the children and Arjun knew they were really hungry. Thin and emaciated, anemic and malnourished. Their father worked far away in the city and probably hadn’t sent any money. The mother had nothing to feed the children, she too looked emaciated. Arjun sat down beside them, opened his tiffin and motioned to the children to join him. His tiffin was packed with 5 bhakris( sorghum bread). He had a voracious appetite and so his wife always packed his tiffin with excess food. The children slowly moved toward him, he offered them a bhakri each with the vegetable curry. The mother looked the other way. He realised that she too hadn’t had any food. He asked to get some water and a plate. As she got them he put two bhakris and some curry into the plate and pushed it towards her. He could see and feel their hunger, the bhakri that was left he started to eat. He watched them all eat slowly, their eyes wet. He understood their situation, he felt satiated as he saw them eat. No one spoke, they were thankful for the meal, he was happy he understood their situation and could help . This is how he empathised with them. The beauty of human nature. Empathy is gods gift to human nature and behaviour. Nothing can explain the happiness one gets and the happiness one spreads when you empathise.
To have the twin qualities of sympathy and empathy surely makes the world a happier place to live in. When you empathise the God within you comes alive.
Newtons first law of motion or the law of inertia states that a body at rest persists in its state of rest, and a body in motion remains in constant motion along a straight line unless acted upon by an external force.
A tired child in deep slumber with sweet dreams will continue to sleep unless woken up by physically shaking him up to break his sweet sleep, else the kid will continue to enjoy his sleep. Imagine a small kid running towards his mother for her to pick him up, nothing will stop him from reaching her, but if you try to obstruct his path by force he will take a detour but find the path to be in his mother’s arms. How well Newton’s first law of motion gels with our daily life activities. It’s not just physics but human actions in real life also always follow Newton’s first law.
The second law of motion states that the rate of change of momentum of a body over time is directly proportional to the force applied, and occurs in the same direction as the applied force.
The teacher insisted the student repeat the poem again and again till he could say it at a single stretch flawlessly. Initially the student repeated after the teacher slowly and carefully. After several repetitions the speed of the student improved , now he would not repeat after the teacher, he now recited along with the teacher . The force exerted by the teacher had the desired effect. The student had mastered the poem. The directions of the teacher was being followed, the change in the momentum at which the student could recite the poem was exactly proportional to the force exerted by the teacher . Newton’s second law was being followed.
Newton’s Third Law of Motion states that for every action, there is an equal and opposite reaction.
I was was all of nine years old. The boy I was playing with was irritating me, I couldn’t bear it any longer, Zap… I slapped him, the sound was resonating , a wry smile developed across my face. Good , he needed it …..and then suddenly for no reason I could feel the slap in my face, it was painful and burning, the sound was again resonating in my ears. No one had slapped me , yet I felt being slapped with an equally hard force as I had used. Was it the reaction to my action?? My little mind understood one thing, what you give you get back. I hadn’t yet studied Newton’s laws, his third law of motion which stated that every action has an equal and opposite reaction had just come into play. The Newton in me had already understood the theory. Newton studied the laws of physics, my tender age taught me the laws of psychology, it wasn’t any different from the laws of physics, whatever you give you get back equally if not more. Just like the biblical proverb, you reap as you sow.
The children were standing in front of the local grocery shop, they were purchasing sweets, candies or lollipops. A child, dusky and in worn out clothes stood at the rear, his eyes on the children and mind longing for the sweets. He had no money, so he just stood there. An old man maybe in his eighties nearly toothless and in unkept clothes stood behind the children, calling out yo the shopkeeper to give him a bundle of bidis. He pushed a 50 paise coin towards the shopkeeper who passed on to him the bundle of bidis and a 20 paise coin. The old man took out a bidi from the bundle and lit it, as he inhaled and let out a circle ring of smoke his eyes fell on the boy who hadn’t any money to buy sweets . He felt sad for the boy and called him to his side and put the 20paise coin he had into the boys pocket gesturing to him to buy some sweets for himself too. The boy was initially reluctant to take the money but the craving for the sweets got the better of him and he pushed the coin onto the the shopkeepers counter and bought 4 orange candies. He eyes lit up on seeing the candies in his hand, two in each, suddenly he was happy and he happines showed on his face and wide smile. He looked at the old man and smiled, slowly walked across to him and handed over two candies. The old man shook his head, no he said, he didn’t want them, the boy kept insisting. The old man looked at the boys face, how happy it was !! He could feel the boys happiness. The old man has finished his bidi, the boy kept insisting the old man have the candy too , so he took them and popped them into his mouth. He hadn’t eaten candies in decades,the tangy taste of the candy send his mind hurtling seven decades into the past, he was a little boy again, he was a child again, the happines that encompassed him was unexplainable. Again the third law of Newton had been followed ….. .the action of the old man in bringing happines to the little boy was having its reaction…..the old man was as happy too.
