Amazing!!

 Up, upper, uppam!

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*UP* to you to believe it or not… 

One word in the English language that could be a noun, verb, adj, adv, prep is "UP".

    Read until the end... you'll have a good laugh !!!

    This two-letter word in English has more meanings than any other two-letter word.  That word is, *'UP'*.  It is listed in the dictionary as an [adv], [prep], [adj], [n] or [v].

      It's easy to understand *UP*, meaning toward the sky or at the top of the list, but when we awaken in the morning, why do we wake *UP*?

    At a meeting, why does a topic come *UP*?  Why do we speak *'UP',* and why are the officers *UP* for election, if there is a tie, it is a toss *UP*, and why is it *UP* to the secretary to write *UP* a report ?    

    We call *UP* our friends, brighten *UP* a room, polish *UP* the silver, warm *UP* the leftovers and clean *UP* the kitchen.  We lock *UP* the house and fix *UP* the old car.

    At other times, this little word has real special meaning.  People stir *UP* trouble, line UP for tickets, work *UP* an appetite, and think *UP* excuses.

    To be dressed is one thing, but to be dressed *UP* is special.

    And this *UP* can be confusing. A drain must be opened *UP* because it is blocked *UP* !!!

    We open *UP* a store in the morning, but we close it *UP* at night.  We seem to be pretty mixed *UP* about *UP* !!!

    To be knowledgeable about the proper uses of *UP*, look *UP* the word *UP* in the dictionary.  In a desk-sized dictionary, it takes *UP* almost 1/4 of the page and can add *UP* to about thirty definitions !!!

    If you are *UP* to it, you might try building *UP* a list of the many ways *UP* is used.  It will take *UP* a lot of your time, but if you don't give *UP*, you may wind *UP* with, *UP* to, a hundred or more.

    When it threatens to rain, we say it is clouding *UP*. When the sun comes out, we say it is clearing *UP*.  When it rains, it soaks *UP* the earth. When it does not rain for awhile, things dry *UP*.

    One could go on and on, but I'll wrap it *UP*, for now...... my time is *UP*!

    So, did this whole thing, crack you *UP*?

Send this on to someone you look *UP* in your group .... or not... it's *UP* to you.

Death : A different view !! ( Saujanya)

 देहावसान

प्रो. डॉ. लोपा मेहता, मुंबई के जी.एस. मेडिकल कॉलेज में प्रोफेसर थीं, और उन्होंने वहाँ एनाटॉमी विभाग की प्रमुख के रूप में कार्य किया।

७८ वर्ष की उम्र में उन्होंने लिविंग विल (Living Will) बनाई। उसमें उन्होंने स्पष्ट लिखा —

जब शरीर साथ देना बंद कर देगा, और सुधार की कोई संभावना नहीं रहेगी, तब मुझ पर इलाज न किया जाए।

ना वेंटिलेटर, ना ट्यूब, ना अस्पताल की व्यर्थ भागदौड़।

मेरे अंतिम समय में शांति हो — जहाँ इलाज के ज़ोर से ज़्यादा समझदारी को प्राथमिकता दी जाए।

डॉ. लोपा ने सिर्फ यह दस्तावेज़ ही नहीं लिखा, बल्कि मृत्यु पर एक शोध-पत्र भी प्रकाशित किया। उसमें उन्होंने मृत्यु को एक प्राकृतिक, निश्चित और जैविक प्रक्रिया के रूप में स्पष्ट किया।

उनका तर्क था कि आधुनिक चिकित्सा विज्ञान ने मृत्यु को कभी एक स्वतंत्र अवधारणा के रूप में देखा ही नहीं। चिकित्सा का आग्रह यह रहा कि मृत्यु हमेशा किसी रोग के कारण ही होती है, और यदि रोग का इलाज हो जाए, तो मृत्यु को टाला जा सकता है।

लेकिन शरीर का विज्ञान इससे कहीं गहरा है।

उनका तर्क है — शरीर कोई हमेशा चलने वाली मशीन नहीं है। यह एक सीमित प्रणाली है, जिसमें एक निश्चित जीवन-ऊर्जा होती है। यह ऊर्जा किसी टंकी से नहीं आती, बल्कि सूक्ष्म शरीर के माध्यम से आती है।

वही सूक्ष्म शरीर, जिसे हर कोई महसूस करता है, पर देख नहीं सकता। मन, बुद्धि, स्मृति और चेतना — इन सबका सम्मिलन ही यह प्रणाली बनाता है।

यह सूक्ष्म शरीर जीवन-ऊर्जा का प्रवेशद्वार है। यह ऊर्जा पूरे शरीर में फैलती है और शरीर को जीवित रखती है। हृदय की धड़कन, पाचन क्रिया, सोचने की क्षमता — ये सब उसी के आधार पर चलते हैं।

