लादेन, अमरीका और भारत का ढुलमुल रवैया? 2. “Tarapur to Jaitapur” 3. Funny One Liners 4.I Am Joe’s Foot 5. Elderly jokes 6. Robby
Ramanuj Asawa
पिछले कुच्छ दिनों से सभी मित्रों को कह रखा था कि वह अपने परोपकारी / पहुँचवाले मित्रों से मेरा परिचय कराये जिससे हम अपनी दर्द निवारण यात्रा को आगे बढ़ा सकें. इसी कड़ी में आज सुबह कि सैर के समय हमारे मित्र श्री सुखदेवे जी ने श्रीमती माधुरी गोडसे (Retd ACP) से मुलाकात करवाई. उनके एक हाथ में दर्द था. हमने जैसे ही उनका दर्द कम किया दुसरे दो हाथ आगे आये और उनका एडी और तलवे के दर्द निवारण किये; श्रीमती गोडसे ने आते जाते अपने मित्रों को आवाज़ दी और देखते ही देखते १०-१२ लोगों को दर्द निवारण पद्धति का परिचय मिल गया.
दिन में CIIMS (Central India Institute of Medical Sciences) जाने का काम पड़ा. वहां physiotherapy विभाग में दसेक लोगों का इलाज किया जिसमें मुख्यता डोक्टोर्स ही थे. कईयों ने हमसे पद्धति सीखने कि इच्छा भी प्रकट की है.
किसी कारणवश रायपुर का ८ जून का प्रोग्राम नहीं हो पायेगा. उन्होंने आगे कभी प्रोग्राम करवाने का आश्वासन दिया है.
From: Dr. Purushottam Meena <dr.purush...@yahoo.in>
लादेन, अमरीका और भारत का ढुलमुल रवैया? (आतंकवाद पर अमरीकी नीति और भ्रष्टाचार पर चीनी नीति पर विचार किया जाना चाहिए !)
डॉ.
पुरुषोत्तम मीणा ‘निरंकुश’ अमरीका ने आतंकवादी लादेन को, अतंकवाद के घर पाकिस्तान में घुसकर मार गिराया| यह खबर आज (02 मई, 2011) की सबसे बड़ी खबर है| भारत में इस खबर के बाद केन्द्र सरकार ने अलर्ट जारी कर दिया है और न्यूज चैनलों पर लोगों से शान्ति बनाये रखने की अपील की जा रही है|
जबकि इसके ठीक विपरीत अमरीका में यह आलेख लिखे जाने तक (अमरीका के रात्री ढाई बजे तक) लादेन की हत्या का जश्न मनाया जा रहा है| वहॉं का राष्ट्रपति सार्वजनिक रूप से घोषणा कर रहा है कि उन्होंने जो कहा था, वह कर दिखाया| उन्होंने आतंकवाद के पर्याय लादेन को मार गिराया और साथ ही यह सन्देश भी दिया है कि जो कोई भी अमरीका के खिलाफ आँख उठाने या आँख दिखाने की कौशिश
करेगा, उसका हाल सद्दाम और लादेन जैसा ही होगा| हालांकि लादेन और सद्दाम की कोई तुलना नहीं की जा सकती, लेकिन अमरीका ने दोनों को ही पकड़ा और उड़ा दिया| सारे संसार में से किसी ने भी आवाज उठाने की हिम्मत नहीं की, कि सद्दाम को न्याय पाने के लिये राष्ट्रपति पद के अनुकूल निष्पक्ष प्रक्रिया का लाभ मिलना चाहिये था| अमरीका
ने सद्दाम पर मुकदमा चलाने का भी मात्र नाटक ही किया था| अन्यथा अमरीका चाहता तो घटना स्थल पर भी उसे मार सकता था| लादेन के मामले में अमरीका ने किसी की परवाह नहीं की और टीवी पर दिखाये जा रहे लादेन के चित्र से साफ दिख रहा है कि बहुत नजदीकी से लादेन की आँखों और ललाट पर गोली मारी गयी हैं| ऐसे लोगों से निपटने का सम्भवत: यही
एक सही तरीका है| इसके विपरीत भारत अलर्ट जारी करके न जाने क्या दिखाना चाहता है| भारतीय शासकों और हक्मरानों को अमरीका, चीन आदि देशों से आतंकवाद और भ्रष्टाचार के मामले में कुछ सबक लेने की जरूरत है| चाहे आतंकवादी कोई भी हो, उसे पकड़े जाने के बाद सच्चाई और षड़यन्त्र उगलवाये जावें और मुकदमा चलाकर वर्षों मेहननवाजी
करने के बजाय, उनको ऊपर वाले की अदालत में भेज दिया जाये तो आतंकवादियों तथा उसे पनपाने वालों को सख्त सन्देश जायेगा| परन्तु हमारे यहॉं तो कारगिल में सेना द्वारा घेर लिये गये पाकिस्तानी आक्रमणकारियों तक को भी सुरक्षित पाकिस्तान लौट जाने के लिये समय दिया गया| दिये गये समय में अपने साजो-सामान और भारतीयों को मारने
के लिये लाये गये हथियारों सहित वापस नहीं लौट पाने पर, भारत की सरकार द्वारा फिर से समय बढाया गया और दुश्मनों को आराम से पाकिस्तान लौट जाने दिया गया| इसके बाद तत्कालीन भारत सरकार द्वारा भारतीस सेना के हजारों सिपाहियों की बलि देने के बाद, अपने इस शर्मनाक निर्णय को भी ‘‘कारगिल विजय’’ का नाम दिया गया|
