ବର୍ଷା ର ଗଜଲ...

ଏଇ ମାତ୍ର ଉଦୟାଚଳରେ ବର୍ଷା ପଢିଦେଲା ଦୁଃଖର ଗଜଲ...

ଭିଜିଗଲା କିଛି ସ୍ମୃତି, କିଛି ଅନୁଭୂତି,

ବର୍ଷ କିଛି ବୋହି ଗଲେ, ସମୟର ଚକ ତଳେ 

ମୁହୂର୍ତ୍ତ କେତୋଟି ଚାପା ସ୍ଵରେ କିଛି ସ୍ଵଗତୋକ୍ତି କରି ପୁଣି ଚୁପ୍ ହେଇଗଲେ...

ଜନ୍ହ ତାର ଅପୂର୍ଣ୍ଣତା ଭୁଲି ଗଲା, ତାରା ମାନେ ବାଟ ବଣା ହେଲେ...

ଆକାଶ ଛାତିରୁ ବହିଗଲା ଅବିଶ୍ରାନ୍ତ ବାରି ଧାରା, 

 ନଈ ତୁଠ ପଥରରେ ଘସି ହୋଇ ଲିଭିଗଲା 

ନବ ବଧୁଟିର ଗୋଇଠି ଅଳତା ର 

ଶେଷ ରଙ୍ଗ ଆଭା, 

କାହିଁ କେଉଁ ଦୂର ଦେଶେ ସଦ୍ୟ ବିବାହିତ 

ସ୍ଵାମୀ ତାର ଛାଡି ଗଲା ତାକୁ, ମା ମାଟି ପାଇଁ 

ଢାଳି ଦେଇ ଶେଷ ଲହୁ ତକ...

ଦେଶ ପାଇଁ ବଳିଦାନ ଦେଇ ଥିବା ପ୍ରିୟ ପାଇଁ 

ଗୀତ ଗାଈ ଶୁଣାଏ ସେ ବର୍ଷା ର ଗଜଲ...

" वह रान्झनावे ,तेरे साँसों पे 

थोड़ा सा वतन का हक भी था...

न देख मुझे यूँ ही मूड मूड के 

तेरा मेरा साथ यहीं तक था...

यह तेरे जमीन तेरे खून से ही 

सजती संवरती है रान्झे...

तेरी इश्क की मैं हकदार नहीं 

तेरी हीर तो यह धरती रान्झे....

तेरी मिट्टी में मिल जावां,

गुल बन के मैं खील जावां,

इतनी सी है दिल की आरजू....

तेरी नदियों में बह जावां,

तेरी खेतों में लहरावां.....

इतनी सी है दिल की आरजू....

ପୁଣି କେଉଁ  ଦୂର ଦିଗବଳୟ ତଳେ 

ଦିକ୍ ଦିକ୍ ଜଳି ଯାଏ 

ସଦ୍ୟ ଜାତ ଶିଶୁ ଟିର ଶେଷ ଚିତା 

ଖାଲି କରି ଜନନୀ ର ପଣତ ଓ 

ଶୂନ୍ୟ କରି ହୃଦୟ ସ୍ପନ୍ଦନ... 

 ଲିଭି ଯାଏ  ମାତୃତ୍ୱ ର ଶିଖା 

  କାହିଁ  ପୁଣି ଶ୍ରାବଣ ପୂର୍ଣ୍ଣିମା ଆସେ ଚୁପ୍ ଚାପ୍, 

ନିଃଶବ୍ଦରେ ହୋଇ  ଯାଏ ଛିଡା, 

 କହୁ ଥାଏ-ରାକ୍ଷୀ କିଆଁ କାନ୍ଦେ ଆଜି 

ତା ଆଖିରେ ଲୁହ କେରା କେରା, 

ମନେ ପଡେ ଶେଷ ସ୍ମୃତି ରାକ୍ଷୀ ବନ୍ଧା 

 ଆଜିକାର ରଙ୍ଗ ହୀନ ଶ୍ରାବଣ ପୂର୍ଣ୍ଣିମା...

ବର୍ଷା ହେ! 

ଧୋଇ ଦିଅ ଏ ଧରାରୁ 

ଯେତେ ଲୁହ, ଯେତେ ଦୁଃଖ, 

ଯେତେ ସବୁ ଅପୂର୍ଣ୍ଣ ଅଭିପ୍ସା...

