Physiotherapy Day Message

My dear Physio friends,
I see my timeline filled with wishes of World Physiotherapy Day. Rather, I would request you all to learn mutual respect and respect your profession.

Learn to refer a patient to the right specialist. Stop thinking that you know everything. Stop thinking that you'll lose money after a referral. If you knew everything there was no need of MPTs and Ph.D.s!!! And giving a referral will bring you back 10.

Stop having a herd mentality! First perfect what you have learned in your bachelors/masters and then run behind expanding your horizons.

Respect your profession, your teachers and seniors. Because no matter how much more you earn than them, you're still less learned than them! And they still have more experience than you in every aspect!

A little modesty has never killed anyone. Learn to be humble. TO EVERYONE!!! Including your patients, even the most illiterate ones. It's your duty to treat them, NOT TO JUDGE THEM!

Thanks very much for reading (if you bothered reading this at all).
You may now continue the celebration!

For one more day...

Dated: 1st Feb '15.

Place: Kerela Express @ Gwalior Station.

I am traveling from Sevagram to Delhi with Maa. I move back to Dehradun today after the "train wreck" decision of taking the Mumbai job. I still look up to it as a flat risk I chose to which the end was known to me throughout.

Let's not get into the details of that. I decided to finish the book I have been reading in this very journey. "for one more day" by Mitch Albom. I was given this book by Aakanksha Sharma, a dear friend and a lot more! While she handed it to me she said that you will end up in tears. I thought thus, I should read it. I finished reading "To kill a mocking bird" and took this book up. In the last 15 pages of this book, I cried uncontrollably. It says so much I desire for too. Oh what I can give to live just one more day with my father. I never got a chance to make it up to him.

There were times I wasn't the best daughter. There were times I wasn't the best anything. I was just a loser over all. And my father had to see and deal with that. He saw me falling, failing but couldn't see me today when I am everything he hoped for.

There were times I got angry on him... for coming home late, for not buying me that toy and for not letting me do this thing and the list is endless. I got angry, fought with him, lied to him, probably even raised my voice to him a few times. What eats me up now is I never got a chance to apologize! I never got a chance to say to him how much I love him, never got a chance to tell him that i see how much he loves me. He wasn't a very expressive man... He never put in words how much he loved us- Bhai, Maa and I. He probably left it on us to observe and conclude on it.

I have wished so many times to get to be with him just for one day... ONE DAY!!! And I wish for it even more now. Because somehow, if and when I meet him now, it will be a much more transparent relation. I wanna hear the entire side of his story and although I know he knows, but still tell him my side of story.

"I believe that parents, if they love you, will hold you up safely, above their swirling waters, and sometimes that means you'll never know what they endured. And you may treat them unkindly, in a way you otherwise wouldn't. But there's a story behind everything. How a picture got on a wall. How a scar got on your face. Sometimes the stories are simple. And sometimes they are hard and heartbreaking. But behind all your stories is always your parent's story, because here is where yours begins..."

मैं आप जैसी हूँ ना पापा?

मैं आप जैसी हूँ ना पापा?

ज्यादा नहीं, पर कुछ कुछ ही सही

सबको मुझमे आपकी परछाई दिखती है ना पापा?

आप जितनी बड़ी शक्सीयत नहीं,

पर जानने वाले मुझे भी कम नहीं।

नाम आज मेरा उतना ऊँचा नहीं,

पर नाम आपका रोशन किये बिना दम लूंगी नहीं।

ज्यादा नहीं, कुछ कुछ ही सही,

मैं आप जैसी हूँ ना पापा?

समाज के भले  के लिए कुछ किया नहीं है अब तक,

अपने कदमो को भी ठीक से सम्हाला नहीं है अब तक. 

माँ के बहुत अरमान है जिन्हें पूरा किया नहीं है अब तक,

पर इस सब के लिए कोशिश करती रहूंगी,

हार नहीं मानूंगी मुझमे प्राण है जब तक. 

ज्यादा नहीं कुछ कुछ ही सही,

मैं आप जैसी हु न पापा?

आपके सारे अधूरे सपने मैं पूरे करुँगी ये वादा है. 

हर मुश्किल से डट कर लडूंगी ये वादा है. 

आपका नाम तो बहुत अच्छा  है दुनिया में,

पर उसमे चार चाँद लगूंगी ये वादा है. 

ज्यादा नहीं, कुछ कुछ ही सही,

मैं आपकी बिटिया आप जैसी हूँ ना पापा?

