Expressing Feelings of Honor and Gratitude

I am pleased to represent here a Report of my Guest Author – Mr. Karimbhai V. Hada who had rendered his services as an Anchor-man to the local social function held at Kanodar Mahila Mandal Hall and which was presided by Mrs. Ladiben V. Bangalawala, Sarpanch of Gram Panchayat. Mr. Karimbhai Hada was honored with “Sanchar Sarthi Award” when he was in service with Telecom Department. He is a man of literature and presently the President of Local Community. He is a devoted man of social services and had glorified the Chair of Secretary of Sarvodaya Kelavani Mandal, a reputed local Trust for Higher Secondary Education.

Now onward, you will read the words of Mr. Karimbhai Hada. At the concluding part of this post, I’ll appear before you just to express my feelings of gratitude in brief. Here, Mr. Karimbhai speaks in his following words:

“Under the banner of Local NGO – Ascent Foundation, running a well-equipped and full fledged Institution known as Adarsh Public Library, had organized a remarkable function attended by a great mass of invited village people on May 10, 2009 to felicitate the three native personalities for their contribution of social welfare, education and global brotherhood through respective fields of their works and activities. These honorable persons are:-

 

Crying, a unique expression of passions in human life

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We have no any strong and conclusive proof that the creatures other than human are crying. This Article being centered on human being, we have no concern with creatures. Tom Lutz, a biological Researcher of eye fluid (tears) gives three distinguished types of tears (1) Basal (basic) tears (2) Reflex (resulted from irritation or injury) tears; and, (3) Emotional (Psychologically caused) tears. But, here also, there is no any intention of mine to give you any scientific studies of crying or tear shedding. I am going to deal with the emotional tears only now-hence-forth.

Charles Darwin has said, “Crying is the special expression of man.” Crying has no any barriers of age, gender or culture and it will continue for ages in human life. No any external power or authority can prevent crying anybody until the crying person itself calms down in its own way or at its own will. Sometimes it happens that even the crying fellow itself cannot control own crying until the effect of happiness or gloomy whichever might be the root cause is fully wiped off from the mind.

Arnold H. Glasow has quoted, “Crying is a release, a psychological tonic or tranquilizer.” Crying is valuable and yet free, a gift from God to mankind. It is not limited to babies or women; it is for all. It is natural, healthy and curative. To stay fit both physically and mentally, crying is necessary. Sometimes some saddest or happiest events may prove to be fatal to weak hearted persons if they are not reacted or absorbed by shedding tears. At this juncture, I’ll correlate my subject with some literary backgrounds just to justify the importance of crying in human life. Let us go now onwards to an emblematical poem of Alfred Lord Tennyson titled as “Home They Brought Her Warrior Dead”. Instead of any brief summary of the poem, I am going to give you the full text of the wonderful work of the poet. It is as this:

 

Jal-samaadhi, a love story (Gujarati)-Part II (જળસમાધિ-૨)

જળસમાધિ – ૨

સાવ વિચિત્ર કહી શકાય એવો એક દિવસે એક પ્રસંગ બન્યો. મુખીને થુંબડાવાળા  ખેતરમાં ચેણો* ઊગાડવાનો હતો. મુખિયાણી ખેતરમાં હતાં, તેથી પશાભાએ ખુશાલને કહ્યું, ‘ખુશાલ, ઘેર જઈને ચેણો ઉપાડી આવ તો વારુ! મેં રૂપાને કોઠીમાંથી કાઢી રાખવાનું કહી રાખ્યું છે. જલદી જા અને ઊભા પગે પાછો વળજે. આજ સાંજ સુધીમાં આપણે ચેણો પુખી નાખવો છે.‘

