English Literature – Weekly column ☆ Poetic World of Ms. Neelam Saxena Chandra # 45 – For the sake of race ☆ Ms. Neelam Saxena Chandra

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Ms Neelam Saxena Chandra

(Ms. Neelam Saxena Chandra ji is a well-known author. She has been honoured with many international/national/ regional level awards. We are extremely thankful to Ms. Neelam ji for permitting us to share her excellent poems with our readers. We will be sharing her poems on every Thursday. Ms. Neelam Saxena Chandra ji is  an Additional Divisional Railway Manager, Indian Railways, Pune Division. Her beloved genre is poetry. Today we present her poem “For the sake of race”. )

☆ Weekly column ☆ Poetic World of Ms. Neelam Saxena Chandra # 46 ☆

☆ For the sake of race ☆

 

Satyavati’s thoughts turbulent and tumultuous

The course of action she could conceive not

For her selfish ambition of being the maker of kings

From the throne, uprooted was Bheeshma in one shot.

 

Agreed she had to marry King Shantanu

Only under the condition that her sons be king crowned

Shantanu, with Satyavati besotted and mesmerized

Prince Bheeshma had to take a pledge, duty bound

 

Now that both her sons were without heir killed

She looked at her daughter-in-laws in disbelief

The only option was that Bheeshma become the king

And conceive sons from them, to everyone’s relief.

 

Nevertheless, Bheeshma, true to his words

To go back upon his vow and to oblige denied

Satyavati, finally, told him of his premarital son, Vyasa

Who, with Sage Parashar was visualized.

 

With the permission of Bheeshma for the sake of kingdom,

Sage Vyasa was summoned and to conceive sons ordered

In his state rowdy, was asked to mate Ambika and Ambalika

To preserve the race and carry on the lineage favoured.

 

© Ms. Neelam Saxena Chandra

Pune, Maharashtra

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English Literature – Weekly Column – From Nidhi’s Pen # 15 ☆  Research and innovation initiatives ☆ Dr. Nidhi Jain

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Dr. Nidhi Jain  

(Dr. Nidhi Jain is an Assistant Professor at Bharti Vidyapeeth, College of Engineering, Pune. She selected teaching as her profession, but it was a dream to be a litterateur. Her first book कुछ लम्हे  is a culmination of her interest. Her time management of family,  profession (Teaching in engineering science) and literature is exemplary. Today we present her article “Research and innovation initiatives” based on initiatives being taken by academic and research institutions in India during COVID-19 pandemic.

☆ Weekly Column ☆ From Nidhi’s Pen  #15 ☆ 

☆ Research and innovation initiatives ☆  

When the lives of people are stand still, and colleges, academic institutions, offices, roads, shopping complexes, etc. are closed, the students and teachers are forced to stay at home. Human minds have great desire to fly and it cannot be confined behind the four walls of houses. For harnessing research skills, the professors and students of different research institutions and Colleges have been choosing the boat of research to sail through the river of crisis created by COVID-19 pandemic. World is changing and we need to focus more towards research and innovation. The human race and global economy is on the edge. The only door open for the future generation to be prosperous and attain wisdom is through research and innovation. The world is facing unprecedented challenges and is looking at researchers and innovators to come up with solution to save the world from this crisis. The new medicines and vaccines for treatment, and other innovations for rapid testing are ut-most needed to protect the existence of human race. Scientist and researchers are committed to add the momentum by adding extraordinary dedication towards the society and at large to the country.

India is providing advanced research and innovation based knowledge by pitching the power of coming generation. To leverage the capability in the field of research and innovation, our Prime minister is motivating and guiding the faculty members and students.
During lockdown India’s research initiatives are sowing the seeds for future generation in the field of research and patent filing. Every dark cloud has a silver lining so has COVID-19 which highlighted the importance of research and innovation in our society.  Scientist and researchers are using disrupting digital technologies and playing a pivotal role in achieving success.

India had proved his capabilities by developing his own indigenous kit Covid-19 virus testing kit called Patho Detect. The researcher behind this is Minal Dakhave Bhosale under Mylab’s research and development. Serum Institute Pune developed Covid-19 vaccine in collaboration with US-based Codagenix. The vaccine is in pre-clinical / animal testing phase now.

One in such Bharati Vidyapeeth’s College of Engineering Lavale, Pune is providing advanced research and innovation based knowledge by pitching the power of coming generation. To leverage the capability in the field of research and innovation had filed 29 patents and around 300 research papers. Dr R.N. Patil, Principal is motivating and guiding the faculty members and students. He himself has filed many patents.  I am sure other academic and research Institutions are also playing vital and positive roles to achieve success in various research and innovation initiatives.