Why Newton or men after him were unable or didn’t relate his laws of motion to human behaviour one shall never know. Each of Newton’s laws of motion can easily be extrapolated to human behaviour and actions in our day to day lives. There are innumerable examples that can be quoted to justify this. Hope this blogs brings out the Newton in each one of us.
Have you ever thought of these different personalities, how their job status differs yet their work profiles are nearly the same. Not many have perhaps tried to study in depth the realities of these different professions , one highly appreciated and loved , the others looked down upon. The air hostess is a glamorous proffesion, a high flying job. The sweepers, waiters jobs finds no glamour, no one would want to be one. All of them have their uniforms, all are well paid , they all cater to the public yet they are looked at differently.
Shantabai was the lady who cleared our garbage, cleaned our gutters . She was the sweeper in our locality . Shantabai wore the blue saree, the Municipal dress or uniform for sweepers then. The saree was mostly unkept and not very clean, she never cared. The chappals she had were worn out and dirty. Broom in hand she would sweep the streets , collect the garbage and carry them over to the huge garbage bin. She would clear the small gutters in front of our houses and the other open drains. She would call out to all families to pour some water into the gutters while she cleaned it. She would sit under the tree to take some rest in between. She usually lit a bidi while taking the break and would inhale deeply on the bidi smoke. After a while she would be back on the street. She would collect all our garbage and food leftover so that our homes would remain clean, alongside she would lecture us on segregation at source and home composting.She also would sell us Brooms, which she would make in her spare time. That was an additional source of income. After the days work was over , she would go back home , take care of her family , rest and get ready to repeat the same chores for the next day. She did her job well, the residents were satisfied, but no one ever seemed to appreciate her work, not a single kind word for her. The job though necessary to all was looked down upon.
Neelam was the smart, good-looking kid in the neighbourhood who had recently been selected for the job of an air hostess with a reputed airline . She had been working for 5 months now. Smart uniform, dark blue skirts, dark blue stockings pulled over her legs, black heeled shoes, a small cap, name plate across her chest, hair well done and tied into a bun, deodarant sprayed across her body, eye brows well done. She looked smart and beautiful. She had a decent paycheck and was happy with her job.
Today was her off day, no flight duty today. She woke to the sound of Shantabai asking to dump the garbage for her to collect. She picked up the garbage bag, opened the door and handed it over to Shantabai. She smiled at her and inquired if she was well, Yes said Shantabai and asked Neelam whether it was an off day for her. Shantabai colleted the garbage into her wheel barrow and moved ahead to the next house. Neelam stood there looking as Shantabai moved ahead, what a similarity she thought. Shantabai too had a blue dress just as she had. The only difference was, it was a saree unlike her suited skirt, ofcourse the saree was unclean unlike her dress which was always spic and span. Shantabai too was collecting peoples garbage moving from door to door just as she collected garbage from the passengers, seat to seat before the flights landed. Shantabai picked up garbage strewn around and put them into the barrow just as she did on the flights. How similar their jobs were she thought. Shantabai kept the locality clean, she her aeroplane clean ready for the next flight. Shantabai had a few brooms stacked at the side of her barrow, she would keep asking every resident if they would like to buy one. She would be all smiles when she could sell one. Neelam reminicened, she too would be trying to sell things, cofee, tea, cold drinks, sandwich, nuts and what not on the flights to passengers, she too would be all smiles if she could manage a sale, her commission would be there. Their jobs were different, the work they did was nearly similar.
Neelam closed the door and took the tooth brush and paste. As she brushed her teeth pictures of her job crossed her mind. Getting ready for take off, she would be demonstrating to the passengers how to tie seat belts and all safety measures, Shantabai too talked to people and demonstrated how to segregate waste at source and the importance of home composting. How funny, they both did educate the public in their own ways. Each time as the flights got ready for landing Neelam would walk along the asile , garbage bag in hand collecting leftovers and trash from each passenger to keep the aeroplane clean for the next flight. That was exactly what Shantabai did in her locality daily , what a striking similarity in their jobs she thought.
The pictures of her pushing the food cart and handing over meals to passengers came to her mind, that’s what waiters did in restaurants, she was doing the same in the flight. She collected the cash too, so she was the cashier too!! Clients called out to waiters for a glass of water when thirsty, on the flight passengers pressed the bell for water which she carried for them. Her thoughts went across to Laxman, the waiter at her favourite nearby restaurant. Laxman was well dressed in his maroon shirt and pant uniform. He too moved from table to table telling the customers what food the restaurant had to offer, asking them what they would like to have. He then took down orders and carried them on a tray to serve them on the tables. Yet Laxman’s job didn’t have the glamour her job had, though both of them were actually doing the same thing.
Air hostess she was. A waiter, cleaner, garbage picker and peddler selling wares all rolled into one. Yet there was glamour in the name….Air hostess. The sweeper, the waiter, the house to house peddler selling his wares all worked hard and earned their living but had no great status in society. The airhostess had status, glamour though she was doing exactly the same work that they were doing.
