मृत्यु जीवन का रंग है ||

मृत्यु जीवन का रंग है, समय की डगर पर चलना सबको को संग है ।


क्या होगा घबराने से, कौन रोक सका है आने जाने से,
पहचान सत्य की भली, बाद पछताने से ॥

जीवन-रस को यूं चखा जाये के मोहब्बत के मेहखाने में गर्दिश न रहे ।
तृष्ट मन से हो अंत समय का सामना, कोई अधूरी ख़्वाहिश न रहे ॥

 


साहस हर मुश्किल का मोल है, हर सीख विप्पत्ति की अनमोल है ।
मृत्यु जीवन का रंग है, समय की डगर पर चलना सबको को संग है ।

 

 

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Why not HUMANITY?

This blog was also appeared in one of India’s leading blogging platform riseforindia.com

We men and women are filled of profuse love and competent of give-away tons of love to each & every creation of Mother Nature. Even our birth is the result of the most intimated and sacred form of love. Why violence?

World has witnessed the greatest of the greatest leaders who have embraced the path of non-violence and made the significant contribution to make the world a better place. Why do we forget about it, and we always forget about it. The blood-drenched sword is double edged and it justifies Newton’s third law of motion.  Violence serves no one; even the aftermath of the great battle of Kurushetra was grief-stricken to thePandvas. Though the violent battles fought in ancient times were mostly, good versus evil, and the purpose always remained unique i.e. to prevail peace. But in today’s era, things are worst; we fight for baseless things, which have no relation to the accomplishment of peace.

Let me share my own story with you, I had a very tragic road-accident in the year 2014 and the credit of my survival goes to the generous humans who overlooked the conundrum of religion, caste, creed etc and made every possible effort to keep me alive. My Boss, who is a believer of Sikh faith, was among those angelic humans who donated me the blood. My fracture leg was precisely treated by a Muslim doctor, I was mentally supported by my friends across the globe and all of them are Christians. Do I need to say that how much I owe to them?

There are so things in this world like poverty, education, hunger to care about except the fanaticism of violence and inhumanity. Religions were made to serve humanity, not to lynch it.   In his book Ignited Minds: Unleashing the Power Within India, Dr Kalam wrote, ““For great men, religion is a way of making friends; small people make religion a fighting tool.”   To a thirsty, the religion is water, to a hungry, the religion is food; above all is humanity that serves the needy.

In her letter to me, Irom Sharmila writes, “What we really need to do now is to inculcate the art of love and kindness for others around the world, so that the world be the real sole-abode of a civilised generation of ours, without madness of killings and supremacy in dealing with other fellow beings. Why not it is possible?

We, the citizen of this planet, are desperately in need to salvage the pearl of tolerance. Our minds should be broad enough and our hearts must be warm enough; to act or react without harming others, to analyse precisely before making pre-emptive notions, to help the feeble with all our strength, to think positive and TO make a constructive change.

After all, life is too short to be lived with hatred.

“In the face of fear, I will LOVE, fiercely.”

My heart went piercing & senses numb, while reading this dignified & soul-stirring post from a mother, a wife & a true believer of love & peace. The story of Kia Scherr is worst than the word ‘tragic’, that day of 26/11 changed her life completely. And now….

Her rise for a cause, her believe for love & her quest for peace; makes us hopeful, and to do good. Today, on 26/15, her words made me speechless. I shall document this for my whole life, to remind myself that; no matters how strong the evil is, love is invincible. 

My gratitude towards you, for being so strong, for being so inspirational. 

P.S. Thank You, for allowing me to repost it. Here follows the text:

 

In the aftermath of 26/11 I was often asked by the media “What would you say to the terrorist if you could meet him face to face?” I was at a loss for words at the time, but in 2012 after having been working in Mumbai for 2 years, I realized I had a lot to say and wrote this letter to the lone surviving terrorist who has now been executed.

Dear Mr. Kasab,

My name is Kia Scherr and I was the wife and mother of 2 Americans who were killed in the Mumbai terrorist attack of 26/11 2008. They were in the restaurant of the Oberoi Hotel when your team members stormed in shooting everyone in sight. My husband was shot at the back of the head and died instantly. My daughter was shot multiple times and bled to death. She was 13 years old. Given this reality, you may wonder why I have used the term ‘Dear’ in front of your name to address this letter. That is what this letter is about and at the end you will understand.

