Irregular ranting by an Irrelevant thinker

Try to think about this woman—poor, illiterate, beaten by her drunkard husband, stranded by her family in the last month of her pregnancy. Delivering a Babyboy at a hospital in Sabarmati at 10 in the night, taking a Rikshaw (*Alone*) to take him to CHA because he didn't cry after birth. Her only ray of hope in this whole wide world is battling between injections, and Intracaths, and oxygen hose, and Ryle’s tubes, and ventilators and sensors and tangles of lines of iv fluids. Struggling to stretch every ounce of its existence to keep the tiny heart beating. Against failing kidneys and seizuring brains. And loads of ischemic insult, The tiny creature labours to breath. She—tired and sore—both from the unfairness of the world and the pricking episiotomy stitches. Broken by the toughest of contractions, lays awake, on the stony cold bench outside the nursery, not able to get up and quench her thirst without the pain ripping her apart into bits and pieces. Bright light, ...

It's high time I came up with any fresh Gazal. And a Gazal in English ? Well, that's probably my first time ever. So, here we go, a celebration of Pain and Sorrow ! ! ***** Walking down the path, leaving a trail sanguine. My soles pierced by, these Shards of Shattered Dreams. The thick crimson fluid, on the crisp green grass. A stark contrast by, these Shards of Shattered Dreams. Me limping through the pain, all tears gone dry. Mercilessly they cry, these Shards of Shattered Dreams. The failures don't stop, however hard may I try. Do not ask Why, oh! These Shards of Shattered Dreams. The Sun is set ablaze, the Moon a shabby dull pie. Like Stars going to die, these Shards of Shattered Dreams. The start was Eons ere, the end is neither nigh. As mirages they hurt my eye, these Shards of Shattered Dreams. With each breath I take, comes out an achingly deep sigh. Please stop torturing from s...

ગઝલકાર શ્રી બરકત વિરાણી 'બેફામ' ની સુપ્રસિદ્ધ રચના "થાય સરખામણી ......" નાં ચંદ શેરો જે ગઇ કાલે શ્રી મનહર ઉધાસ નાં સુમધુર કંઠે માણ્યાં, એ અત્રે વિષયવાર ઉપસ્થિત કરું છું - * ફીલસુફી- ઘોર અંધાર છે આખી અવની ઉપર, તો જરાં દોષ એમાં અમારોય છે. એક તો કઇં સિતારા નહોતા ઉગ્યાં, ને અમે પણ શમાઓ બુઝાવી દીધી * ખેલદિલી - કોઇ અમને નડ્યાં તો ઉભાં રહી ગયાં, પણ ઉભાં રહી અમે કોઇને ના નડયાં. ખુદ અમે નાં પહોંચી શક્યાં મંઝિલે, વાટ એની તો બીજાને બતાવી દીધી. * એકલતા - કોણ જાણે હતી એવી વરસો જુની, જીંદગી દોસ્તો એક તનહાઇની, કોઇએ જ્યાં આંસુ લુંછ્યું એક તો, એને આખી કહાણી સુનાવી દીધી. * ઇર્ષ્યા - બીક એકજ બધાને હતી કે અમે ક્યાંક પંહોચી ન જઇએ બુલંદી ઉપર કોઇએ પીંજરાની વ્યવસ્થા કરી કોઇએ જાળ રસતે બીછાવી દીધી * પ્રેમ - દીલ જવા તો દીધું કોઇનાં હાથમાં, દિલ ગયાં બાદ અમને ખરી જાણ થઇ. સાચવી રાખવાની જે વસ્તુ હતી, એજ વસ્તુ અમે તો લૂંટાવી દીધી. આવાં ચોટદાર શેરો લખનાર સર્જકને ઝુકી ઝુકી ને સલામ ! !

I was sitting in a corner in the library, writing furiously in my diary, confessing about all the frustration I felt about the badluck and suffering in my life. As I was being torn apart deciding whether to take the upcoming AIIMS PG exam or to choose a Job to support my family as my father was retired from his job. A senior doctor whom I didn't know passed by my desk, and just out of curiosity asked what I was writing in the thick notebook. I tried to hide my work,but he assured me that He won't look. I replied candidly that I was penning down my frustration on all the injustice my life was doing to me. He put a hand on my shoulder and sat next to me. Told me that the pre-PG exam or the unavailability of job was not that much big deal to get frustrated. There were many worse things which I should be grateful they didn't happen to me. He sat next to me and told me his story, how he had failed his exams twice in succession , and how he was so broke he ha...