 

©  Dr. Nidhi Jain,  Pune

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English Literature ☆ Stories ☆ Weekly Column – Samudramanthanam -1 ☆ Mr. Ashish Kumar

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Mr Ashish Kumar

(It is difficult to comment about young author Mr Ashish Kumar and his mythological/spiritual writing.  He has well researched Hindu Philosophy, Science and quest of success beyond the material realms. I am really mesmerized.  I am sure you will be also amazed.  We are pleased to begin a series on excerpts from his well acclaimed book  “Samudramanthanam” .  According to Mr Ashish  “Samudramanthanam is less explained and explored till date. I have tried to give broad way of this one of the most important chapter of Hindu mythology. I have read many scriptures and take references from many temples and folk stories, to present the all possible aspects of portrait of Samudramanthanam.”  Now our distinguished readers will be able to read this series on every Saturday.)    

Amazon Link – Samudramanthanam 

 ☆ Weekly Column – Samudramanthanam -1 ☆ 

 

The flux of consciousness, energy, and matter in which nothing is inseparable is Shakti, “Maa Amavarunai”, from her ever-changing Rajas means Vishnu tattva make manifestation possible. When Sattva is about to reach on their threshold the interplay of Sattva, Rajas and Tamas generate first sound, the un-struck sound of ॐ ‘Om’. Then in fast vibrations, first there generate a source of light from center of vibrating Rajas of the Nabhi, Navel of Lord Vishnu. Same time the Tamas fall out separately, study without motion means Lord Shiva and that source of light is actually Lord Brahma, the father of all creature.

When one cycle is completed then again, all three Sattva, Rajas and Tamas merge in to one and complete darkness again. This is the process of manifestation and un-manifestation or creation and obliteration. This is ongoing from immortal time. No one can identify space and time separately in the phase of obliteration.

So, when that light source or Brahma is generated from the Nabhi, Navel of vibrating ‘Rajas’ or Vishnu. He saw that my source of generation is coming from center of vibrating energy. This thinking separated consciousness and matter in that light and a body is appear who is in panic because he was all alone. He bends his head towards that vibrating energy which was also taken the form of beautiful nature creation. So as consciousness of Brahma passes through energy and matter of hid body all his senesce generated then he asked from Lord Vishnu, “O! my creature, who I am and who are you? Why we are alone why I am emerging from your body part from where a beautiful amalgamation of matter (Lotus flower) is going outside, over which I am setting. Please say something because I am feeling very lonely and I am very fearful. I don’t know why my structure upper part has one hole (mouth) which is vibrating and a different sensation is going outside in this vast space? I just feel that something from my middle part of body (heart) is going towards my most upper part (brain) then some sensation is coming out from this hole (mouth)”

 

© Ashish Kumar

New Delhi

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English Literature – Weekly column ☆ Poetic World of Ms. Neelam Saxena Chandra # 44 – Eklavya, a Nishadh? ☆ Ms. Neelam Saxena Chandra

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Ms Neelam Saxena Chandra

(Ms. Neelam Saxena Chandra ji is a well-known author. She has been honoured with many international/national/ regional level awards. We are extremely thankful to Ms. Neelam ji for permitting us to share her excellent poems with our readers. We will be sharing her poems on every Thursday. Ms. Neelam Saxena Chandra ji is  an Additional Divisional Railway Manager, Indian Railways, Pune Division. Her beloved genre is poetry. Today we present her poem “ Eklavya, a Nishadh?”. )

☆ Weekly column ☆ Poetic World of Ms. Neelam Saxena Chandra # 44 ☆

☆ Eklavya, a Nishadh? ☆

 

In the dark corners of the forest

Eklavya, a young man was raised,

Archery was his heart’s call

And since Drona was, for the skill praised-

 

To Drona, approached Eklavya to his blessings seek

“Please teach me!” was his earnest request.

“Teach yourself if you have in me faith,”

Said Drona, slightly in jest.

 

Eklavya’s passion was true

Drona’s words, seriously he took

Installing Drona’s effigy

Eklavya practices, while Drona looked!

 

Pandavas with Drona, on an expedition

And their hound barked and barked

Seeing the situation thus, Eklavya

Took his bow and arrows hit the mark.

 

The hound’s mouth was gagged

With his jaws opened wide

He could bark no more thus

Arjuna, his surprise, could not hide.

 

“Isn’t someone a better archer than me?”

Arjuna, from his teacher enquired.

Drona decided to investigate the matter

“Who was it who had so correctly fired?”

 

Seeing his own effigy, shocked he was

Eklavya, with a bow, prostrated

“Who is your teacher?” Drona asked

“You, sire!” Eklavya stated.

 

The shrewd Drona, for a fee asked

The naïve Eklavya, agreed without hesitation

“Give me the thumb of your right hand,”

Said Drona with a cunning self-possession!

 

Eklavya, true to his word, obliged

Sliced his thumb, placed it on his feet

Some call Drona’s decision prudent

Some call it dharma’s defeat!