What’s in a name they said. Its there for sure, the name airhostess is a fine example of this. It has an identity, credibility and a psychological advantage. The work profiles may be the same but the name matters!!.
Prayer is an invocation to a person or an object of worship. Prayer seeks to establish a communication, rapport, relationship with that person or object of worship. It is a act of pleading for help, gain or just Thanksgiving. Whether a person is religious or not, whichever religion he follows or even an atheist will at some point in life have definitely prayed . It could be for help , forgiveness, for benefits or just peace of mind.
Irrespective of, to whom the prayer is made, in whatever form, alone or with others , silently in ones mind or loudly, whenever it is answered it gives happiness and peace of mind to the person praying for it. The prayer could be to your teacher asking for a leave , to the judge in court, to a diety, to a imaginary god, to idols of worship or any one. An infants cry is also a prayer, it’s asking for milk, it’s a prayer to the mother who obliges with love, just an example that prayers stand answered . What is normally thought of as a prayer is usually to God. In every religion there are prayers written by our forefathers , be it Hindu, Christian, Zoroastrian,Muslim,or Sikh, Jain or Buddhist. Even tribals have their own gods and ways of prayers .There are prescribed prayers of various modalities. Depending on which religion you are born into, right from child hood one comes to learn them and recite them. Some pray religiously others just say them without any conviction. But pray everyone does.
Having been born into a Orthodox christian family from Kerala, India, naturally I learnt my prayers too. Not well versed in my mother tongue that is Malayalam, I learnt them all in English . At the school I went too, a Swiss missionary convent, I learnt my morning prayers, before and after meal prayers and my evening prayers . All of these prayers mentioned no god or religion , they were of Thanksgiving and help to keep me safe throughout the day. I never disliked them, saying them did make me feel at peace and thankful for all I was given. Not being overtly religious I never tried to analyse any prayer deeply . But pray I did.
The prayers taught to me at home were the Lord’s prayer, Hail Mary and the Nicene creed. The Lord’s prayer I loved, it mentioned no religion, it named no gods, it was a simple prayer of Thanksgiving, prayer for help , food, and forgiveness . Yes, the prayer itself is attributed to Jesus Christ. In the Gospel of Luke 11:1-4, Jesus teaches the Lord’s Prayer to his disciples when one of them asks, “Lord, teach us to pray.” … It is one of the most commonly prayed prayers by people of all Christian faiths. Everything covered in a short sweet and simple way. My difficulty incoming to terms with that there is a god or my tendency towards being more of an atheist didn’t let me say the other prayers often but the Lord’s prayer I loved and believed in. “Give us this day our daily bread”… so simple and logical , I shouldn’t go hungry. ‘ you are not asking for a years stock, only your daily need. Forgive us our sins and trespasses as we forgive them who trespass against us‘ clear and loud….”Lead us not into temptation but deliver us from evil”……Everything in this prayer is simple, straight, clear. That’s the reason it had always been my favourite .
The fact that I was born into a Christian family didn’t stop stop me from looking beyond my religion. I was brought up in the developed and cosmopolitan state of Maharashtra in India. I had friends from all religions , I enjoyed and took part in all their festivals too. I learnt prayers from many if these religions too. I had read the Bible , I read the Upanishad, Vedas, Mahabharat, Ramayan , the Holy Koran and other religious texts too . I somehow never really believed any other prayer too.
Then this incident happened. The prayer that I got to know about was a powerful prayer . The moment I heard it , I knew it had something in it unlike other prayers. Mahamrityunjay mantra…… A most powerful prayer. A hindu prayer written long ago. It finds mention in the vedas..Rig-Veda to yajurved . Mahamrityunjay means that person who has defeated death, who has overcome death. Maha Mrityunjaya Mantra, protects us from our deepest fear – Fear of death
oṃ tryambakaṃ yajāmahe
mṛtyormukṣīya māmṛtāt ॥. Worship that fragrant Shiva of three eyes, the one who nourishes all living entities.
May he help us severe our bondage with samsara by making us realise that we are never separated from our immortal nature. Source: Maha Mrityunjaya Mantra, Rigved 7.59.12
This mantra has to been attributed to various persons,Rishi Markandeya,
Shukracharya, spiritual head of demons, it is said that Shiva gave this mantra to them, yet
– another says is said to have been composed by Maharishi Vashishtha. Mantras are eternal truths which were discovered by Rishis or Sages who dwelled on specific aspects of life and living. These truths will never change or cease to exist.