Though its the end of a big leap, its not the end of the journey. On the contrary, its just the begining---of a life with responsibilities, with commitments, with appointments with struggles. Gone are the days when all you had to do was saunter round the campus in the most carefree of a stride,to gaze at the pretty girls of other colleges. Or the most activity you did other than reading was eat,sleep and bath. I know that this is a definitely crucial phase in not just my own life, but also of those who are related to me in someway or other. I see this transition as a new portal, a new door , to pass through. I don't know what is there on the other side of the threshold. Though I have got a slight notion of what could be there, but can't be sure. Life beyond internship is not just patients and clinics and degrees. Its something more profound, more demanding, more harrowing then the cozy years i have gone through. There are so many paths leading out, so many v...

હું જ છું, હું જ છું , કરતો રહ્યો હું; વાદળ ને બાથમાં ભરતો રહ્યો હું; સાચો ફક્ત હું જ બીજા બધા ખોટા, ભ્રમણાથી મનને છળતો રહ્યો હું; ફૂલો ની ખુશ્બૂ તો માણી નહી કદી, બસ, કાંટે-કાંટે "આહ" કરતો રહ્યો હું, રોજ સુરજ ઉગ્યો,મને ખીલવવાને કાજ, ને વાસંતી બાગીચા માંય સડતો રહ્યો હું; શ્રાવણના મેઘની તો વાત જ ક્યાં પૂછવી! વરસતા ભાદરવેય બળતો રહ્યો હું; કાલ શું કરીશ એના પ્લાનીંગ માં જ આજથી ય ભાગતો ફરતો રહ્યો હું, સંબંધો ની જાળમાં કોણ ફસાય? હુંફાળી ગોદ માંય ઠરતો રહ્યો હું, સાંજ પેલાજ મે તો શમણાં જોઈ નાખ્યા; ને ખુદ ના જ પડછાયા થી ડરતો રહ્યો હું, જિંદગી છે ક્ષણિક પરપોટા ની જેમ; તોય ક્ષણે ક્ષણે જિંદગી માં મરતો રહ્યો હું...............

SAFARNAAMA- THE NEET EXPERIENCE! तेरा यूँ abruptly  announce  हो जाना , question -pattern , paper-style  सब बदल जाना, नहीं भूलूंगा मैं, जब तक है जान  जब तक है जान ........... वो voucher  के लिए  धक्के खिलाना , website का पहेले ही दिन hang  हो जाना, याद रखूंगा मैं, जब तक है जान  जब तक है जान ........... तेरी बेरोक-टोक गुस्ताखियों को, तेरे जूठे कसमें -वादों को, मोटी -मोटी किताबों से, इस दिल  पे पड़े इन जख्मों को, नहीं भूलूंगा मैं, जब तक है जान  जब तक है जान जब तक है जान ....... The war has ended! the dragon has been slayed! finally, the burden on the hearts of us interns has been lifted, the NEET-PG has been finished. celebrate guys! Tap your feet to the   "Futterwacken"  dance, its  Frabjous Day  at last!  All the Interns and Post-interns who've taken this  National Eligibility cum Entrance Test -PG  are heaving a great sigh of relief as they c...

आज हवा मेँ इतनी खूशबूएँ है क्योँ?  बिन बादल आज ये बारिशे है क्योँ?   सूना पडा था आज तक किसी कोने मेँ ये दिल,  इस दिलमे आज इतनी ख्वाहिशे है क्योँ?  रिहा हूँ यूँ तो परिँदो की तरह,  फिरभी इन निगाहों की बँदिशे है क्योँ?  कल तक था बेगुनाह ये बच्चे सा दिल,  आज ये मासूमसी साज़िशेँ है क्योँ?  आज हवामें इतनी खुशबूए है क्योँ?  कोई अनकही सी मनमें चाहते है क्योँ?  गम होता है मिलके जुदा होने मेँ हर बार,  इस गमको पाने में भी मिलती राहतेँ है क्योँ?  आदत नहीं थी अब तक जिन्हे इंतज़ार करने की,  आज इन कानों में पड़ती ये आहटेँ है क्योँ?  यूँ तो थमता नहीं वख्त किसी के कहनेपे,  फ़िर ये छोटी छोटी ईबादतेँ है क्योँ?  आज हवा मेँ इतनी खूशबूएँ है क्योँ?  बिन बादल आज ये बारिशे है क्योँ?