To begin with – we have some things in common, Mr. Ajmal Kasab. We exist at opposite extremes of this spectrum of life, but yet we are forever connected by the Mumbai terrorist attack that may one day bring us face to face.Life as I knew it ended when my husband and daughter were killed. Just like that, a family is no more, and so a part of me died along with them. I am no longer the wife and mother of Alan and Naomi Scherr. Your life was supposed to end in the Mumbai terrorist attack. Your colleagues were each killed one by one, but you survived. You survived, but life as you knew it, too, has ended. You are no longer the terrorist on jihad as you sit alone each day in your jail cell awaiting your execution. Your identity as a terrorist has been stripped away, as was my identity as wife and mother. But I am still here and with each passing day, more alive than I have ever been.

I feel like the ringing bells from a song by a Canadian folk singer named Leonard Cohen – “Ring the bells that still can ring, forget your perfect offering. There is a crack in everything – that’s how the light gets in.” The Mumbai terrorist attack was more like an earthquake than a crack. But, the bigger the crack, the more light gets in and that is why I am more alive than ever before. This is the light of love – love never dies.

Who do you think you killed? Who died? You may have destroyed many individual lives for which you need to be accountable, but the sacred life that resides in each of us can never be destroyed, no matter how big and powerful your weapon.The light that emerged from the ashes of Mumbai began when I first saw your photograph on the news as the lone surviving terrorist. The words of Jesus Christ came to me in those moments – “Forgive them, they know not what they do.” I felt compassion for the human being I saw on the TV that was so shrouded in darkness that he forgot who he was.

The connection with the sacredness of life had been brutally broken by your teachers in the terrorist training camp. They destroyed any value you may have had for your life and the life of others. How closed your heart had to be to carry out your mission to kill as many people as possible and to not come out alive. But yet, you did come out alive – you alone, out of the 10 terrorists who attacked the city of Mumbai. I wonder… who are you now? Only you can answer that question and someday I would like to hear that answer.

I will share a bit about who I am now – Through the grace and support of other 26/11 survivors and many citizens of Mumbai, including Mr. PRS Oberoi and Mr. Ratan Tata, I am leading an initiative to restore the value of life as sacred in each of us so that honoring the sacredness of this life becomes our highest priority. I refuse to leave the memory of my husband and daughter lying on the floor of that restaurant.

My daughter Naomi told me that she wanted to become a heart surgeon so that she could save lives. In another way, I will fulfill her wish by living more fully from my heart so that I can be more loving and compassionate with everyone I meet. If living with love and compassion becomes our committed focus, who knows how many lives may be uplifted, nourished and even saved – and if we can reach them first, how many young men in your side of the world could be educated to make other choices than joining a terrorist training camp? What would you have to tell these young men about the outcome of such a choice?

Do you realize that you have the power to save lives if you speak the truth? Do you know that the life that empowers you empowers each and every one of us? Do you know that your life essence is as sacred as every form of life on this planet? And do you know that as a response to your destructive actions, people of all religions and cultures are joining together around the world to engage in a new conversation, one that will restore balance, increase peace as we honor our shared humanity?

I am here to tell you about that. Like it or not, we’re all in this together. A Muslim friend told me that your Holy Koran states ‘if you kill one human you kill them all.’And as Martin Luther King, a leader of the American civil rights movement said, “We are caught in an inescapable network of mutuality, tied in a single garment of destiny.

”Sincerely,
Kia Scherr

Poor Healthcare Could Stunt India’s Growth

(This post was also featured in HUFFINGTON POST )

I come from a place in India where many people prefer to visit a traditional healer or a god-man when they fall ill. You may argue that people are uneducated or ignorant, but that is only partially correct. The main reason behind is lack of access to affordable and quality healthcare in India. People tend to avoid medical facilities until things get critical, just to save bucks ‘wasted’ on unreliable treatments. For a major chunk in India, it is almost impossible to afford advanced diagnoses. The rising cost of living, unemployment, the expense of education and the increasing gap between rich and poor are only adding to the problem.

