Tuesday, October 27

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The Covaxin Promise…Is it Possible
medical

The Covaxin Promise…Is it Possible

Since there is no cure for the disease to date and prevention seems to be the only saviour, the world is waiting with bated breath for a vaccine against the virus. It’s been more than six months since the dreaded coronavirus hit the world. Over eleven million people, the world over, had been infected with the deadly disease so far and about 5.25 lakh people have lost their lives. In India alone, the figures are huge and are growing leaps and bound every day. Amidst this scare, Bharat biotech shot the headlines yesterday when ICMR’s Balram Bhargava said in a letter to Bharat Biotech, “It is envisaged to launch the vaccine for public health use latest by 15th August 2020 after completion of all clinical trials.” What is Covaxin? Covaxin Is India’s first COVID 19 vaccine candida...
ये समर विशेष है
Poems

ये समर विशेष है

(२)ये समर विशेष है समय वस्तुतः बड़ा विचित्र है।  पुष्प लहलहा रहे बाग़ में,  पंछी चहकते नील गगन में,  वातावरण सिंचित है प्राण वायु से  किंतु प्राण संशित है वातावरण से,  मनुज बँधा भय की लक्ष्मण रेखा में,   पशु स्व्क्छंद विचारते शहर शहर में।  विचित्र ये नहीं कि समर फिर सज़ा है  प्रलय और विलय के काल कुरुछेत्र में,  अपितु ये कि दुराचारी दुर्योधन आज  अनंत है, विलुप्त है छिपा है शून्य में,  अद्रश्य शस्त्र  संजोये अपने तरकश में,  अर्जुन आच्छादित है अज्ञानता के तीरों से  सैकड़ों दुशसशासन विष धर रहे मरकज़ में।    समर विचित्र में प्राणजायी करों ने कमर कसी है, कमान सम्भाली है,  देवदूतों ने देवदत्त को फूँकारा है,  अर्जुन ने दुर्योधन को ललकारा है, जनमानस की वेदना को  मिटाना है, चक्रव्यूह  काल का बेधना है,   तबलीगी  क्रूरों को धूल चटाना है,  ज़हरीले मंसूबों का तमर  वि...
Why Am I A Doctor?
Stories

Why Am I A Doctor?

In this stir-crazy moment when every one of us is confined (or should I say must be confined) inside the boundaries of our homes, I thought, why not to turn some pages of my doctor's diary and share them with you. No, these aren't ben-Trovato. Hypermnesia? Yes, you may call it that. This page is from September 2017. This was a routine day. I went to my private medical centre as usual. (Oh sorry, just to tell you, in case you are a new reader, that I am a paediatrician and my wife is a gynaecologist and we have our own medical centre at Ghaziabad.) Besides the routine OPD, there was only one operative case for the day, cholecystectomy (Gall Bladder Removal). Well again, I am a paediatrician alright but for my own set-up, I function as a resident doctor as well. Coordinating with o...
सफ़र
My Travel Diary, Poems

सफ़र

चाहतें यूं ही नहीं अक्सर मंज़िल को तरस जाती हैं,बस्ती और वीराना दोनों मुझसे नाराज़ है। सैलाब कब का, पशेमां हो कर गुज़र चुका है, हवाओं को नजाने क्यों खुद पे नाज़ है। वफ़ा सरे राह बैठी है एक तल्मीह के इंतज़ार में, जाने तेरे रुखसार में वो क्या इक राज़ है। शायरी क्या है बस खयालों का एक पुलिंदा, सलामत किताब में अब तलक वो इक गुलाब है। अफवाहों को गर्म रहने दोअभी और उड़ने दो कि, सरे आइना मै हूं तो पशे आइना मेरा हमराज है परिंदा छू के पेशानी जाने वाले का पता दे गया अब सफर शुरु करता हूं, बेसबर आफताब है। ...
गुफ़्तगू
Poems

