संसार में कुछ ऐसे मनुष्य भी होते हैं जिन्हें दूसरों के मुख से अपनी स्त्री की सौंदर्य-प्रशंसा सुनकर उतना ही आनन्द होता है जितनी अपनी कीर्ति की चर्चा सुनकर। पश्चिमी सभ्यता के प्रसार के साथ ऐसे प्राणियों
She goes and she comes. Sometimes in the wee hours of the dawn when the street lights begin to dim in the lull before the surge of the tropical sun.
यह एहसास और महसूस में क्या difference होता है?
A short story by Suresh Naig
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I lost count of the miles I have traveled in the metro train of Chennai and the smiles encountered. I was traveling in it when it was Madras and meter gauge. In spite of so many years of travel, it never bored me. I have watched many of my co passengers growing older, but not the train. My favourtie pass time during the train journey is watching people, which never bores. Each one would be unique. Some would open a book or newspaper, immediately on getting a seat. Some would keep talking, as if they would never have the freedom of speech at home and office. But the ones who interested me were the people who followed “Dynamic” sleep. Staying alert even in sleep, for they would come out of their slumber, upon the train reaching their destinations. Perhaps the tagline of a hotel conglomerate fit me perfectly “WE ENJOY PEOPLE”.
Among the sea of faces, one face in the past five years was remarkable. I have been watching him curiously for some time. He used to come in impeccable white dhoti and a white khadi shirt. I have not seen a stubble on his face any day, for he shaves his face regularly.
However, he had a stubble, which never showed on his face. His right leg was amputated just above the knee, and he used to board the train, three stations from the origin, from where I board every day. He used to skillfully board the train, throwing his crutches first and jump into the train holding the handle, with athletic adeptness. Many a day, I have offered my seat to him in the crowded train, which he would accept politely with a smile. In the entire five years, we never had any conversation. His presence in the compartment had a positive tilt, for no beggar in crutches, would venture where he sits.
For nearly three months, I did not see him boarding the train, and I did not attach much importance to it. In the past years, I have seen so many people retiring from work, retiring from life, but the train continues to run without any retirement. I used to think that the metro rails are the modern day rivers, on its banks, so many new civilizations are born and so many have perished.
Sunday, January 21, 2007
Tik, tik tik
The clock is running which agitates Reena
Her husband Mahesh not yet come.
Usually he come at home at 6.00pm or maximum 8.00pm when he do overtime.
She is a severe patient of high blood pressure and she ahd suffered heart attakk twice.
Doctor suggest mahesh that any worry or tension worsen her condition or even dangerous to her life.
“Where he has gone?”
“Is he met with an accident?”
“no no ” oh god, please save my hubby”.
“I love you darling, where are you?”
Someone very close to me is also suffering from the problem of memory loss. Slowly but surely her brain cells died over the years…. Here is a blog post by Dr. Sanjay Gupta – the CNN medical correspondent – with a story that is very interesting!
I remember one time when I was a resident in neurosurgery at the University of Michigan, and I was called to provide a consultation on a gentleman in his mid 40’s who was destitute and diagnosed with a mental disorder. When I examined him, it became clear that he had no memory whatsoever. He could not even remember me when I said "hello" and then returned five minutes later. He had no short-term memory and had absolutely no long-term memory either. In short, he had no past, present or future. He was complaining of headaches though, so we ordered an MRI scan of his brain. What we found blew us away.