Now the true story which will give an idea of how powerful a prayer can be. It was some time in 2006 or 2007. I had developed a vague vibrating feeling in my epigastrium with dull pain which was not responding to any treatment. My colleague Dr Patil advised a ultrasound to rule out anything. My friend Dr Sanjay Pote accompanied me to the radiologist , Dr Sanjay Gosavi who too was a common friend and college mate. After having the ultrasound done Dr Gosavi suggested we do a CT scan. He said just to be doubly sure, nothing was wrong, of course that didn’t convince me, but I agreed a little fear crept into me. The scan took too long than normal , I was very apprehensive by now. After we were done with the scan he explained that there is some lump , growth along my stomach and further investigation would be needed . I drove back home but didn’t discuss the matter with anyone at home. Next day I went to an oncosurgeon friend of mine, Dr Shailesh Punthambekar and showed the reports to him. One look at the scan film and he said it looked to be a leiomyoma , he inquired as to who the patient was, little knowing that these were my own scan reports. He said nothing to worry , a surgery would help. When I told him it was my own reports he was taken aback. We were classmates at the medical college and good friends. Then he sat back having a relook and suggested we go for a MRI . I drove back home, involuntarily the Lord’s prayer on my lips. I still didn’t disclose the matter home.
It was during these days that he person who had rented my office had disappeared without paying my rents for over three months. I had broken open the office premises and taken custody of the office . While rummaging through his belongings in the office I came across many CDs, which I carried back with me. When in my Tata safari SUV I put one of those CD into the player, a deep husky voice was heard explaining the Mahamrityunjay mantra. What it meant, how who so ever recited or heard it could conquer death. The atheist in me was unwilling to accept that any mantra could save me, but the wonderful voice reciting the mantra , the husky voice explaining it kept me stuck to it. This continued daily , for the next week or so the only CD played in my vehicle was the Mahamrityunjay mantra. The drive from my home to the hospital I worked in, at Akurdi was hardly a kilometer, I deliberately drove slowly to work hearing the mantra two or three times and before leaving the hospital and same while travelling back home daily. There was a inner peace of mind, the fear of any possibility of death vanished from me. The Lord’s prayer I said and repeated a million times at bed time, that put me to sleep peacefully , two prayers one I was used to and another that had visited me changed my mindset about the reports and what could happen to me. No more fear, in my subconscious I knew I had conquered death.
During this period my chief officer Dr Iyer had come to see me at A kurdi hospital. I informed him of the reports, the diagnosis and my pending MRI investigation. He just said don’t worry nothing will happen, I don’t know why but I smiled yo myself and said to myself , I know nothing will happen.
A week later my friend Dr Pote and myself drove to Nobel Hospital, where Dr Sanjay Gosavi had his MRI setup. Dr Gosavi had a talk with Dr Shailesh on exactly what he wanted in the MRI, what he was suspecting and looking for. I was told it would take approximately 45 minutes. I was wheeled into the room put to the MRI machine, the aircon was at max and it was cold . Somehow I was cool, no thoughts passed my mind. The two powerful prayers that I had discovered were recited by me in my subconscious. The procedure took more time , I was more than an hour in the machine, suddenly scary thoughts again passed my mind, was it worse, why were they taking so much time, had they found out something worse, the prayer and the mantra again played in my mind, I wasn’t saying it, but I could hear and feel it being recited. Then suddenly the purring of the machine stopped, the doors opened and I was wheeled back to the changing room. I immediately changed, dressed and went to the doctors room, both Dr Pote and Dr Gosavi were looking at the plates , were a bit confused and perhaps worried . I looked at them and they at me , not a word was uttered, then suddenly Dr Gosavi spurted out, “Boss, there’s nothing to be seen, that’s why we were retaking shots, the lump,Tumor seen in the CT scan had just vanished“. Then they smiled, laughed aloud, happy for me. I just stood there a smile on my lips and the prayers again in my mind. Miracles do happen.
I came back home with all the reports, told my wife and mother of the happenings of the last week . They were wild, how could I have hidden the facts from then, they accused me of being irresponsible, I tried to explain that I did want them to be worried. It was difficult convincing them, but the reports showed it all. As for my self I slept peacefully that night, Dr Gosavi had informed Dr Shailesh of the MRI findings, none was sure why it was so, maybe they said the one seen in the scan was an artefact, maybe, but that didn’t explain my complaints, which too surprisingly vanished . Just to reconfirm had a gastroscopy done with all negative results.
Next morning I got ready to go to work , full of energy. As I started my SUV and pressed the play button, no sounds, checked the player, the CD was missing. I searched my vehicle, office and home, it was not to be found anywhere. For the next few weeks I searched in vain, I never found it. Perhaps it’s work was over , it had rested itself .
After this I tried purchasing the mantra CD , on three different occasions I did, but it never worked on my players. I accepted that perhaps it was done with me, it needed to help others too. I gave up trying to get another one ever. The experience is difficult for another person to understand, but I have gone through it. Prayer is a powerful tool I have accepted, for me The Lord’s prayer and the Mahamrityunjay mantra will always remain a comforting prayer until I live. Prayers need not be to any god, it needs to be sincere, and the confidence that it will be answered.
Organized by the World Heart Federation, World Heart Day is a global campaign during which individuals, families, communities, around the world participate in activities to create and spread awareness about heart health .