ବର୍ଷ ପରେ ବର୍ଷ ତମେ ଆସି  ବସ 

ମୋର ଏହି କ୍ଷୁଦ୍ର ଗବାକ୍ଷ ରେ ,

ଗାଇ ଯାଅ ଫିନିକ୍ସର ଶେଷ ଗୀତ, 

ସେ ଗଜଲ, ପୁଣି କେଉଁ ପ୍ରତିଶ୍ରୁତି ନେଇ 

ଉଜ୍ଜିବିତ କରିଦିଅ ମାତୃତ୍ୱ କୁ ପୁନର୍ବାର, 

ରକ୍ଷା ବନ୍ଧନ କୁ ପୁନର୍ଜନ୍ମ ଦିଅ, 

ରାନ୍ଝା କୁ ତା ହୀର ସହ ଏକାକାର କର, 

ହେ ବର୍ଷା, ତମେ ପୁଣି ଫେରି ଆସ

କେଉଁ ଅଧା ଲେଖା ଗଜଲ କୁ ପୁରା 

କରିବାର ପ୍ରତିଶ୍ରୁତି ନେଇ...ଏ ଜନ୍ମ,

 ଆର ଜନ୍ମ କିମ୍ବା ଜନ୍ମ ଜନ୍ମାନ୍ତର ଡେଇଁ...

The lost address....

Accidents are part of life,

It happens, it happens there,

It happens here,it happens either for a reason or none,

but it happens in life here ....

An accident happened here,today

With me,yes,with me...

My address was lost ,

yes it was lost for me forever...

The city changed it's name today,

The lane erased it's letters from the sign board ,

on the corner of the road,

The nameplates on the grocery shops or the barber's saloon

Changed their alphabetd and colours...

The tea stall became a mall,

The small temple in the corner

Lost it's identity to the grandeur of a massive monument of architecture...

My address was lost,

 here itself an accident occurred...

The prosperity, the bustle, the dazzling lights and the euphoric noise...

Masked the lane,the narrow lane of my known world ,

and an eternal address got lost....

An accident happened here today and my address got lost...

Then how will you find me ???....

If you ever come looking for me,

the old lane,the smoky ,dusty corner,

The tea stall in the front,

the road side tree full of Gulmohar....

all are lost and the identity is drowned,buried and lost in the chaos...

Yes,an accident happened, it happens not only outside,  it happens often in the inner world... 

And soul's address gets lost...

But,if you ever want to find me,come looking for me,go to any city,any lane,any corner of the world...

Wherever you see a unbound, liberated soul,you will find me in that,that is my address and that is actually my true home....

The address lost will be found by you

 and you will not only meet my soul but together with me ....

you can walk with me,

your final journey on the eternal road....

My address is probably not lost...

 it has been assigned a new name,a new lane .....

and a new light is put at the end of  the road 

and i will hold your hand and may we both walk the long lost path of eternity ...

and not go there where there is a path,

but lead where there was none and leave a trail....

 a much needed adress in the Divine world 

and a light to eternally light tomorrow 's road....

Spare a moment  ! Spare a thought  !!!

एक संदेश तुम्हारे नाम पर

ये मेरे नज्म निगार, 

क्या कहूँ तुम्हें आज...

क्या संदेश लिखूं तुम्हारे नाम पर 

ये मेरे नज्म निगार...

ये कुछ नज्म के दस्तावेज नहीं 

ये जैसे लहू के एक सागर 

ये नज्म तुम्हारे कलाम से 

काग़ज़ तक बहती नदी नहीं 

ये तुम्हारे अंदर से निकला हुआ 

लहू का एक धार  ..

ये मेरे नज्म निगार, 

क्या कहूँ तुम से आज 

क्या संदेश लिखूं तुम्हारे नाम पर 

ये मेरे नज्म निगार 

आसमान से टयकता हुआ आँसू 

हैं ये, दर्द से पिघलता हुआ चट्टान 

बादल से घिरे हुए ग़ज़ले है ये 

अश्कों से सजा हुआ शान 

ये एक नज्म के गुलदस्ता नहीं 

ये किसी दरिया से उठा हुआ तूफान...

ये मेरे नज्म निगार 

क्या कहूँ आज तुम से 

क्या संदेश लिखूं तुम्हारे नाम पर 

ये मेरे नज्म निगार...

ये हीर के लहू से लतपत दास्तान है 

ये  रान्झा का खोया हुआ प्यार 

ये एक लैला नहीं हजारों लैलाओं के चीख 

सैकड़ों मजनूँओ के पुकार...

ये मेरे नज्म निगार 

क्या कहूँ आज तुम से 

क्या संदेश लिखूं तुम्हारे नाम पर 

ये मेरे नज्म निगार...

ये कोई कवि की कल्पना नहीं,

शायद  ये किसी मासूम दिल 

की छलती हुई धड़कने या 

बिखरती हुई श्रींगार...

ये तुम्हारे कलाम से बहती हुई केवल

 एक नदी  की धार नहीं 

ये शायद अंधेरे से मिटने से पहले 

जलती हुई दिया की आखिर लौ की

  बुझ न जाने की 

ना काम कोशिश की पुकार 

ये मेरे नज्म निगार 

क्या कहूँ तुम से आज 

क्या संदेश लिखूं तुम्हारे नाम पर 

ये मेरे नज्म निगार...

ये मेरे नज्म निगार....

Ergonomics of Life...

