Ravi ki duniya

Ravi ki duniya

Wednesday, June 30, 2010

-Mystery SMS

            Long before SMS (Short Messaging Service) became a household word, SMS was in usage as the popular acronym for Sawai Man Singh hospital in Jaipur – capital of the state of Rajasthan.

            Sawai Man Singh hospital is the important and a reputed hospital.  People from far and remote villages of Rajasthan visit this hospital daily in hundreds.  It is a big referral hospital nursing to poor masses.  What is AIIMS, Irwin Hospital (Lok Narain Jai Prakash) and Willington Hospital (Ram Manohar Lohia) to Delhi, SMS is to Jaipur.

Dr. Vashishth, the Senior Medical officer, a middle rung medico on duty in the second shift was about to wind up.  His wrist watch showed nine thirty p.m.  It is difficult to say whether wintery nights  in Rajasthan are more lonely or are more cold.    Two p.m. to 10 p.m. is the second shift.  He was anxiously waiting for his reliever.  Suddenly, his flush door thrust opened.  A young man in his late twenties appeared. He looked more disturbed than sick.  Doctor was wondering he has done the only postmortem case of the day and autopsy report of that medico-legal case has long been drawn by him in quadruplicate.  What does this young man want ?  He was in no mood to overstay his shift: that meant not able to go home and a sleepless night in the squeaky spring metal bed in the Duty Room.  Doctor asked him “yes’? The Youngman asked “ Dr. would you be in this shift tomorrow also”.  Dr. “Why, yes!”  The Youngman was exhausted and appeared pale, almost lifeless like.  “Poor man” Doctor Thought. “Yes, I will be in second shift tomorrow.  Why are you asking all this?  What do you want?   What is your problem?  Go and show in OPD, or, if it is urgent, you have to show in casualty.  It was not uncommon for patients or their attendants to stray and intrude into this autopsy ward.  The Young
  man said “Dr.! Tomorrow a case will be brought to you for postmortem.  Please give truthful report... just report what is factual and not some wishy washy ‘doctored’ report. Doctor was surprised not sure whom he is talking to.  These days all sorts of ‘intelligence’ and ‘vigilance’ people go around eliciting and trapping you for pittance.    “Why on earth will I do that - give false and fabricated report?  I won’t” But why do you ask who has died and where ... Are the papers complete?  I mean clearance from local police, if it is accident.. You know what I mean” On hearing this, the Young man said “Dr. I assure you it is no hanky-panky but on your part please ensure you give objective report.  The Young man went away.  Dr. thought it is just one of those ultra sensitive relatives who feel  disturbed at the death of their near and dear in hospital, often rushing to label it 'death due to negligence' or 'lack of proper medical attention'.  Dr. dismissed him and he went away as swiftly as he came.  Dr. was to rush back home.  He did not give a second thought to this incident. 

            Next day, another monotonously busy day in the life of a Medical officer of autopsy ward.  It was eight p.m., another two hours to go before Dr. Vashishth could go to the warmth of home and have his late supper.  Suddenly, a stretcher was ushered in for autopsy.  Postmortems are normally not conducted in night, so Dr. was not moved. However, paperwork at place, he just thought to see and record those external marks of any obvious injury fatal or otherwise.  He removed  cover from the corpse... and almost fainted. His temples were wet with the perspiration. It was the same young man who had visited the Dr.  last night.

PS: As ascertained from the viscera, the undigested food gave probable time of   death around seven thirty in the previous evening.  Dr. Vashisth till this day wonders who had visited  him at nine thirty p. m. previous  night.

Saturday, June 5, 2010


A Press Report : Raghuvir Yadav, a small time actor,when he got down from Rajdhani Express with his second wife Roshani was arrested and sent to judicial custody for not
paying maintenance allowance to his first wife Purnima despite Court's orders.

Once there lived a youngman by name Raghuvir Singh in a prominent M.P.s bungalow in Lutyun's New Delhi. He was a married man with one son, Raju.The M.P. was spending major part of his time in his constituency so Raghuvir, Raghuvir 'chacha' to us kids was living all by himself in the sprawling bungalow. He was chauffeur-cum-butler to the M.P. In the times to come the M.P. became an important  minister, close to the Prime Minister.

We were talking about Raghuvir chacha, who is the central character of our story. During second pregnancy of his wife, Raghuvir brought his wife's very young beautiful sister for help in household works.From a small town she came to dazzling city life of Delhi. A gregarious soul,she was happy beyond words and it was showing not only on her face but in each action of hers. She was a garden fresh flower whose fragrance delighted one and all who saw her. Our Raghuvir got captivated in her grip rather too intimately too soon.While Mrs Raghuvir was confined and writhing in labor pain and attendant complications Raghuvir was busy with his new found 'thrill' a cocktail of happiness mixed liberally with wicked pleasures.They say the love has some kind of latent energy which illuminates the eyes and face of those who are in it. It could not remain under the wrap for long from Mrs. Raghuvir. She was aghast. A poor simpleton,she was full of anxiety. It was not the past but the future which was haunting her. Future of her children esp the new born, her own future. The worst was she could not, leave alone curse but think or wish bad of either of them.One was her dear husband and the other her own kid sister.She found no meaning in her life any more. She had stopped living. She was not living, just breathing. She had become a walking ghost.She had stopped eating, she had stopped caring for the new born child.She thought it was due to him that she lost her husband,her happiness,her sleep,her health,her peace of mind,everything. Brooding,sulking, cursing her own destiny she neglected herself so much that she began to remain ill. Come evening and fever started visiting her with remarkable punctuality. Soon she suffered the inevitable. She was diagnosed suffering from tuberculosis. The wonder drug Rifamycin was yet to come in reach of  common man, certainly not within the reach of a poor illiterate lady whose husband was spending his entire earning on his newly acquired sweet heart.The young love lorn was made to belive by Raghuvir that once his wife is no more, he ll be all hers,after all T.B. was a terminal disease then.

There is a saying in India 'If gods protect you,none/nothing can damage you'. Our lady with Kochs' suddenly wanted to live, live for her children, esp the newly born.Thinking of future of her new born she was drawing strength to live on. She got strength from within,from deep within, fromm the very marrow of her bones. Lo ! behold ! she showed positive signs of improvement. She was fast recovering. On her next visit to the doctor, doctor declared her free from the disease. She was completely cured. A new surge of life had taken over her. She had forgiven her younger sister. She had accepted her sister in her life, was rather grateful for her help in her hour of need.She had no bitterness towards her sister. It was her fate,she consoled herself.She was extra affectionate towards her younger sister.

P.S. : This had devastating effect on the younger sister. She was so full of guilt, so overwhelmed with the thoughts what she had done, she suffered, fell gravely ill and soon died of tuberculosis but not before giving one son to Raghuvir. The child was reared by

Mrs Raghuvir as her own though brothers never forgot rather reminded him every minute that he was a step brother beside ill treating him.Last seen, Raghuvir was frequenting from one temple to other in search of that evasive feeling, we all call PEACE.

Tuesday, June 1, 2010


Because it fouls breathe
Fouls mouth
Spoils teeth and gum
Causes incurable ulcers in mouth
Gives profuse sweating
Leads to giddiness
Mistakenly called a ‘High’
Envelopes the consumer in general fatigue
Leads to joint pain
Soils hankie and clothes
Is a drain on your purse
Brings you to stand with awkward people
Brings uncontrollable urge
Leads certainly and surely to cancer
So say ‘No’ to Tobacco
Today and always

( on the occasion of Anti-Tobacco Day 31st May 2010)