India achieved a tremendous feat by making the country Polio Free. For last one year, there has been no new case of Polio. Last detected case was on 13.01.2011. This is a historic positive achievement for India. The mass immunization programme with help from World Health Organization has been extremely successful. This has been possible with the support of people, health personnel, media mobilization, celebrity especially Amitabh's 'Do Boond Jindagi Ki' campaign. This is a great success story and we should be proud on this. We could achieve this despite several problems like feeble health infrastructure in Rural areas, problems in keeping vaccine in icebox, scepticism about the efficacy of medicine, backwardness and unawareness among people and communal suspicion about OPV. May the Government initiate such mass immunization programmes for other diseases.
Positive thinking is expected to provide a refreshment in the present day ferocious world. Negatives are on the rise. We need to balance it with nourishments of feel good factors. Feeling good is a choice. Almost every event provides us an opportunity to be happy or sad. We decide which side of the coin we want to see. It does not mean insensitivity rather it means selection of cheerfulness above the gloom, life over death, optimism over pessimism.
Sunday, January 15
Tuesday, January 10
Ancient Debt
O Lord of Heaven, please listen with open ears
Please return the ancient debt
A crisis is hovering over our virtuous land
Disaster has befallen on our austere country
Enemies are having eagle's eye on our peace-loving country
Adversaries are looking with greed on our golden land
Blood is pelting over the king of mountains
Kashmir's daughter is being disrobed
O Lord of Heaven, please listen with open ears
Please return the ancient debt
Fire of battle is ablaze in the country
Anger of country is roaring
Nation's valour is ignited
Amour propre is thundering
We lost many won battles
We have thrown away many winning garlands
O Lord of Heaven, please listen with open ears
Please return the ancient debt
We would ask neither throne nor riches
We would ask neither gold nor silver
We would ask neither abode in heaven or on moon
We would ask only ammunition and heavenly weapon
We would ask neither salvation nor nirvana
We would ask only brave sons and armed forces
O Lord of Heaven, please listen with open ears
Please return the ancient debt
O lord of gods, you would be remembering horrendous terror of Taraka
Who cachinated after taking your throne
Heaven was looted, pride of Gods was shattered
Nandan orchard was destroyed and the Kalpavriksha was dried
We then sent Kartik Kumar
Got you win the war and helped in reclaiming heaven
O Lord of Heaven, please listen with open ears
Please return the ancient debt
Ravan defeated all Gods in the war
Meghnad defeated the Indra
Virtuous deeds, religious sacrifices were stopped
Heavenly pride was shattered
We then sent Ramchandra and Laxman
Ravan and Indrajeet were killed by our help
O Lord of Heaven, please listen with open ears
Please return the ancient debt
Whenever there is calamity in heaven
And throne of Indra is destabilized
We run with arms, ammunitinon & force
We fight against enemy in those fierce battle
We have even donated our bones by damaging our body
We have even given infallible armour
O Lord of Heaven, please listen with open ears
Please return the ancient debt
Please send Ram, please send Krishna
Please send Bheem, please send Parth (Arjun)
Please send thunder weapon (Vajra), please send chakra
Please send Gandiv with everfilled arrows
Please accept our pleadings, please keep our pride
Please return the debt and please clear your dues
O Lord of Heaven, please listen with open ears
Please return the ancient debt
Boundary of patience has broken
Line of suffering has disappeared
We would break open the gates of heaven
We would take arms and weapons of braves
We would break the silence of heaven
we would loot armoury of the heaven
O Lord of Heaven, please listen with open ears
Please return the ancient debt.
* I have translated this Maithili poem, Prachin Rinn, of my father Dr. Janak Kishore Lal Das. This was published in the book Dillik Sarak Par. Any suggestion in translation is welcome.
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