Should we have such a day? is the moot question . Or is it another modus operandi of frightening the people all over the world to induce them to go in for a multitude of tests, investigations, meet doctors and spent their hard earned money. The people more interested in others hearts seems to be the medical brotherhood taking cover under the world heart federation. Creating awareness creates doubts in peoples minds, when doubts are created it creates fear, the fear of death, the gullible and scared will now visit their doctors . The physician is thrilled, one day of awareness and so many new suspect heart patients. Fear is the key. Instill fear in humans by creating more awareness , bring them to the doorstep of the doctor , leading to increase in buisness and revenue.
Man was born and must die. Just as a flight from New York to Mumbai takes off at NY but lands and ends in Mumbai, so is every human born destined to die. The heart starts beating the day you are born it has to stop beating some day. A heart is healthy and will keep beating, but it must land to stop one day. Death is inevitable, will creating awareness about death prevent it, never . The heart has to stop one day and it will. No amount of awareness can stop that.
One look at the above picture will give your better explanation of the truth as to why a world heart day is needed . Every major pharma company is a partner. Why? More awareness leads to more doubts amongst people leading to increase in visits to doctors and in turn more prescriptions , more sales of medicines , more money for the pharma industry. Who cares about others hearts , it’s all about money.. honey. The pharma companies will spent on the federation members expenses, their good, drinks, travel and hotels. They will decide what should be labelled as high blood pressure, they will decide how to put in fear in to human minds, how to create doubts in mans mind, they will plan the awareness so well that by the end of every years heart day campaigns the number of so labelled cardiac patients will increase manifold. All doctors organisation world over will be funded to celebrate this day in a grand manner , the doctors will conduct free health camps and diagnostic test to unearth s heart problems so far unknown to the patients. Press ,print and digital shall be roped in to get maximum coverage . At the end of the celebrations they will sit back in their luxurious offices and make calculations as to how many new doubting Thomases will be patients and which drug sales will increase, by how many times ..post the awareness campaign , what will their bank balances be?. The doctors will be happy with the increased number of probable heart patients visiting them, the cardiologist will be coaxing someone to put in a stent, its money making time. Little do they know , stent or no stent life years or span don’t change. The stent companies are happy, now half the world’s population have a stent in them, the diagnostic firms are happy too, so many tests , their coffers are filling. It’s a happy time for all . Then again 29th September will come year after year with newer celebrations , more awareness , more cardiac cases and still more money.
To every individual his heart is as important as all his body parts. The fact that this magnificent machine keeps pumping and keeps one alive is not because someone makes it beat. It has its own power. It is bound to go through ups and downs, man the brilliant creature that he is has created a variety of medicines to encourage the heart to keep it’s rhythm, strength , to overcome any hurdles in its performance. So far so good. Then why the need to scare the global citizens with unwanted awareness. The world heart federation is of doctors , by the doctors , for the doctors , manipulated and funded by the pharma industry. An excellent example of circular economy.
Ignorance is bliss. Atleast true in matters of heart. Any person unaware of his heart problem will probably live a normal happy life , getting to know of it will make life miserable for him. Doctor visits, medicines , money stress and what not. It doesn’t guarantee he will live any longer , but will make his life full of agony . On the other hand if he is unaware he will lead a happy contented life just as same . Die he must, heart one day must stop for sure, then isn’t it better to lead a quality life or is it quantity you are interested in?? To hell with awareness..Live life kingsize.
Kindness as described in the dictionary is the quality of being friendly, generous, and considerate. To perform such an act of generosity, help, or share with someone if you know they need it may be defined as an act of kindness. Every act of kindness has been proven to increase ones happiness and reduce stress. At the same time, spreading kindness brings happiness to innumerable people in this world. Acts of kindness are innumerable, they depend upon the situation, any act of yours that brings happiness to others is an Act of kindness.
My father was juggling with the seat of his bicycle. He was a tall man and hence he had fixed the seat a few inches higher. Our neighbour had requested to lend him the cycle for some errand. Those days in the early sixties in our locality hardly any one owned a bicycle . Our neighbour was a short man and would have found it difficult to ride it with the seat so high up and that’s why my father was working on it to bring it down to make it comfortable for him to ride. To share your bicycle with someone who needed it was kind enough, to make it comfortable for him was even kinder. It was a small act of kindness which my young mind noted, never to forget.
Mr N had to send his wife to Kerala, her home yown. Her father had come from Kerala to accompany her. Those were days when money was sparse , you needed it but didn’t have it. He needed money to buy them the train tickets, he didn’t have any. It’s then that he came to my mother for help. We werent any rich either. My father’s pay was hardly enough to pay for the rent, the school fees of us three siblings , bus fees and home expenses . Naturally my my mother had no money. She knew that this person needed money desperately, he was our friend, she needed to help him. As I watched, she pulled out two gold bangles from her hand and handed it over to him. Go , she said pawn them and use the money to buy the tickets, you can get them back when you have the money, two bangles less on my hands until then for a few months won’t hurt. As she smilingly handed over the bangles I could see tears of happiness in the persons eyes. You don’t need to be rich to be kind, you need a large heart. Another act of kindness got imbibed in me as I grew up .