चाहे संसद पर
हमला करने वाले हों या मुम्बई के ताज पर हमला करने वाले| चाहे अजमेर में ब्लॉट करने वाले हों या जयपुर में बम धमाकों में बेकसूरों को मारने वाले हों| आतंकी चाहे गौरे हों या काले हों| इस्लाम को मानने वाले हों या हिन्दुत्व के अनुयाई| उनमें किसी प्रकार का भेद करने के बजाय, सभी के लिये एक ही रास्ता अख्तियार करना होगा| तब ही हम आतंकवाद पर सख्त सन्देश दे पायेंगे| बेशक आतंकी अफजल गुरू
हो या असीमानन्द ये सभी नर पिशाच भारत के ही नहीं, बल्कि सम्पूर्ण मानवता के दुश्मन हैं| जिन्हें जिन्दा रहने का कोई हक नहीं है|
अमरीका पाकिस्तान में घुसकर लादेन को मार सकता है तो हम दाऊद को क्यों नहीं निपटा सकते? दाऊद तो पाकिस्तान में बैठा है, लेकिन कसाबा, असीमानन्द, अफजल गुरू, प्रज्ञासिंह जैसों को तो हमने ही
मेहमान बनाकर पाल रखा है| क्या हम फिर से किसी विमान अपहरण का इन्तजार कर रहे हैं, जब भारत का कोई मन्त्री विमान वापस प्राप्त करने के बदले में इन आतंकियों को छोड़ने का सौदा करके भारत का मान बढायेगा? अब समय आ गया है, जबकि हमें अमरीका से सबक लेना चाहिये और कम से आतंकवाद के मामले में अमरीका की नीति और भ्रष्टाचार के मामले में चीन की
नीति पर विचार किया जावे| |
From: Admiral L. Ramdas, Former Chief of Naval Staff <Greenpea...@mailing.greenpeace.org>
Dear Ramanuj,
I am taking the unusual step of sending this direct request
because I believe that the announcement by the Prime Minister's Office
(PMO) on the 25th anniversary of the Chernobyl nuclear disaster, to
continue with the proposed French-built nuclear power park at Jaitapur
is a serious mistake with long term implications for our people.[1]
Fax Manmohan Singh with one click
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Along
with several others I participated in the “Tarapur to Jaitapur” yatra
(march) in Maharashtra, to protest against the proposed nuclear plant in
Jaitapur.[2] We did not reach Jaitapur because many of us were detained/arrested for participating in this peaceful protest.[3]
It is well known that the Jaitapur nuclear plant is on an earthquake-prone zone [4] and the French EPR reactors have not yet been tested anywhere in the world.[5]
Surprisingly the government has rejected the demands to cancel the
project, which will result in the loss of land and livelihoods for many.
Further, the government has shown disregard for the views of the
many scientists, academicians, military experts and citizens from the
rest of the country calling for a review of its earlier decisions on
nuclear power plants.
Apart from announcing
the creation of an independent regulatory board to ensure safety
standards, the government has taken no action on the widespread demand
for a fresh review of nuclear energy policy in the country. We need to tell Prime Minister Manmohan Singh and Maharashtra CM, Prithviraj Chavan that they cannot ignore serious concerns raised by the people of this country.
You should send a fax to the PM and CM Chavan asking them to stop the Jaitapur nuclear plant.
Add your signature to the message and we will fax it to the PM and copy
CM, Chavan for you. 73,000 petition signatures opposing this plant have
already been delivered to the PM.[6] Now a large number of faxes asking him to stop the plant will make it difficult for him ignore the demand.