Tab se Tumko chaha hai...

Jab nazro ko tumhara deedar hua, tab se Tumko chaha hai...
   
Jab muskura k aaye the tum pass, tab se Tumko chaha hai...

Jab Haste hasaate ki thi humse baat, tab se Tumko chaha hai...
    
Jab Apni shararato me kiya tha Hume shamil, tab se Tumko chaha hai...
    
Jab Shararat karte Huae thama tha tumne haath, tab se Tumko chaha hai..

Jab dil dukha to humraaz banaya tumne, tab se Tumko chaha hai...
   
Jab aansuo ko apne meri palko pe sajaya tumne, tab se Tumko chaha hai...
    
Jab sab gham bhulakar mere saath hase, tab se Tumko chaha hai...
   
Jab haath se chin kar pareshaniya meri-apni bana li, tab se Tumko chaha hai...
   
Ab to ye bhi yaad nahi k kab se Tumko chaha hai...
     
Bas Itna yaad hai, k jab se chaahat ko Jana hai, tabse Tumko chaha hai...

Mesmerized...!

3rd December '09; 5:30 am:
I step out, into the backyard to feel the chilly morning (quiet unusual though, to have such chilly winters in wardha!) and fresh air and see the jet black sky in the decent hours of morning... But what i saw... Was more than what the word "incredible" describes! And what made it so... was the Moon!


The shinest & brightest piece of zari in a soot black veil, which has other shiny & glittery decorations, but anyways, they fail to catch any attention... The shine that the moon spilled out of itself left me enchanted... It was like, the most divine thing you can see... And you dont even get to see such things everyday, trust me on that! (as i'm used to waking up at the same hours of morning)


How more to describe it...?! Probably all the adjectives i can use here will fall short to describe its bliss! Finally i drop to the conclusion of calling it "MESMERISED MORNING!" The morning, i'll probably never ever get to see in my life. The morning, that i'll remember a lifetime... The morning, that makes you forget all the pains & insanity and draws you towards the true beauty God himself created...

I've a secret...

I've got a secret and the secret is you...
I believe in it and i want you to know its true...
I've got a secret and the secret is you!


I'm writting today, almost after 2 years,
2 years, full of unending tears,
Full of unresolved fears...
But you gave me the boost i lost, the Gears!
& yes! I'm back doing what you love too!
I've got a secret and the secret is you!


Sitting in a quiet corner, below the guava tree,
I've uninhibited and let go all my thoughts free!
Humming's chirping everywhere...
And phone playing "I saw her standing there"
& I feel like myself, the true me here!
And its all cz of the secret i got and the secret is you!


:)

The Friend

The moon, ever a companion to me, has grown more friendly with closer acquaintance, a reminder of the loveliness of this world, of the waxing and waning of life, of light following darkness, of death and resurrection following each other in interminable succession. Ever changing, yet ever the same, i have watched it in its different phases and its many moods in the evening, as the shadows lengthen, in the still hours of the night and when the breath and whisper of dawn bring promise of the coming day...

I Make A Difference

Somebody asked: 
"You're a Physio?
That's cool, I wanted to do that when I dint get into med school.
How much do you make?"

The Physio replied: "HOW MUCH DO I MAKE?".. 


I can make holding your hand seem like the most important thing in the world when you're scared..


I can make your child get back on his feet and field after that football injury...


I can help your father walk again after his heart attack...


I can make myself get up at 4 am to make sure your mother gets the cardio PT she needs to help her live..I will work straight through until 4 am to keep her going well and start the day all over again!


I work all day for the betterment of lives of strangers..


I will drop everything and run a code for hours trying to keep you alive!!


I make my family wait for dinner until I  know your family member is taken care of.. 


I make myself skip lunch so that I can make sure that everything I did for your wife today was correct...


I work weekends and holidays and even all through the night because people don't just get sick Monday through Friday and during normal working hours.


Today, I might make your life livable..


How much do I make?


All I know is, I make a DIFFERENCE...!!!

कितनी आंधिया है...

है कहाँ छप्पर 'रघु' की झोपडी का?

है कहाँ भगवान्? कितनी आंधिया है...

नाव को तट पर बंधी रहने दो माझी,

उठ रहा तूफ़ान कितनी आंधिया है...

वो शक्कर और तेल की कतार में खड़ा है,

घर में है मेहमान... कितनी आंधिया है...