The school I went to, St Ursula was run by Swiss missionaries. Mother Nicholas, the principal was a stern, strict disciplinarian yet very kind at heart. She would at times walk into class rooms during lunch hours to see whether each child had his tiffin. Whenever she noticed that some child had not got his tiffin , she would round up all such kids, take them to the staff room and give them meals . When those kids walked back into the class room the sparkle in their eyes was enough to see that they had been overwhelmed by this act of kindness. These incidents happened throughout my school career , bless the kind Mothers soul, her actions again imbibed in me the need to be kind.
I was in class 6. The month of July, it was raining heavily ,many of the school children had got drenched. They were shivering , it was still raining incessantly. Mother Nicolas took rounds of each classroom, picked out all those who were wet, took all of them to the staff room. She managed to arrange a new set of clothes for each of them. Of course many were ill fitting . But now each one was now dry and warm in their new set of clothes. So thoughtful ,she had each child towelled dry and into dry clothes. Kindness personified, who wouldn’t love such a sweet personality. My principal.
My father’s salary could take care if all the monthly expenses. Rent, school fees, bus charges, the shopkeepers bills were more than what he got. So naturally he would default on some payments. The payments he would mostly default on was school fees and house rent. The house rents were pending for over a year now. The landlord would pay him regular visits with no success. One day Narayan Kalbhor the landlord came home, he spoke to my father, he said he understood that with three school going children it was difficult to pay the rent, but he couldn’t waive it off. He placed a proposal , he said you pay my rentals every month from now on, the pending rentals , you just add rupees five every month and over the next five years your past amount will be cleared . This was a magnanimous offer. That night I overheard my father tell my mother , there are very few understanding and sympathetic landlords. We are lucky to be Narayans tenants. Another act of kindness which I witnessed, imbibed in me the need to be kind as I grew up.
When still at school, a classmate Debashish mother passed away. Mother Nicholas went over to their house to console them. One of our teachers who too was there later told us that Mother prepared some tea herself for some of the people who had gathered there. They were surprised , a swiss nun, a principal in her white habbit was such a simple personality. Acts of kindness vary with situations .
The train was packed beyond capacity. I travelled to my junior collage daily by train. It was the same story daily you never got a seat to sit. The old man was bent over, he had a small cloth bag in his hands, his grey hair was cropped short, his beard was grey. No person who was seated offered him a seat to sit, neither did he ask anyone for one. The boy at a side seat was lame, polio had affected his legs at childhood . His eyes fell upon the old man, Baba , he called out to him, please come and sit here. The old man slowly came towards him, the young man got up as he got up the old man noticed his disability and refused the seat saying he would manage. No way the young lame man stood up, gave a gentle push to the old man and seated him even as he with his disabled leg stood , his body distorted holding on to a berth for support. The sparkle in the young mans eyes were evident, the wetness in the old mans eyes couldn’t be missed. Each able one who were seated in the train put down their heads in shame, this disabled person had done what none of them did, which they should have done. Acts of kindness is not for everybody.
I was in my second year of medical college. My senior Naresh and I travelled by train to college. One day as we were on our journey back home and alighted at Chinchwad rail station , we were walking back home, there was an old man pulling a hand cart full of packed gunny bags. The man was old, he wore old leather chappals, a dhoti, kurta and a gandhi cap. He was pulling with all his strength, sweat trickled down his forehead , his was panting. Naresh ran to his cart and began pushing it from the rear, the man felt the lightness, the ease with which he could pull now, he turned around and smiled at Naresh. This went on till his destination was reached . All the while I was walking along. The old man thanked Naresh, we both now continued walking towards our homes. I looked at Naresh in awe. He came from a very rich family, he was in his final year of medicine, yet he willingly and happily pushed the cart to help the old man. This incident reiterated in me the need to be kind to others always. This was an act of sheer kindness .
I was in my car at the junction, the red signal was on. A little girl in dirty tattered clothes was knocking at cars windows ahead of me. The lady in the car rolled down her windows and handed over a packet of biscuits, the girl nodded her head and pointed at something inside the car. The lady smiled , took the doll she was pointing at and handed it to the little girl along with the biscuits. The girls eyes glittered , there was a large smile on her face as she walked away doll and biscuit in hand. The lady too was smiling, happy that she could make some lesser privileged happy. The act of kindness had made two people happy, each in her own way.