Safe and clean renewable energy options and energy efficiency can help meet our energy demands, all of which are available and at a much lower cost than nuclear[7].
The government needs to invest in these instead of dangerous nuclear
energy. Tell the PM and CM Chavan to stop this dangerous plant now!
Thank you for taking action!
Admiral L. Ramdas,
Former Chief of Naval Staff,
Indian Navy.
Sources:
1. Jaitapur plant to go ahead with greater compensation, Times of India, April 27, 2011
http://timesofindia.indiatimes.com/india/Jaitapur-plant-to-go-ahead-with-greater-compensation/articleshow/8095503.cms
3. Funny One Liners
From: Nitin Khedulkar <premi...@gmail.com>
* I asked my new girlfriend what sort of books she's interested in, She said: Cheque books.
* The easiest way to make your old car run better, is to check the Prices of new car.
* What is the difference between men and pigs? Pigs don't turn into Men when they drink.
* What's the difference between a good lawyer and a great lawyer? A: A good lawyer knows the law. A great lawyer knows the judge.
* Nurse: A beautiful woman who holds your hand for one full minute and Then expects your pulse to be normal.
* Boss: We are very keen on cleanliness. Did you wipe your feet on the Mat as you came in?
New employee: Yes, sir.
Boss: We are also keen on truthfulness. There is no mat.
* Q: Why dogs don't marry?
A: Because they are already leading adog's life!
* Q: What's the diff between mother & wife? A: One woman brings you
Into the world crying & the other ensures you continue to do so.
From: Vishal Mahesh <vishal...@yahoo.com>
SEVEN FUNDAMENTALS OF LIFE FOR TODAY...
1. Money is not everything. There's also Mastercard & Visa.
2. One should love animals.They are tasty too.
3. Save water. Drink beer.
4. Studying is healthy, So leave it for the sick.
5. Books are holy. So don't touch them.
6. Love your neighbour but never get caught.
7. Everyone should marry because happiness is not the only thing in life.
I Am Joe’s Foot
(I may be unglamorous, but I deserve better care than I generally get!)
By J.D. Ratcliff
Joe is somewhat awed by his heart, liver, lungs and other organs.* But he tends to regard me as an ungainly, trouble-causing nuisance. I am Joe’s left foot. I’ve been described as everything from an architectural nightmare to anatomical wonder. The latter, I think, is closer to fact.
Joe has no idea what a complex piece of machinery I really am. There he stands, gazing out a window, his mind is pretty much a blank. Yet a great deal is going on inside me. In effect, through the intricate interaction of my 26 bones (one fourth of all Joe’s bones are in his feet), 107 ligaments and 19 muscles, I am balancing a six-foot, 180 pound pile of flesh and bone. Try balancing anything that size on an area no larger than the soles of two feet! It’s a tricky business. Messages fly back and forth from the brain. Sensor spots in my soles report that pressure is growing in one area—Joe is tilting slightly. Back come orders: tighten his muscle, relax that one. It would take a good-sized computer to handle a balancing act like that.
Walking is even more complex. My heel takes the initial shock load which is then transmitted along my five metatarsal bones to the ball of Joe’s foot, just behind the toes. Finally, with the big toe, I give a forward thrust. This keeps me quite busy.
But Joe pays more attention to the tires of his car than he does to me. He punishes me unmercifully, then gets annoyed when I hurt. He simply cannot understand it. Let him walk down a sidewalk at a comfortable 100-step-a-minute pace. That means I’m hitting cement with a 180-pound jolt 50 times each minute, and my partner to the right is doing the same. In his lifetime Joe will walk something like 65,000 miles—which means tens of millions of jolts for me. The wonder is that I don’t collapse completely.
For the first million years or so that Joe’s ancestors were on earth, things were fine for feet. Everyone walked barefoot (later on, they would wrap feet in animal skins) on yielding, uneven terrain—the finest possible exercise for feet. Then came shoes, cement sidewalks and hard floors. I began to hurt just thinking about them!
When Joe was a baby, his parents, without knowing it, piled punishment on me. They did not realize that my bones were soft and rubbery (I wouldn’t be a finished product until Joe was about 20 years old). They tucked crib sheets tightly enough to produce mild deformities in me and crammed me into shoes and socks, both short enough to do further damage.
Like all young parents, they were anxious for Joe to take his first wobbly steps, and tried to help him. I was still a little bag of pretty soft jelly, not yet ready for walking. It would have been better if they had let Joe decide when he was ready to walk for himself— and left him barefoot until then, or even a month or so afterward.
