Wish You Were Here

Wish You Were Here December 2014. Institute canteen. New Delhi. I got a call from a Nepali doctor who was about to join as resident doctor in the department of surgery. His name was Sandeep Tripathi. “Hello dai Namaste. I am Sandeep.” A man on average height, moderately built, smily looks greeted me. “Hello. I am Suresh. Currently at the end of first semester in the department of Psychiatry. Nice to meet you.Congratualtions and welcome to AIIMS.” He had completed MBBS from Manipal medical college in Nepal and worked in civil service for few years before preparing for entrance examinations. He had finally grabbed the opportunity. It was definitely a tough job. But we had landed into a debate the very first day we met, for a very funny reason. He called me ‘Dai’ meaning elder brother with respect. His logic was that I would be his senior at AIIMS.I disagreed saying that he had completed his MBBS degree earlier and had longer clinical experience. Hence, I was justified to address him as ‘Dai’. He remained fixed to his stand. Over the few months, I had become his elder brother despite the incongruent difference of age and experience. I became more flexible and decided to address him as ‘Bro’ for ‘brother’ instead. The word didn’t distinguish any hierarchy of relationship between us though it maintained a strong sense of connectedness. We would meet within the institute premise multiple times. He was working hard and adjusted well in the new environment. My posting shifted to Ghaziabad and my visit to AIIMS was occasional. December 2014. I came to know that he was sick and admitted. They had made a diagnosis of ALL (a type of leukemia).It would mean that he had to undergo long term treatment with chemotherapy and frequent blood transfusions. Complications were expected to be frequent and complicating management. His residency training to become a surgeon would be affected. I had visited him when he was staying with his parents in a rented flat at Gautam Nagar. He had taken leave from duty. It was definitely a difficult situation for the family. But like his usual self, he appeared content and hopeful that he the malady will remit. Over the next one year, there were many ups and downs in his health. He later shifted to the hostel within the institute. I would usually visit him for dinner during my on call duty hours. He was frequently admitted for deteriorating health conditions at the cancer centre. There were times when I would reach his room only to find it locked and later come to know that he was admitted. We would often visit him in groups and he would enjoy the company of his friends. By then, most of the residents from Nepal had started feeling closer to each other. We even celebrated his birthdays at his place. His every admission used to scare us and we used to pray together for his best. To our expectations he used to fight back to hostel from the cancer centre. We also donated our blood whenever he needed. We took every opportunity to participate in his suffering and happiness. After the earthquake of April 2015, we were more united and came up with an organization to support the cause and Dr. Sandeep was the spokesperson of the first ever organization of foreign national students at AIIMS. Most of our initial meetings took place at his place. He always welcomed despite his ill health. Most importantly, his presence gave us a sense of unity through his affectionate smile and strength. Over the next one year, he played crucial role in organizing parties. I remember his presence in the first one that was organized by the association. He had undergone chemotherapy and lost his hair. He was present with his cap and infectious smile. He welcomed other residents and cracked jokes. At the end of the party, everyone showed their gratitude. As a student organization, we also showed our concern regarding He had taken leave from duty. He had taken leave from duty in some of the issues in Nepal. The circ

गजल ....मोतीपुञ्ज सुरेन्द्र

गजल

भेट्नलाई कति गाँठ, बोक्नु भो हजुर।
पराइकै थालमा कती, धोक्नु भो हजुर।

लिएर जानु भो, ब्यापारी कतिकती,
सुस्ता कालापानी मोल, तोक्नु भो हजुर।

उनैलाई भाकल गरी,चुनाव जित्ने दाउ,
कती खसी बोका बली, ठोक्नु भो हजुर।

छन त छन कती,बिस्वभरी हाम्रा साथी,
नाम चाँही पहिले त्यही सोच्नु भो हजुर।

तराजु यो न्यायको,छैन भार बराबरी,
हलुको मै देश राखी तोल्नु भो हजुर।

भेट्नलाई कति गाँठ, बोक्नु भो हजुर।
पराइकै थालैमा कती, धोक्नु भो हजुर।

मोतीपुञ्ज सुरेन्द्र

अन्तत खुलास गर्दछु।तिन बर्षको अथक मिहिनेत पररिस्रम पछी मेरो भाइ पनि अब गजल्मा हात हाल्न थालेको छ।उसको रुची ब्यङ्गतर्फ हो। आफुलाई ब्यङ्गकार भन्न रुचाउछ।आज ज्योतिपुञ्ज सुरेशको भाई 'मोतीपुञ्ज सुरेन्द्र' को यो गजल. उसलाई मेरो शुभकामना .गजल प्रस्तुत गर्न चाह्न्छु।

'The story Inside'

Some of my favourite quotes from novel 'The story Inside'

'This story of life never ends.The very point it tends to,it begins again.'

'Then I looked into his eyes,the monk who lost his mind,I call him the silent Buddha.'

Don't you see that,those lights mean a lot,the lights among the raindrops,the cool lights which don't extinguish.

You can't trust yourself, so you can't trust me or anybody around

I knew that I had this disease inside my head,knew it for so long.I had this adventurous journey to know what exactly it was.