पर यह ऊर्जा असीमित नहीं है। हर शरीर में इसका एक निश्चित स्तर होता है। जैसे किसी यंत्र में लगी हुई फिक्स्ड बैटरी — न बढ़ाई जा सकती है, न घटाई जा सकती है।

"जितनी चाबी भरी राम ने, उतना चले खिलौना" — कुछ वैसा ही।

डॉ. लोपा लिखती हैं, कि जब शरीर की यह ऊर्जा समाप्त हो जाती है, तब सूक्ष्म शरीर देह से अलग हो जाता है। वही क्षण होता है जब शरीर स्थिर हो जाता है, और हम कहते हैं, "प्राण चले गए"।

यह प्रक्रिया न किसी रोग से जुड़ी होती है, न किसी गलती से। यह शरीर की आंतरिक लय है — जो गर्भ में शुरू होती है, और पूरी होकर मृत्यु तक पहुँचती है।

इस ऊर्जा का खर्च हर पल होता है — हर कोशिका, हर अंग अपना जीवनकाल पूरा करता है। और जब पूरे शरीर का "कोटा" समाप्त हो जाता है, तब शरीर शांत हो जाता है।

मृत्यु का क्षण घड़ी से नहीं मापा जा सकता। वह एक जैविक समय होता है — जो हर किसी के लिए अलग होता है।

किसी का जीवन ३५ साल में पूरा होता है, तो किसी का ९० साल में। पर दोनों ही अपनी संपूर्ण यात्रा करते हैं।

अगर हम उसे पराजय या ज़बरदस्ती न मानें, तो कोई भी अधूरा नहीं मरता।

डॉ. लोपा के अनुसार, जब आधुनिक चिकित्सा मृत्यु को टालने का हठ करती है, तब न सिर्फ मरीज़ का शरीर थकता है, बल्कि पूरा परिवार टूट जाता है।

ICU में महीने भर की साँसों की कीमत कभी-कभी जीवन भर की जमा-पूँजी को खत्म कर देती है।

रिश्तेदार कहते रहते हैं — "अभी आशा है", पर मरीज़ का शरीर पहले ही कह चुका होता है — "अब बस"।

इसलिए वे लिखती हैं — "जब मेरी बारी आए, तो बस मुझे KEM अस्पताल ले जाइए। जहाँ मुझे यक़ीन है कि अनावश्यक हस्तक्षेप नहीं होगा। इलाज के नाम पर कोई दीर्घकालिक कष्ट नहीं दिया जाएगा। मेरे शरीर को रोका नहीं जाएगा — उसे जाने दीजिए।"

पर सवाल यह है — क्या हमने अपने लिए ऐसा कुछ तय किया है?

क्या हमारा परिवार उस इच्छा का सम्मान करेगा? और जो करेंगे, क्या उन्हें समाज में सम्मान मिलेगा?

क्या हमारे अस्पतालों में ऐसी इच्छाओं का सम्मान होता है, या अब भी हर साँस पर बिल बनेगा और हर मृत्यु पर दोष?

यह इतना आसान नहीं है। तर्क और भावना का संतुलन साधना शायद सबसे कठिन कार्य है।

अगर हम मृत्यु को शांत, नियत और शरीर की आंतरिक गति से आई प्रक्रिया मानना सीख जाएँ, तो शायद मृत्यु का भय कम होगा, और डॉक्टरों से हमारी अपेक्षाएँ अधिक यथार्थवादी होंगी।

मेरे अनुसार, मृत्यु से लड़ना बंद करना चाहिए और उससे पहले जीवन के लिए तैयारी करनी चाहिए।

और जब वह क्षण आए — तो शांति से, सम्मान के साथ उसका सामना करना चाहिए।

     *मृत्यु जीवन की यात्रा का अगला चरण है*

Today’s tip : Say Yes !!

 *Interesting Insight*

My mom wanted to send me homemade pickles. *But I said NO.* 

I was 27, living in New York, working on Wall Street. I didn't need pickles shipped across the world. The shipping would cost more than buying them here.

Three years later, I read the psychologist take on what I'd actually done. 

*When you reject someone's offer to help, you're not just declining assistance. You're declining their need to matter to you!*

Benjamin Franklin figured this out in 1736. He had a rival in the Pennsylvania legislature who hated him. Instead of trying to win him over with favors, Franklin asked the rival to lend him a rare book.

The rival agreed. They became lifelong friends.

*It's called the Ben Franklin effect.* 

When people do something for you, they convince themselves they must like you. Otherwise, why would they help?

My mom didn't want to send pickles because I needed them.

She wanted to send them because SHE needed to feel useful to me. To feel like despite the ocean between us, she still had a role in my life.