As a child, Joe got regular checks of heart, lungs and other organs that are rarely defective in the young. But I, a big trouble-causer, was ignored. Many doctors figure, I suppose, that sore feet never killed anyone. By the time Joe was four a podiatrist—foot specialist—would have seen immediately that I needed help. By the time Joe was six, real trouble was under way—as in 40 percent of all kids. My partner and I were going flat, and there were the beginnings of toe deformities, caused mainly by heredity and by shoes.
Joe got lessons in tooth brushing, hair growing, and ear watching, but no one thought to give him walking lessons—mainly, to walk with toes straight forward. He walked with toes out. Also, his parents bought him shoes that would last—the worst possible thing. Up to age six, Joe should have had his feet measured every four to six weeks and new shoes when necessary. By age 12, he should have been getting new shoes four times a year.
There is an old adage that “when feet hurt, one hurts all over.” I can cause symptoms far removed from me: backache, headache, leg cramps and such. Mainly, these troubles trace to Joe changing posture and gait to spare one of my sore spots. I might add that these things have an emotional as well as physical impact. Sore feet: sour disposition.
By all rights, Joe’s wife’s foot should be telling this story, since women have four times as much foot trouble as men. High-heeled shoes are too blame. They pitch weight forward where it doesn’t belong, shorten calf muscles, throw the spine out of balance. That’s why women have so many back and leg pains. And why they kickoff shoes at every opportunity. They’d do better to throw them away.
There are some 50 things that can go wrong with me. The most common: corns. When a shoe produces a pressure spot on one of my toes, I respond by piling up protective tissue. Soon there is a pile of dead cells—high enough to put pressure on a nerve below and cause pain. One corn cure would be for Joe to go to bed for a few weeks. Usually, the corns would disappear.
Joe considers himself a quite competent corn surgeon. He isn’t. He trims with a razor blade, unsterile, and uses acid corn removers—both of which can lead to infection. What he should do is apply a moleskin plaster to ease immediate pain, then get shoes that fit.
Bunions come when my big toe folds under the second toe. This, in males, is mostly a hereditary deformity, but shoes aggravate it. I respond by building a pad of protective tissue. Usually the problem can be alleviated by a specially designed splint or sling or other mechanical appliance, used in the shoe. If not, surgery to straighten the big toe may be the only answer.
Calluses, usually on the ball of the foot, are sometimes painful pressure spots. Trimming by afoot doctor helps, but wedges, lifts and appliances to produce better balance are the best answer.
Athlete’s foot is caused by fungi. These are always present on me, but they cause no harm until they develop and multiply in a moist skin crack or crevice. The best prevention is to keep me dry—not easy, since sweat glands are more numerous on my sole then in any other part of the body except the palms of the hands. If Joe would give me a good wash twice a day, an alcohol rubdown and frequent dustings with powder, the problem would be kept under control. If these things fail, there are always the new anti-fungus pills.
Everyone has had ingrown toenails. Best treatment is to clean the corners and put a pellet of medicated cotton under the nail. Still better is prevention—trim the nail straight across, and not too short.
Lately, Joe has had a few bouts of coldness and numbness in me—due to poor circulation, a part of the aging process. Get the blood moving faster and the trouble goes away. Tepid baths help to dilate blood vessels and improve circulation. Propping me and my partner up on a desk or hassock also helps. As does a walk.
The very best exercise Joe can give me is walking barefoot, as his ancestors did, over uneven terrain. If he would play golf barefoot, it would be a treat for me. But on hard surfaces I do need shoes for support. And, although Joe will imprison me in these leather cells for two thirds of his life, he still doesn’t know how to buy a decent pair. In fact, he spends more time selecting necktie. Occasionally, when I am giving him a hard time, he may buy a pair of “health” shoes. There is no such thing—any more than there are “health” eyeglasses or “health” dentures. Either a shoe fits of it doesn’t.
Joe should buy shoes in the late afternoon—when I’ve swollen to my largest size of the day. He should insist that the salesman measure both me and my partner; often one foot is slightly larger than the other. And the measuring should bed one while Joe is standing.
Shoes should be at least half an inch longer than the longest toe. If there isn’t room for me to wiggle my toes, Joe should pass up that pair. And forget about ”breaking in” shoes. If a shoe isn’t comfortable when bought, it’s going to cause me—and Joe—trouble. Another thing: too-short socks a real most as bad toe-crampers as shoes. Joe should particularly watch those stretch ones.