Prime Minister Modi waxes eloquent about a growing India, but with government spending on healthcare being slashed by nearly 20% in the 2015 Budget, the country’s health is at risk. This is often explained away as a result of the shifting of the onus of healthcare spending from the Centre to states, but there is no dodging the stark fact that India’s health spending in now among the lowest in the world, shrinking to 1.2% of the GDP. This is despite the fact that public spending has increased. Public health is in an appalling state and out-of-pocket spending even by the poor is among the highest in the world, contributing hugely to poverty risks. According to an article in the Lancet, around 15 of the health ministry’s national programmes, including mental health, prevention of blindness and elderly care have yet to be allocated “even a single rupee” and have been merged with National Health Mission (NHM). Incidentally, the NHM has also had its funding from the Centre reduced from 75% to 50%.

In India, the infrastructure gap remains substantial, and is exacerbated by the underutilisation of existing resources. According to WHO recommendations there should be at least 3.5 beds for 1000 people, but there are only 1.3 beds in India for a population of that size. Similarly, we have a shortage of doctors too – there is just one doctor per 1700 people. By some estimates, India needs 7 lakh additional doctors by 2015, which is undoubtedly a tall order.

In a country which shoulders 21% of the world’s disease burden and unacceptably high rates of maternal and infant mortality (the rates are declining but not enough), the government is just not stepping up to the plate. Merely bragging about growth will not bring actual change to the lives of the majority of Indians, many of whom are living below the poverty line. The government’s efforts to encourage sanitation via the Swachh Bharat programme and healthful practices in its promotion of yoga are all appreciable but they fall woefully short of what an ailing India needs.

Irom Sharmila: The Invisible Heroine

Welcome to India, the world’s largest democracy! Here is a woman who has been fasting for a cause for the past 15 years and nobody really cares. Yes, you heard it right – 15 years!
It is her conscience, her unwavering convictions that have made her the “Iron Lady of Manipur”. Irom Sharmila is like droplets of water trickling into a solid rock. With her silent, resilient and persistent efforts, this frail woman has made a dent, and a solid one at that. This poetess, with her adamant devotion, is, according to me, one of the greatest women to have ever lived on earth.
Irom Sharmila Chanu’s status as a heroine – and a victim of the Republic of India – started on 2 November, 2000, when armed forces killed 10 innocent civilians who were waiting for a bus in Malon, Manipur. The victims included an 18-year-old National Bravery Award winner.
In the ruthless world where people don’t even care about their own flesh and blood, broken-hearted Irom Sharmila has been on a continuous hunger strike since that day to force the government to repeal AFSPA. Sensing trouble, and that too trouble created by a woman, the government charged her with “attempted suicide” and ensured that she stayed trapped between the judiciary and jail. She is forcibly fed to keep her alive, which is an obligation for government to avoid any perceived conflict. No one in successive central governments, no so-called human rights activists, no civil rights organisations ever stood for her in any meaningful way.
When I met with an accident and broke my jaw, it was the time I couldn’t eat anything. I wrote to her to enquire how she managed to stay without food for so long. Her answer was as inspirational as she is: eternal faith.
With almost no media coverage and support from the “owners” of this country, her struggle against the draconian AFSPA is like a pigeon fighting against a flock of vultures, but her optimism is indestructible. There is no one I know who has suffered so much for an absolutely selfless cause.
A lower-middle class girl of Manipur may become ‘Mengoubi’ (a fair girl) or Iron Lady for us, but she never wanted to be this. She has a few aspirations for life, a loving boyfriend and a beautiful family. She wants to return to her life but only after ensuring peace and love for her motherland.
May she succeed!

WHY NOT HUMANITY?

This blog was also appeared in one of India’s leading blogging platform riseforindia.com

We men and women are filled of profuse love and competent of give-away tons of love to each & every creation of Mother Nature. Even our birth is the result of the most intimated and sacred form of love. Why violence?