ખુશાલ ઘરમાં દાખલ થયો. તેને ઘરમાં હરવાફરવાની છૂટ હતી. પણ આ શું? તેણે વિચિત્ર દૃશ્ય જોયું. કોઠીના કાંઠા ઉપર કેળ સ્તંભશા બે પગ હાલી રહ્યા હતા. ખુશાલ વાત કળી ગયો કે ચેણો કાઢતાં રૂપા ઊંધા માથે થઈ ગઈ હતી. વીજળીવેગે કોઠી ઉપર ચઢીને જેવું તેણે અંદર જોયું કે તરત જ તેણે મોં ફેરવી લીધું. તે બે ઘડી વિમાસણમાં પડી ગયો કે શું કરવું! પળવાર વિચાર આવ્યો કે પડોશમાંથી કોઈક સ્ત્રીને બોલાવી લાવે, પણ તેમ કરવા જતાં રૂપાની જિંદગી હોડમાં મૂકવા જેવું થાય તેમ હતું. સામાન્યત: ચેણો એ સુવાળું ધાન્ય હોઈ રૂપાનું માથું અંદર સરક્યા જ કરે, શ્વાસ રુંધાય અને… અને…

આગળ વિચારવા પહેલાં તેણે ત્વરિત નિર્ણય લઈ લીધો. આંખો મીંચીને તેણે રૂપાના સુકોમળ પગ ઝાલી લીધા અને ખેંચીને બહાર કાઢી લીધી. કેવો જોગાનુજોગ હતો કે રૂપાનું કોઠીમાં ઊંધા માથે થઈ જવું અને ખુશાલનું ઘરમાં દાખલ થવું. ગામડાંમાં ચેણાને ગોઝારો ગણવામાં આવતો હોય છે અને તે દિવસે રૂપાનો જરૂર ભોગ લેવાઈ ગયો હોત!

રૂપા બહાર નીકળી ત્યારે તેની છાતી ધમણની જેમ ચાલતી હતી. શરીર ઉપરનાં વસ્ત્રો પરસેવાથી નીતરતાં હતાં.આંખો, નાક અને કાનમાં દાણા ભરાઈ ગયા હતા. છોભીલી પડેલી રૂપા કપડાં ખંખેરતાં રડવા જેવી બની ગઈ.

 

Jal-samaadhi, a love story (Gujarati)-Part I (જળસમાધિ – ૧)

A very brief background of this story is that I was very enthusiastic of getting my stories published in some Gujarati Magazines at my age of 20. In those days, a Gujarati monthly Magazine ”Savita” was being published from Bombay publishing exclusive Gujarati short stories. Every year, this magazine arranged a ‘Story Competition’ for having good stories for their Magazine. For two or three years, I participated in this competition; and lastly this “Jal-samaadhi” was selected not as any prize-winner, but as one of the best stories next to first three in the year 1965. In this way, my dream came true and I got inspiration to proceed on in this field of literature with its print publication.

Critics may find this story not meeting with the standard and form of the present Gujarati short story; but if they evaluate it in context to that particular year, I think, they will find it okay. I am tempted to publish it here on my blog due to the only reason that this story was a milestone for me in those days and presently I consider it as the foundation stone of my literary activities going on.

Meanwhile, I thank my Gujarati Readers spread over world-wide for their encouraging visits to my blog and comments on my Articles.

I take your leave with warm Invitation to my story below. Please, go on.

 

Rising above Corruption – A General Review

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India’s ancient Pundit (Scholar) Chanakya, in his literary work “Niti Shastra” i.e. Science on Ethics, quotes as “One should save money against hard times, save wife at the sacrifice of own riches, but invariably one should save own soul even at the sacrifice of wife and riches.”

Not only bureaucrats, but who-so-ever come under boundary of definition of corruption, need to ponder over above words of Chanakya along with the life story of Valmiki, a great Saint (Rishi) and the poet of Ramayana. We know that the members of his family, when he was Vaalio, a Robber, denied to share with his sins saying that the one who commits sins must suffer their consequences oneself.

Violations of duty including to postpone works that are to be immediately done are the abstract forms of corruption. It may be defined in precise as “Corruption is the use of a position of trust for dishonest gain.” I shall remember Chanakya once again with his words as “one who is content with his riches has his heaven here on earth”. But, we see all around the world that the most of the people of all cadres in society are money hungry. They demand bribes for they want to make a decent living. They are not content with what they have and to satisfy their ugly desires they are prepared to do like anything by keeping their ears deaf to hear the voice of their inner soul. They do no see farther than the end of their own nose.