One final thing: I am threatening Joe here, and he had better pay heed. Ahead lies old age. The great majority of older people have ailing, painful feet from years of misuse. This is one of the main reasons they spend so much time in rocking chairs and on park benches. There they sit, at the very times of life when they are most in need of mild exercise and stimulating activities.
In this sense, I can actually shorten life. If Joe is to avoid this, he had better start giving me the attention—the serious attention—I deserve.
*Joe, 47, is a typical American man. A number of his organs have told their story in previous articles in The Reader’s Digest.
This article is based largely on interviews with Dr. Jack Wickstrom, head of the division of orthopedics, Tulane Medical School, and Dr. David A. Spring, a podiatrist.
Ratcliff, J.D. “I am Joe’s Foot.” Reader’s Digest. 97. 581. (1970): 117-120.
September 1970http://people.unt.edu/~lsg0002/JoesFoot.htm
From: Vishal Mahesh <vishal...@yahoo.com>
An elderly couple had dinner at another couple's house, and after eating, the wives left the table and
went into the kitchen.
The two gentlemen were talking, and one said, 'Last night we went out to a new restaurant and it was really great.. I would recommend it very highly.'
The other man said, 'What is the name of the restaurant?'
The first man thought and thought and finally said, 'What is the name of that flower you give to someone you love?
You know.... The one that's red and has thorns.'
'Do you mean a rose?'
'Yes, that's the one,' replied the man. He then turned towards the kitchen and yelled,'Rose, what's the name of that restaurant we went to last night?'
Hospital regulations require a wheel chair for patients being discharged. However, while working as a student nurse, I found one elderly gentleman already dressed and sitting on the bed with a suitcase at his feet, who insisted he didn't need my help to leave the hospital.
After a chat about rules being rules, he reluctantly let me wheel him to the elevator.
On the way down I asked him if his wife was meeting him.
'I don't know,' he said. 'She's still upstairs in the bathroom changing out of
her hospital gown.'
From: Vishal Mahesh <vishal...@yahoo.com>
Subject: Inspirational: Robby...
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This is a true touching story of
love and perseverance. Well worth the read. At the prodding of my friends, I am writing this story. My name is Mildred Honor.
I am a former elementary school music teacher from DesMoines, Iowa . I have always supplemented my income by teaching piano lessons, something I have done for over 30 years. During those years I found that children have many levels of musical ability, and even though, I never had the pleasure of having a prodigy, I have taught some very talented students. However, I have also had my share of what I call 'musically challenged' pupils - one such pupil being Robby. Robby was 11 years old when his mother. a single mom, dropped him off for his first piano lesson. I prefer that students, especially boys, begin at an earlier age, which I explained to Robby. But, Robby said that it had always been his mothers' dream to hear him play the piano, so I took him as a student. Well, Robby began his piano lessons and from the beginning I thought it was a hopeless endeavor. As much as Robby tried, he lacked the sense of tone, and basic rhythm needed to excel. But, he dutifully reviewed his scales and some elementary piano pieces that I require all my students to learn. Over the months he tried and tried while I listened and cringed and tried to encourage him. At the end of each weekly lesson he would always say 'My mom's going to hear me play someday. ' But, to me, it seemed hopeless, he just did not have any inborn musical ability. I only knew his mother from a distance as she dropped Robby off or waited in her aged car to pick him up. S he always waved and smiled, but never dropped in. Then one day Robby stopped coming for his lessons. I thought about calling him, but assumed that because of his lack of ability, he had decided to pursue something else. I was also glad that he had stopped coming; he was a bad advertisement for my teaching! Several weeks later I mailed a flyer recital to the students' homes. To my surprise, Robby, who had received a flyer, asked me if he could be in the recital. I told him that the recital was for current pupils and that because he had dropped out, he really did not qualify. He told me that his mother had been sick and unable to take him to his piano lessons, The night of the recital came and the high school gymnasium was packed with parents, relatives and friends. Well, the recital went off without a hitch, the students had been practicing and it showed. Robby pulled out the piano bench, and I was surprised when he announced that he had chosen
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Never had I heard Mozart played so well by anyone his age.
After six and a half minutes he ended in a grand crescendo, and everyone was on his/her feet in wild applause! Overcome and in tears, I ran up onstage and put my arms around Robby in joy.
Through the microphone Robby explained:
There wasn't a dry eye in the house that evening. As the people from Social Services led
No, I have never had a prodigy, but that night, I became a prodigy... of Robby. He was the teacher and I was the pupil, for he had taught me the meaning of
Robby was killed years later in the senseless bombing of the Alfred P. Murray Federal Building in the Oklahoma City in April, 1995.
And now, a footnote to the story.
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