It was late night party, we were 7 of us. Having settled our bills we walked out of the restaurant, it was a cold December night. We were busy saying our good byes when I noticed these two children on the pavement. Unkept, dirty, the girl mast have been 7 or 8 years old, the boy 2 or 3 years. Her hands spread out in my direction. I stop there watching their misery, I walked towards them pulled out a hundred rupee note ,bent over and handed over to the girl and turned around to go back. She called out to me the note in hand,asking me to take it back and give her some food instead . I looked into her eyes, hunger was evident. I walked back into the restaurant and asked for a fried rice and some dal. The manager said the kitchen had closed down, I pleaded, one parcel please, he conceded and packed it for me. Carrying the parcel I came out, my friends had dispersed, two of them were still waiting for me. I handed over the food parcel to the girl, she again tried to return the note to me. I refused, I looked at her slowly open the parcel, put in a dirty hand ino the packet, pull out a handful and put it into the little boys mouth. The happiness on their faces was there to be seen. One of my friends went back to the restaurant and got a couple of disposable plates and two bottles of water for the children. In all this, the best act of kindness was the little hungry girl feeding the hungry little boy first oblivious to her own hungry state. Sharing and being considerate to the little boy was an ultimate act of kindness.
There was a huge rush at the out patient department. I was seeing my patients. A patient in the que suddenly felt giddy. He was middle aged and unkept. He lay down on the bench. Some one called out to me to come out and see him. As I was busy examining another patient it took me time , when I came out the patient was sitting on the nurses chair , she had given him a glass of water and some biscuits. She had ordered tea too. Happiness was evident on the mans face, how caring was the nurse. She had picked him up , ushered him into her chair , given him water , biscuits and tea. Kindness, what else was this.
She was with her two year old at the hospital. The doctor had seen her child and prescribed medicines for 5 days and nebulization daily. She was at the pharmacy counter. All she had was 10 rupees, that would be the charges for 5 days of medicines , how would she pay the 2 rupees for the nebulization. She requested the pharmacist to issue her 4 days medicines and return 2 rupees. He asked her why, she explained, the pharmacist looked once at the sick child, he handed her 5 day medicines and also the 2 rupees she would need for the nebulization. She smiled shyly , the pharmacist slowly took 2 rupees from his pocket and put it into the counter. What a silent act of kindness!!
Incidences are innumerable, I don’t intend to keep writing each of them. This blog is only to make all of us realise that one act of kindness from our side can bring succour and joy to someone who needs it most. My primary teacher in this aspect had been my mother , she always believed in the art of giving, be it love, food or money. She always said whatever you give you shall always receive twice as much. Today she’s gone to her heavenly abode, eight years now, but her teachings have had the necessary impact on my life. Let’s all perform atleast one act of kindness daily.
It was a cool October day, the sun was out but it’s rays didn’t hurt. It was a really pleasant day to travel. We were travelling towards McLeod ganj , Dharmashala from Pathankot. The bus was rickety, no luxuries, hard seats covered in cheap rexin covers. The windows rattled . As the experienced driver drove up and down the Ghats the breeze was lovely, the multitude of fragrances of the greenery, flowers and fruits filled my nostrils. The creator must be a engineer, scientist, botanist , environmentalist all rolled into one. Who else could have arranged in so much minute details, all the wonders of nature all along this route.
Even as the bus driver manoeuvred the curves of the narrow roads giving way to the traffic coming from the opposite direction I wondered how the driver could keep his cool. As I looked out of the window I felt dizzy, the valley was deep , the buses wheels were always almost at the edge of the road but it never veered out of it. My thoughts went back to the driver, how could he possibly not be tensed, may be years of experience, same roads , multiple trips had hardened his nerves. He kept his composure, he drove at a good speed with absolute confidence. The trees, shrubs, flowers whizzed past me, each time I looked out I wasn’t sure it was a safe journey. I admired the engineer and workmen who built these roads and Ghats, the creator who had put so much of varied flora and fauna along, those beautiful waterfalls along the route . Only I feared those deep valleys, the dangerous narrow curves. I pulled out my hip flask and took two gulps of whisky to soothe my nerves. I closed my eyes hoping we would reach our destination safe and soon.
Then it happened . There were loud cries, people on the bus including my friends and my self were being thrown around, my worst fears had come true, the bus driver perhaps had misjudged a sharp turn and the bus was being plunged deep into the valley. …………. Period……….I am floating through air, my physical body seems to have left me, Am I a dead man????? Many co passengers and some of my friends to are by my side floating at ease. As I turn back to see what has happened I can see the bus has gone a few thousand feet into the valley. It is now all mangled steel. I can hear wails come from that location, may be it’s those unlucky few who survived .
As a human I had never been a religious person, I always believed I was partly an atheist. Partly because at times due to family and social pressure I did take part in many religious ceremonies. Today as I float with others leaving my body behind, I am not scared, there is an uneasy peace within me. I had always been taught about heaven and hell ever since childhood . Having been born into family that followed the Orthodox christian church in India, I too studied the Bible , the concept of god as in the Bible , that Christ was the only saviour. As I had grown up amongst Hindus, Parsis, Sikhs and Muslims I found it funny that there were so many gods. But I never questioned. As a child I said my prayers regularly, the Lord’s prayer,, Hail Mary and the Nicene creed. I also knew many of the hindu prayers. My favorite verse from any prayer had always been,” I belive in one true God the Father almighty, maker of heaven and earth, and of all things visible and invisible “. Yet the concept of heaven, hell never appealed to me. I always believed that if there was any God he could have never created hell .