Every time I said "I'll manage," I was taking that away from her.

Here's what I learned after a decade of living away from home: *→ Accepting small favors isn't about you needing help. It's about letting people you love feel needed.

Your dad wants to transfer ₹5000 even though you earn well?  

*Let him.*

Your friend wants to pick you up from the airport even though Uber exists? 

*Say yes.*

Your partner wants to make you tea even though you can make it yourself?

*Accept it.*

*The people who love you don't want to solve your big problems. They want to matter in your small moments. 

 *Let them* ……*

Dharavahik upanyas Bhoot-Adbhut!(129)

Kalyan Singh opened the zip and his eyes opened wide. There was a transparent bag, Jewellers name was printed on it , it was Jain Jewellers, and in that bag quite good quantity of jewellery laying. He had heard many times about this jewellers from Kamini Devi’s mouth, in fact he remembered the shop here because kist of the Diwali holidays he had spent with his family and on Dhanteras they definitely visited to this jewellery shop. His mother jewellery for mother and sister used to be selected and bought that day. He saw some receipts also. He quickly took the bag out and kept it in his office bag. He knew females have big attraction for jewellery, if Shalini would know this it will be tough for him to sell this. He kept the suitcase as it was. Came out with office bag , locked the rooms. He came out and walked towards the market. He reached to Jain Jewellers. The old man recognised him and welcomed him. He asked ,” What would you like to buy. ? He replied no , nothing , today I have come here to sell the jewellery bought from your shop.he said , “You might be aware of the unfortunate events happened in haveli ? He replied, “ No , not much but I came to know about Chaudhary ji’s execution last week. Kalyan Singh became sad so the old man didn’t ask anything else. ——— Continued——

Dharavahik upanyas Bhoot-Adbhut!(128)

One day Gangadas came to the District platform some sopping. He went to meet Malkin Kamini Devi it was useless as she didn’t recognise anyone. Only one good thing she was doing that she was doing her personal works on her own and that was the good part. Then Gangadas went to meet Kalyan Singh, they became emotional remembering all the old and gold time of Chandan Singh Chaudhary’s haveli .He then said that a very good house is for sale. The Price was also not very high it is being sold for sixteen thousand rupees only. He said to Kalyan Singh “ If you can arrange money and buy this house in the village it will be your own house in your own village which will give more money in future. Kalyan Singh said , “ Okay I will let you know later on “ Kalyan Singh didn’t want to tell him that they are now not rich and just earning for their bread and butter. “ Gangadas went and Kalyan Singh deeply drowned in old luxurious time. “ Shalini had gone for work and Kalyan Singh had to go after sometime. Suddenly her eyes stuck on the suitcase he was given by his mother, when she was alright. He put the suitcase down, there were some silky clothes, he took them out. Inside there was a zip. It was definitely a suitcase gifted by some British man to Chandan Singh Chaudhary because this type of making was not available in India, those days. ———-Continued ———-

Dharavahik upanyas Bhoot-Adbhut!(127)

When all of them came back from the Shmashan , Kalyan Singh went to his mother  Kamini Devi, He hugged her and said , “ Pitaji is no more !” The lady who was just out of senses for so many months suddenly started crying loudly. She removed her sindoor from the forehead. For long time she kept crying. She was stroking her hand on Kalyan Singh’s head , suddenly everyone thought that she is completely alright. Shalini came and touched her feet and suddenly she became violent again. Her emotions were out of her control. Dr. Saxena came and asked the nurse to inject her so that she can sleep a sound sleep. Dr. Saxena then said “ It’s Schizoaffective disorder “ it will take time to recover. Let her sleep , We’ll take care of her. You please go home. “Kalyan Singh and Shalini both went to their quarters.Kalyan Singh was very sad that day. He had to bear the pain of the great sorrow of her parents, father left the world and Mother not in senses. Shalini understood his pain completely sympathised with him. She always treated him softly and took always good care of him. After thirteen days after doing Shraddh Puja in the temple, they became normal and tried leading normal family life.——— Continued———

Aapbeeti : Rajendra ki kalam se !!

 कांपते हाथों को देखा 

तो पहली बार उम्र नजर आई।

वरना इस चेहरे से हर चोट 

दुनियां से छुपाई।

कितने तानें हिस्से आई 

कितनी कड़वी बातें आईं।

जुबां तक पहुंचे लफ़्ज़ मगर 

होठों ने शिकायत न सुनाई।

वक़्त चेहरे पर उतरआया 

थकान आंखों में समाई।

फिरभी जिम्मेदारियों की

गठरी मैंने कहां हटाई।

एक दिन यह कांपते हाथ 

आराम की चादर ओढ़ लेंगे। 

तब शायद सब मेरी 

खामोशी के मायने खोज लेंगे।