World has witnessed the greatest of the greatest leaders who have embraced the path of non-violence and made the significant contribution to make the world a better place. Why do we forget about it, and we always forget about it. The blood-drenched sword is double edged and it justifies Newton’s third law of motion.  Violence serves no one; even the aftermath of the great battle of Kurushetra was grief-stricken to thePandvas. Though the violent battles fought in ancient times were mostly, good versus evil, and the purpose always remained unique i.e. to prevail peace. But in today’s era, things are worst; we fight for baseless things, which have no relation to the accomplishment of peace.

Let me share my own story with you, I had a very tragic road-accident in the year 2014 and the credit of my survival goes to the generous humans who overlooked the conundrum of religion, caste, creed etc and made every possible effort to keep me alive. My Boss, who is a believer of Sikh faith, was among those angelic humans who donated me the blood. My fracture leg was precisely treated by a Muslim doctor, I was mentally supported by my friends across the globe and all of them are Christians. Do I need to say that how much I owe to them?

There are so things in this world like poverty, education, hunger to care about except the fanaticism of violence and inhumanity. Religions were made to serve humanity, not to lynch it.   In his book Ignited Minds: Unleashing the Power Within India, Dr Kalam wrote, ““For great men, religion is a way of making friends; small people make religion a fighting tool.”   To a thirsty, the religion is water, to a hungry, the religion is food; above all is humanity that serves the needy.

In her letter to me, Irom Sharmila writes, “What we really need to do now is to inculcate the art of love and kindness for others around the world, so that the world be the real sole-abode of a civilised generation of ours, without madness of killings and supremacy in dealing with other fellow beings. Why not it is possible?

We, the citizen of this planet, are desperately in need to salvage the pearl of tolerance. Our minds should be broad enough and our hearts must be warm enough; to act or react without harming others, to analyse precisely before making pre-emptive notions, to help the feeble with all our strength, to think positive and TO make a constructive change.

After all, life is too short to be lived with hatred.

You can’t stop, you have to go on

“The ideal man bears the accidents of life with dignity and grace, making the best of circumstances.”
Aristotle
It comes with pain, it brings misery, it take-along solitude– Ho, it’s not that tragic accident, it’s you! Let me tell you it’s a transformation, an opportunity to meet your own consciousness. People die every day, death is the greatest virtue and only truth you’re going to answer for your life. Accidents happen for a reason, it happens to conceive you that life is beautiful and it is even more beautiful than you ever thought before. Accidents make you fearless- no any amount of pain can hurt you anymore, no any amount of botherations can make you worrisome, no any amount of hatred going to belittle your love.
Take a bow, you’ve beaten death to take your life away out of  its ruthless claws. You’re blessed with an effortless destiny. Give your life a second chance, do not let yourself believe it had happened to you. Start living again, be your own superhero. Love everyone, put a heart in the crippling soul, make others realise that it is the only moment you can live forever. Laugh, make them laugh, soothe their aching– you gonna feel eternal happiness. So that when death will come to hunt you again, you could die in peace and contentment.
 I know they gonna leave you, they were never there. Those who are still here, they were always there. Do not cry, do not waste your precious tears for those who couldn’t wait to put you on feet again. They have no spirit to feel your pain, they have no audacity to kiss your rolling tears, they had no spine to say that they still love you. Life is uncertain, unjustified, unpredictable- there’s going to be another day, the day they never ever imagined of. Smile, you loved them unconditionally. Bless them anyway, they are meagre souls with necessitous hearts.
 You can’t stop, you have to go on. Life brings the fortitude when you have no privilege to make a choice. You may never going to forget the anguished times, but ages gonna fade your memories. Feed your soul with all the things you ever dreamed of. Believe yourself, thank almighty for everything you have today.
Live, smile….

What’s That Awaited, Larger Than Life!

1 year, 8 months & 2 days; I have experienced the greatest pain of being mortal & glory of being invincible. Life was a complete anomalous thing, slant yet fair, skipped yet lived. In all these scuffles, something kept me so strong. May be the willingness to comeback & start afresh, & to make it big.

……& this is going to be the real big!

I announce my benevolent association with Asian Paints back in life, in Jalandhar on 16 Nov, I am ready to rock.