Sorry to say this bitter truth,you were just a part of the experiment,it was not love,not lust just an experiment.I used you like a placebo to treat my disease..well I knew I was the right medication.

Those puzzles in the case sheet got into my mind my like anything,those numbers,those symbols,those letters haunted me everytime,It was high time I cracked that code…

Doc ,I am your patient,half sane half insance.Do I have right to become a doctor like you?Will they question my sanity?

You are docs,aren't you.Can we be friends?

You pretend to worship the god,don't you.But you don't respect the dead,do you?The dead are watching you from above,you shameless people…

And he babbled,mom,I just got hurt by brother.Am I gonna die?

There are these people who prepare for a war with a guns and gun bullets here I was ready for the inner war,a capsule my bullet,loaded with a magic powder, my gun powder,my courage, my gun.

Those saviours of dignity those in this thin line between sanity and insanity will save the world..

We had the same disease,he feared contamination of hands,me contamination of mind.

My mind was like an open book.The bullshit world scrapped some shit on it.Its high time I wrote my story on my own.

You can't go to heaven without going through hell and its all in our mind...

The psychiatrist wasn't dumb,he was just confused.Human mind is so complicated after all..

They say,psychiatrists go insane in their clinical practice.I would love to be a patient to,what an honour.

Every doctor has a patient inside,Every patient has a doctor iniside.

गजल चोखो थियो छवी ,लाग्यो आज दाग कस्तो! सोच भयो बेग्लै , लाग्यो आज भाग कस्तो।

गजल

चोखो थियो छवी ,लाग्यो आज दाग कस्तो!
सोच भयो बेग्लै , लाग्यो आज भाग कस्तो।

साँचो गजल त्यो,मिठै लाग्यो लेखेपछी,
गाएँ सुर छैन ,लाग्यो आज राग कस्तो!

नबोलेर झुटो,आधा सत्य खोलिदिएँ ,
कालकुटै तिम्रो,लाग्यो आज माग कस्तो!

झुक्किने झुक्याउने, खेलै जीवनजुवा,
कोइली त्यो हिजो,लाग्यो आज काग कस्तो!

पचाउन सिकेँ ,डस्नेहरु आए गए ,
ऐनामाचैं देखेँ,लाग्यो आज नाग कस्तो!

ज्योतिपुञ्ज सुरेश

गजल दिन्छौ कती दु:ख,भुललाई सोधी हेरेँ। प्यासी तिमी आँफै,मुललाई सोधी हेरेँ।

गजल

दिन्छौ कती दु:ख,भुललाई सोधी हेरेँ।
प्यासी तिमी आँफै,मुललाई सोधी हेरेँ।

काँडा भएपछी,गुलाफ कती प्यारा,
टाँसी हेर्नु यता,सूललाई सोधी हेरेँ।

वारी म छु यता,पारी पुग्नलाई हिंडे,
भत्के पुग्ने कता,पुललाई सोधी हेरेँ।

चर्चा ठुलै यहाँ,मान्छेहरु कस्ताकस्ता,
गल्ती भयो फेरी ,हुललाई सोधी हेरेँ।

पत्र लाग्छ राम्रो,केसरी त झनै,
जरा कस्तो लाग्छ,फूललाई सोधी हेरेँ।

ज्योतिपुञ्ज सुरेश

गजल लेख्न कति बाँकी, कथा आँफैभित्र। खेप्न कति बाँकी ,कथा आँफैभित्र।

गजल

लेख्न कति बाँकी, कथा आँफैभित्र।
खेप्न कति बाँकी ,कथा आँफैभित्र।

जहाँ हुन्छ अन्त्य,त्यहीबाट सुरु,
भेट्न कति बाँकी, कथा आँफैभित्र।

दुबै आँखा आज ,चिम्ली हेरेपछी,
देख्न कति बाँकी, कथा आँफैभित्र।

भिजे धेरै पाना,लेख्दा कतिचोटि,
सेक्न कति बाँकी, कथा आँफैभित्र।

निभ्न दिनु हुन्न,ज्योतिपुञ्ज जीवन
छेक्न कति बाँकी, कथा आँफैभित्र।


सगीतकार टिका भण्डारीबाट गजल एल्बम 'कथा आँफैभित्र' को लागि संगीत हुँदै गरेको मुल गजल।उपन्यास 'कथा आँफैभित्र' को सार गजल।।गाएन गजल एक महिनामा पुरा गर्ने लक्ष्य।
ज्योतिपुञ्ज सुरेश

गजल

मान्छेमान्छे छुटाउने,भगवान त्यो कहाँ छ?
प्रमाण के जुटाउने, भगवान त्यो कहाँ छ?

आफ्नो मन पत्थरै भो,मन्दिरमा जोगाउने,
काँच बाँकी फुटाउने,भगवान त्यो कहाँ छ?

मार्नेचाहिँ हाँसेकै छ , मर्नेबाँच्ने रुवाएर,
दुखियाकै लुटाउने,भगवान त्यो कहाँ छ?

मान्छेमान्छे छुटाउने,भगवान त्यो कहाँ छ?
प्रमाण के जुटाउने, भगवान त्यो कहाँ छ?