भूख से जो मर गया उसकी चिता से

जल रहा शमशान, कितनी आंधिया है...

© स्व. प्रफुल्ल चतुर्वेदी

The Treasure Chest

It's been 10 days since I have actually started revisiting my 1st year books on the pretext of the coming screening exams. Last 9 days were all fine and encouraging for my Maa but this morning- you should have seen that!!! She was outraged... According to her, my books were "ALL OVER THE PLACE!" (I'm still not able to accept the fact that is it even possible?!) So in the process of cleaning up the room and making my books at one place instead of "All Over", I needed space since existing book shelves are already full. So I was instructed to make space in the one where my late father's books were kept. And She left for office after assigning me this painful task.

I know, after a year and 4 months this shouldn't be "painful" for me at all. But believe you me, it was still as tough as it would've been a year back. It was like I was actually invading his space. I was invading my Father's space! It still belongs to him, everything in there still has a copyright of Mr. Prafulla Chaturvedi. And getting rid of things from it was seeming a crime to me. I was sitting there, in front of the open book shelf, staring at it hopelessly. I had a smile on my face and tears in my eyes simultaneously...

Sitting there clueless, I don't know what hit me and I realised that at some point I have to do this. Make some space there... (and here too...). Eventually, the book shelf has to be made a little space in! "It can be like this forever, but it wont help!", as my best friend always says. So finally, with a heavy heart, I got back on my feet and started disturbing my Papa's space to make some for myself!

I did do it. I made space in that book shelf. I spaced it up by getting rid of the dust that got collected, by my childhood drawing books that he treasured, the photos of mine and Bhai's childhood-that were his fond memories. And I made some huge space by taking "The Treasure Chest" out of there...

Do you wanna know about that Treasure Chest?


Well, here you go! It's my Papa's diary. Yes, the diary that is still alive with his handwriting, still very much rich with his words. And, I know I'm not that good and even close to my Papa's work as a writer but today I realised from where I inherited this little talent that I behold- from my Papa! This diary, that initially I was hesitant to even open. But later, I recollected my Papa telling me about it. That he wrote poems about a few things and for a few people but never really bragged them! So, I dared barge in and I found all these poems.

As I said, he never bragged them. So, I guess I have the privilege of sharing the legacy. I will be posting some of his lines and I hope he is appreciated post-humus...

गुमशुदा!!!

एक लड़की की हमें तलाश है...

जो कहाँ खो गयी है पता नहीं...

तस्वीर उसकी भले ना हो,

पर इतनी भी वो आम नहीं...

वो है किसीकी नन्ही बिटिया...

जिसकी खिलखिलाती हंसी उनकी सुबह सजाती है.

जिसके कदमो की चंचल आहट उनका घर-आँगन मेहकाती है.

जिसकी आँखों की नमी उन सबको दहला जाती है.

और जिस अकेली की मायूसी सब कुछ वीरान कर जाती है.

वो है किसीकी प्यारी बहना...

जिसकी ख़ुशी की खातिर वो खुद बच्चा बन जाता है.

जिसको गर खरोच भी आये तो आंसू उसको आता है.

जिसकी जिद्द उसके लिए बस फरमान बन जाता है.

जिसे अगर कोई रुला जाये, वो उसका दुश्मन बन जाता है.

वो है किसीकी सहेली...

जिस से मिले बिना वो खुद को तनहा पाती है.

जिसकी खुशियो की बातें सुनके वो अपने दुःख भूल जाती है.

जिस से बात वो न करे तो बस गुमसुम सी रह जाती है.

जिसकी दोस्ती को वो उपरवाले की रहमत मानती है.

वो है किसीका ख्वाब...

जिसकी पायल की झंकार पर उसका जहां रुक जाता है.

जिसकी जुल्फों की घटा से उठा घना बादल उसको भिगा जाता है.

जिसकी एक मुस्कान के लिए वो अपना सब कुछ लुटा जाता है.

जिसकी जुबां पे आया हर लफ्ज़ उसकी सरगम  बन जाता है.

वो माँ उसे तलाश रही है, जिसकी आँखों का वो बेटी तारा है!

वो भाई उसे तलाश रहा है, जिसके स्नेह का वो पिटारा है!

वो सहेली उसे तलाश रही है, जिसके सुख दुःख की वो साथी है!

वो आँखे उसे तलाश रही है, जिसमे रोज़ बन ख्वाब वो आती है!

क्या आपने उसे कहीं देखा है?