"Ma'am,What is ergonomics of port position in Laparoscopy? There was a question in the exam paper and I didn't know anything, so couldn't answer it properly "- said Vrinda to me in the first hour in our Operation Theatre, as soon as I entered and asked her how were the papers? Pat came the answer from me," yeah,it's a good question,  our standard text books and most teachers don't explain them well but I would love to teach you all in details "....

      In the next Operation Theatre day there was staff availability issue and all 3 of our cases for surgery got cancelled.  Taking the opportunity of available time,I discussed the Ergonomics in Surgical environment and especially in Endoscopic procedures.  Starting from optics to camera,from screen to cables,from stirrup position to table height adjustment, from target organ to Base ball Diamond concept,from focal length to monitor dimensions, from white balance to primary, secondary trocar insertion angles...we discussed bit by bit and at the end of the discussion I probably learnt more than I taught the students.  Vrinda was happy to learn all the points and pat camenfrom her mouth

 " Ma'am, you told us almost fifty points, Kash I could have written few of them,I feel like going back to exam  hall, snatching  the paper from invigilator and rewrite the answer "- We all laughed on the spontaneity of her comment.

      A point to ponder lived longer inside me- long after the class is over,the discussion is put in back burner...and we all going back to hostels and home,to take the car drive back home or the auto ride to the nearest station... How and why's of Ergonomics of Life. May be it was easier ,much easier to understand the Ergonomics of port position for Laparoscopy and rewrite the answer  than to learn and execute the Ergonomics of life and rewrite any answer.... There is no readjustment or rewinding button in life....

    Life often takes us through unimaginable, unsolvable situations, not easy to get the clue where is the target organ....What position will give the best operative outcome, it's often more of a puzzle than a well tried and tested formula. One day you are given a problem in hand with a rosy outcome,the other day it's a desert and you have no clue if there is an oasis or it's just an mirage illusion...Life is seldom understood,less often calculated and least often can be planned...The Ergonomics of life probably doesn't have a fixed formula, it may differ from morning to evening, from you to me,from us to them ,from a giving heart to a receiving one...The designer is not an instrument making company who can modify the angulation of the instruments or the focal lengths of optics...It is the ultimate designer who decides who enters our lives ,who goes out. Which route or angle they take. How long they stay,what is the purpose of each one in our lives....Some may come briefly and very unpredictability leave but entirely change our ergonomics for life and beyond, some may come in unexpectedly, when we least expect miracles and they bring so much light and grace it makes life an absolute base ball Diamond circle  with exact amount of attention and care like a type one lever.  But all leave their mark on us,they teach us something or other....Long after their entry or departure, the effect lasts and it changes our lives for ever,the Ergonomics of life changes without our notice and control unlike we can do it for instrument ports in a surgical field....But in spite of the plethora of difference between the two,there is one vital thing common to both , if we follow some principles in life,some ethics in life,the Ergonomics will always be kind and God will put the ports exactly right and the soul will find it's lesson from each moment 's dynamics and will reach sooner or later the purpose of it,and that day will be clear to us why and how of life's Ergonomics and the Divine 's port positions will be brilliantly right...Let's walk the path and follow the design and angles He is directing us in every morning and night... That's probably His expectations  from us,the students of  life....

Spare a moment  ! Spare a thought  !!!

Kisa Gautami....The eternal truth seeker

Once when Gautam Buddha was giving discourse to people,one young lady came running to him with desperation and tears and he could see a little toddler in her hand who had just left for heavenly abode due to snake bite...She was none other than "Kisa Gautami"...Most of us had read about....Desperate as any mother could be at loss of her only child...She asked Tathagat..." Oh Lord, u are a living God, please give  back life to my only child and couldn't stop her incessant tears"... Buddha as always was alert, composed and in his kindest form....Knew no one on Earth can decide anything other than nature...But what did he do....? He could not certainly make the child alive...But taught an  eternal lesson of wisdom to her and to the world...Which not only changed her sorrow to compassion, her denial to acceptance...But  that teaching helped her to change the way she looked at it and  to help innumerable bleeding hearts... Buddha didn't change any situation which no one can...But He changed her way of looking at it... He asked her to get a fistful of mustard seeds from a family  where no one has ever died... to give her child's life back as he knew it's not easy to explain her the eternal truth of birth and death... Thinking this to be such a simple and  mundane task...She happily went through the town.... From morning to evening... Knocked each door...Only to be told more and more truth .... Eternal truth on death's universal presence...Came back distraught and tired to the learned,the kind,the compassionate  Buddha's abode and surrendered...Buddha explained her calmly...She understood the meaning of not only death but life and living and dedicated her life to serve the humanity...What did actually Buddha teach her ? Buddha just taught her to look at things as they actually are and not to see as they appear to be... Through her own experience...the greatest of all wisdom...Today also the same truth holds good...His eternal teaching is more relevant today to us than ever...