As I along with others from the bus floated along , invisible to any one, I could look back and see all the human efforts to help the survivors. The bodies of us who were now no more dwelling in them were being stacked aside, numbered, tagged, photographed for insurance purposes, postmortem, press reports etc. A smile came upon me, how foolish are humans,everything is a number for them, name , age, sex , cause of death. Little did they know once life leaves the body it is ultimate bliss, that’s what I am encountering now. We all kept floating until we reached our destination. A cool well lit universe to itself, no doors, no windows , hundreds of thousands of humans who had give up their bodies long ago. Each one of us was welcomed in, there was space for a hundred times the world’s population here. Many who were known to me and had passed away during my lifetime were here. Each one seemed contented. Each one could see what their near ones and friends back on earth were doing. They could only watch, they couldn’t interfere, that were the rules of this universe of after death people.
There was no heaven, no hell, no paradise…..Only this unique universe that defied all human laws. Newton too was here, but his laws on gravitation didn’t apply here. Shakespeare was here, but nobody read books here. Edison was here but his bulbs were not needed. Grahan Bell too is here from a long time, his telephone redundant here. Mahatma Gandhi too was an inhabitant, the chakra wasn’t needed. Elvis Presley was here too, but didn’t play music or sing. The wizard Pasteur was here but his vaccines weren’t needed. Alexander the great was here, he didn’t need to conquer the world any more,he had conquered himself . Karl Marx and Lenin were happy to be here, their dreams of a classless society was what this post life universe was . Shahjahan didnt need to build a Tajmahal here. Every body you read about in history or science was here. There was no shape, no form , but you existed here in all glory. There was no day or night, no dates or calenders, no fixed routines . I happened to notice my parents too here , resting in real peace, which no amount of money would I have been able buy for them on earth. My mother acknowledged my presence, after all I was her favorite son. She was happy that I had attained freedom from life on earth. Many of my relatives and friends were a part of this God kindom. There were no enemies here, each one was now an enlightened one. It was a different world where you were now invincible , knowledgeable, where there was equality, no caste, creed , gender or religious divide.
There were no gods here. Each one here was an enigma who had left back his physical body on mother earth. No Christian gods, no Muslim gods, no Hindu or Sikh gods, no Zoroastrian , Jain or Buddhist gods.
Each one here was a god, which he failed to realise when living in his mortal body on earth. The sudden realisation that a life time had been spent in vain searching for God, was shocking. All along it was you who was God, and you kept looking for God in churches, temples, gurudwara’s and mosques, you simply failed to look within. Had you looked within and found the God exists in you , just imagine what life would have been like.
They welcomed us, inquired of our journey to the new universe. We looked around , we weren’t tired inspite of the long journey. Gravitation was absent, all I had to do was turn my self horizontally and lo!! I was resting. There was no sound , all of us communicated via mental telepathy. Hunger and thirst was not part of this universe hence search and preparation of food was not required. It was then that the darbar of the lives of those who have left their bodies was called . It is a regular meeting of all departed who are now in this new universe. All automatically congregated mentally into the darbar. There was no monarch here, no democratic elections. Each one placed his views which others tried to understand. There were no orders here, only talks of wisdom.
The truth was spoken. The oldest inhabitants of this universe explained to all new comers, You are now part of the universe , not as it’s slave but as the Gods. There are no gods except you. Gods , you have always been, also on earth, why you were taught to believe that other gods exist, and they created you is nothing but fictitious . God never made man. Man made Gods for his own selfish ends . Today you are all here in your own kingdom where you are a God to yourself and all . You cannot change the occurrences on earth, but your conviction that you have a power, as you are a God will help you to change minds of people on earth. In this manner you can help your near and dear ones. In case you fail you won’t be depressed, because Gods can never be depressed. You can keep an eye on evil on earth, you cant stop it, but you can usher in good thinking into evil minds. The real power invested in you is all of us are the Gods are guardian angels of the child. If any child suffers on earth you have the power to intervene and help save them because they, the children are our gift to humans. It becomes our responsibility . Every time we help save them from harm and pain, you the God will feel the pain, you will have to suffer for it so that Gods children never suffer . Apart from this you Gods are a privileged lot, you shall know no pain, no hunger, no thirst, you shall have no needs, people on earth will soon forget you, but you will get solace , as for a few years atleast they will burn a light or candle for you , little knowing that they have actually just lit a candle to God. Their own God, which they will fail to realise as long as they live .
My journey from life on earth to this universe where I too am a God was wonderful. The realisation that I am God just as all of you are, has made me happy. The sad fact is that man still searches for imaginary God’s all over the universe. When will man look within to find the God in himself?? That day would be human kinds most beautiful day. Else each of us will have to wait for that day when leave our body to travel into the next universe.