गुफ़्तगू

एक शाम यादों में , एक शाम आहों में। एक पुराना बरगद और उसपे बैठा इक परिंदा। गाँव की गलियाँ वो रंगरलियाँ, इमली के पेड़ और गुड़ की डलियाँ , एक तेरे शहर का शोर और , एक ख़ामोशज़दा बाशिंदा, बरगद टूट रहा, साथी छूट रहा, परिंदा बेचैन है फ़िज़ाओं में । एक शाम आँखों में, एक शाम ख़्वाबों में। एक छोटा सा घर, एक महल सपनों का, एक काग़ज़ की नाव और, एक ठेला जामुन का, एक तेरे जाने की आहट, एक तुझे पाने की चाहत , कश्ती छूट गयी किनारों से मेला लगा बाज़ारों में, एक शाम बाहों ,में एक शाम निगाहों में। मेरा माज़ी भी, मेरा मुस्तकबिल भी, वक़्त की दयोड़ि पर दोनो बैठें हैं आमने सामने, गुफ़्तगू करूँ या मलाल ।। ...
Ageing gracefully
My Travel Diary, Stories

Ageing gracefully

Perhaps compare to the rest of the day, the Sun looks most beautiful in the twilight when the cloudy wrinkles enhance its aesthetic features making it glow with the trueness of its colours. Hi Shishir; Surprised? Oh! Don't be. My voice sounds a little shaded yet so familiar. you should look at my picture, the lines have grown so beautifully and bold to colour the crepuscular hue, juxtaposing me in you. Yes, I am you on your seventieth birthday. Twenty-two years from now you yourself will have the insight to see the revelation I am about to make. But today, you have the right to choose a path that leads on to me or paint a completely different picture of you. Because, while the process of ageing is mandatory by the eternal rule ageing gracefully, on the other hand, is a mere matter o...
Weekend Funda…Go Missing
My Travel Diary, Page 3

Weekend Funda…Go Missing

I am not endorsing the old hedonistic theory that pursuit of pleasure and material goods is the primary goal of life but the statement that the 'desire for happiness is the basic human trait, resonates in the realms of reality. For me this pursuit of happiness embellishes itself in my own doctrine of detoxification. One hour with thy body and one day with thy mind...Go missing from the world. One hour a day for your body and one every week or at least a fortnight you should go missing, away from, your routine world of prohibitions, inhibitions and limitations, from work and duties and should make a conscious effort of detoxifying the body and mind. Oh! Hell with the philosophy... just go missing...Disappear. When the wheels of my car got rolling again in this...
Movie review

Kesari

A torrent of aimlessly running and fighting emojis without appropriate text being attached to them. Fifty Pathans beating head shattering drums atop a hill in an Afghani war zone are silenced by a Jatt in cheap makeup of a Sikh with Kesari turban and artificial beard.... why? ....because he starts beating his Dholak and you start beating your head. If the Rifle could take that long-distance shot at the murderer so cleanly why the 'Flying Jatt' didn't kill the other enemy leaders... because standing in the middle of a battlefield with an army of over ten thousand soldiers ready to pound on them and crush them, he had to deliver 'Gita ka Updesh' to an eager warrior ready to join him but was instead asked to satisfy his leader's statesman thirst... What absurdity!! The bearded her...
Holi ..a colourful love affair
Page 3

Holi ..a colourful love affair

The unmistakable spirit of craic effervescing from every nook and cranny, the petrichor vocalism of flying colours and the gusto of minds ready for epicurean indulgence.... that's the essence of Holi and that's what I found as I stepped on to the rooftop venue where the party was hosted. साज़ भी था, मौसकी भी थी,  रंगों की चहलक़दमी भी , और हाँ, वो भी तो थी... ...इक तेरे आने की आहट  अबीर गुलाल था,  मालपुआ और कचौरी थी,  और हाँ, वो भी तो थी...  ....होली की गुझिया  गजरे थे, गुलाल था,  सपन सलोन थे, चेहरे पे सजी मुस्कान थी,  और हाँ, वो भी थी.... मधुशाला  Had a lovely welcome... pulled, poured, pushed, plunged, painted and drenched without any rule book and that's precis...
Dalhousie
My Travel Diary

Dalhousie

  There are days when I feel this incessant urge to get away from the maddening maze of macadam materiality towards more serene lap of mother nature. Even if it means trending uncertain paths, even if I am not sure of the destination  ...that's my idea of UNWIND....pack my bag, put on the traveller hat, grab my XUV 500 keys....and whoosh.... start rolling.   During one of such phases of burdening routine and bitten by the unwind bug, I found myself standing atop a small cliff , akimbo, with torrent showery wind gushing past me... what a lovely embrace of nature. The market square of small hamlet called Dalhousie which just a moment ago was bustling with the busy traffic movement of cars and taxies, the penalties of modern day living, was replaced by the euphonious echo of the hustling w...