MUSINGS -OF-DOCTOR-SAIPAHI

  There was catastrophe and a high tension drama in my life for about one hour of my life today. Usually I am very careful with my mobile. But today in a hurry I missed my phone somewhere and I kept on calling my number from my Landline phone and no one was picking it up. Since I have all my contacts and Whatsapp in my phone,I was absolutely helpless. Now, this storing of numbers in the phone is so convenient that you do not or cannot memorize all numbers. My mind went blank and I felt frightened. Photos and music you can revive, since you usually store them in your PC also .Or very conveniently in the cloud. But what about contacts? Previously I had this Nokia phone in which contacts were backed up to Outlook.  Now in my phone contacts are backed up to SIM or phone or maybe a memory card, but all of them are gone with the phone. And which I cannot access without the phone itself.  Long time back, there was only this telegram for important communicatio

Hi all……After a long time. I have totally neglected my blog which is actually very dear to me. There is nothing like a blog to share your frustrations and depressive moods. Maybe among few people who read them, some may think the facts are related to them too. So this way I am able to connect at least virtually with people like myself. There I go blabbering again. Today I am feeling more depressed because a close relation told me that I should not misunderstand the words spoken to me. I am wondering if I have lost the right to remark when I feel depressed by some person wantonly insulting me and hurting me with their words. Just because I am growing old, I must listen to these insults in silence. And never say anything about it to anyone. Though I am not dependent on them for my needs. I almost tend to forget the fact that I have been a very successful surgeon till I retired and came to the wretched place I am staying in now. And just because this is my native pla

Hi.............after a long time. But with a decisively useful subject.I hope who read this will share it with the people who need it most. My close cousin's daughter who is only twenty six years old, and whom i have been seeing since her wee years had kidney failure before two years and was transplanted with her father's kidney.Hardly two years have passed and the transplanted kidney was causing so many critical problems and finally it had to be removed.Now she is again undergoing Dialysis (external cleaning of toxic materials from the body which function her  kidneys can not handle any more). I am not able to see the wee little girl, very naughty and mischievous , who I had seen from childhood suffer like this and like many others, I am praying to my favourite deity,Saibaba of Shirdi. Now Shirdi Saibaba is the saint god of India and millions of pilgrims flock to this place every year.And I am a great devotee of Baba. People (and me of course ) believe that he can cure

AGNI THE SACRED FIRE Remembering our departed near and dear is a part of all cultures throughout the world.The Christians visit the graveyards and place flowers and pray annually and on special functions.The Muslims also offer prayers to the departed.  In Hindu culture the annual prayer day is known as "Shraddha"which literally means respect or concentration.  When a human being dies, the subtle body gets freed from the dead body after performing the ritual of Shraddha and it gets position in the subtle plane meant for souls of dead persons. At that moment it assumes the designation of Pitru.  The first annual death anniversary is observed by a shraddha ceremony that enables the deceased (preta) to be admitted into the assembly of forefathers (pitru). So Shradha is rites performed to appease our departed ancestors with several offerings of food (to appease hunger), clothes, water (to appease thirst) or Daha shanti  etc.Usually a "Homa kund"or sacrificial

A mother is unique. There is none equivalent to her in this world.She is an epitome of unlimited,selfless love,sacrifice and is a pillar of strength to her family.    Mother is someone who carries her baby in her womb for ten months, and gives birth to the baby suffering a huge amount of pain, sometimes has surgery to deliver the baby by cutting open her abdomen.And many a time she sacrifices her life in the process of childbirth.And all this, so she can her bring the baby into the beautiful world.  MOTHERLY LOVE   Many people have heard about the "Tajmahal" one of the seven wonders of the world.But how many people know that this was built as a mausoleum for the famous Mumtaj Mahal who died giving birth to her fourteenth child? How pathetic and heart rending is her story. It is the story of a distressed mother and not the story of divine love as we all know. And  her husband Shahjahan married again after six months! TAJMAHAL SHAHJAHAN Mat