Ravana, the mighty king of asura, with awe, charsima, pride haloed around him attacked small Deva kingdom ' Mithila ' . He spotted a ravishing deva beauty there.
What a face it was ! dark burned eyes , deep curved lashes, unblemished skin ... red lips and her coy looks amused Ravana beyond control.
What is your name ? Ravana asked.
" I am a deva brahmin widow Vedavathi. Your people killed my husband. " she replied curtly.
" I have to live a slaves life in my in laws house , with my head shaven , hands and neck unadorned... purposefully made unattractive... a living corpse... no colored saris or bindis for me...only coarse white... no life ... an Unpaid Servant... a living corpse... "
" You are mighty king... I could jump into my husband's funeral pyre and become a Goddess... the virtuous 'Sati '. Then the same people who would have treated me like an animal... would erect temples and worship me . "
Vedavathi had tears and marched towards her husband's funeral pyre .
Ravana ran behind her....
The picturesque scene of our Ramlila was well eteched in my memory. Helpless face of Vedavathi haunted me. I was struggling hard to sleep .I wondered and scared about Treata Yuga customs. My thoughts refused to settle.
Definitely, it took courage and will power to suppress one's screaming ego and grovel before an other man.
I had to learn the art of appearing submissive, peaceful and obedient Servant of the ruler, when actually a million mutinies seethed in me. My revolutionary thoughts unleashed......
I just couldn't fathom how come anyone deduct salaries of Drs who are jokingly named now a days as Front line warriors , struggling with life and death. Many have lost lives in the line of fire.
What type of foolocracy ! Where a soldier is paying also while fighting an enemy. Poor Doctor..... Bhagoda.... Chor .... lutera ....Katil.
A lesser fortunate mortal who will get 1 crore posthumously at his funeral pyre with acknowledgement.
Ilogical, unscientific, unscerplous order are being circulated by real Corona warriors .....
Treat suspects without testing....
Admit pt. Without charging...
If u become positive while serving, it's your fault.....
Ù r creating scare among masses by unnecessary testing, we ll cancel your license....
We will lodge FIR against hospitals....
U will be thrown on to the roads....
I was in my dreams.... turning sides restlessly.
Hospitals are distributing deaths.. pyramids of dead bodies are lying everywhere.. a living hell has been let loose .. people are running helter skelter ...., millions and billions fled to far off lands...Media proclaimed at her high pitch.
Oblivious to the chaos and economic bankruptcy, where human life has become cheaper than a liquor bottle... our own elected leadership is trying hard her luck in next assembly election in Bengal... dancing with macabre appearance on stages.
Yesterday in Delhi , today in Mumbai and tomorrow in Hyderabad drs ...fearful, unprotected and at their lowest ebb ...trying with whatever little spirit they have... with funeral pyre in sight...
Bholi, bhali janta is showering petals and beating thalis in their praise.
My thoughts refused to rationalize... at last my turn came , I was also being dragged towards my well lit pyre...... I saw Vedavathi jumping and Ravana trying to stop catching hold of her hairs unsuccessfully.
I got up from sleep , drenched in sweat, shouting, screaming... I don't want to die.... I don't want to die.
Puja ( my wife ) Immediately got up and my mother rushed in .... what happened? What happened?
He is blabbering some Vedavathi, Vedavathi in sleep . Last few days he is behaving strangely...... Pujas wisdom knew no bounds.
He is having ' Opri Kasar ' ... we will do his jhad- phook with Neem bale baba ji..... mother knows all latest scientific breakthroughs.
In the meantime Puja brought a cup of Hot Tea...
Regards
Dr Amardeepgarg
Interventional Cardiologist
Patiala