 

© Ms. Neelam Saxena Chandra

Pune, Maharashtra

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English Literature – Weekly column ☆ Poetic World of Ms. Neelam Saxena Chandra # 43 – Drona’s Revenge ☆ Ms. Neelam Saxena Chandra

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Ms Neelam Saxena Chandra

(Ms. Neelam Saxena Chandra ji is a well-known author. She has been honoured with many international/national/ regional level awards. We are extremely thankful to Ms. Neelam ji for permitting us to share her excellent poems with our readers. We will be sharing her poems on every Thursday. Ms. Neelam Saxena Chandra ji is  an Additional Divisional Railway Manager, Indian Railways, Pune Division. Her beloved genre is poetry. Today we present her poem “Drona’s Revenge ”. )

☆ Weekly column ☆ Poetic World of Ms. Neelam Saxena Chandra # 43 ☆

☆ Drona’s Revenge ☆

 

Trained as warriors full of valour and strength

The Kuru princes displayed their courage and might

Drona’s had made them ready to face the world

And he smiled seeing their display in delight.

 

As his fee Drona demanded of them

To combat King Drupad and he brought as a present

Complying with his wish, off they went

 

© Ms. Neelam Saxena Chandra

Pune, Maharashtra

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English Literature – Weekly column ☆ Poetic World of Ms. Neelam Saxena Chandra # 42 – Bheeshma’s Pledge ☆ Ms. Neelam Saxena Chandra

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Ms Neelam Saxena Chandra

(Ms. Neelam Saxena Chandra ji is a well-known author. She has been honoured with many international/national/ regional level awards. We are extremely thankful to Ms. Neelam ji for permitting us to share her excellent poems with our readers. We will be sharing her poems on every Thursday. Ms. Neelam Saxena Chandra ji is  an Additional Divisional Railway Manager, Indian Railways, Pune Division. Her beloved genre is poetry. Today we present her poem “Bheeshma’s Pledge”. )

☆ Weekly column ☆ Poetic World of Ms. Neelam Saxena Chandra # 42 ☆

☆ Bheeshma’s Pledge ☆

  

Your depression and distress I comprehend now

Oh! My dear and beloved father

So? You wish to get home a beautiful lady

And make her your wife and my mother?

 

Ah! So relieved I am to finally apprehend

The cause of turbulence within your mind and heart

Your affection for me prohibits you from marriage

But father! I am also your humble part!

 

Heard I have that the lady whom you love

Has laid a condition, an assurance desires

That her sons should become the king, not me

Father, really I am ready for it, I have no ire

 

I understand that your affection for me forbids you

But father, love is the supreme of all sentiments!

Your happiness is what matters to me the most

How can I be fonder of the throne than my parents?

 

For a few moments, assuming an elder’s garb

I shall ask the lady’s father for her hand for you

I know that you will be so delighted

And seeing your pleasure, I shall be glad too

 

I promise that relinquish all claims I shall

To the throne, for that is my dharma

Give me the patience and courage to hold on to it;

The world shall know me and bless me as Bheeshma!

 

© Ms. Neelam Saxena Chandra

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English Literature – Poetry ☆ My strange encounters with weight ☆ Colonel Jayant Khadilkar

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Colonel Jayant Khadilkar

(We proudly welcome Colonel Jayant Khadilkar  on e-abhivyakti.  Colonel Jayant Khadilkar was commissioned in June 1980 into the Corps of Signals. He is an Alumnus of National Defence Academy, Pune and Indian Institute of Science, Bengaluru. Academically brilliant, he was awarded Plaque of Honour in Signals Young Officers Course and Army Chief’s Gold Medal in the Signals Degree Engineering Course. He is an expert in Electronic and Information Warfare.  He was awarded the first prize for his MBA thesis on the use of Decision Making techniques in Electronic Warfare.  Colonel Jayant pursues writing as a hobby, to capture his thoughts on topics of current public interest.  Today, we present his classical poetry My strange encounters with weight  .)

☆ My strange encounters with weight   ☆

 

My first RV with weight was in May 76,

at the pre joining medical for the NDA.

As the scale refused to move beyond 46,

a career in the Army seemed miles away.

 

I looked towards the doctor quizzingly,

outcome of the check up almost certain.

What a relief it was, when he said to me,

Go and eat bananas, minimum half a dozen.

 

Have water in plenty just before you come.

That should help you clear the minimum.

I thanked my stars, seized the opportunity.

The scale, next time, moved closer to fifty.

 

Courtesy the food at the NDA Mess,

coupled with intense physical work out,

weight was added and muscles built too.

I was above the Fly Weight, at fifty-two.

 

For Inter Squadron Boxing Competition,

Fly Weight category already stood taken.

Nominated to fight in the Light Fly Weight.

Pronto, my second encounter with weight.

 

Now I had to weigh between 45 and 48.

That meant a strict control on my diet.

No pastry and coffee, specially the cold one,

and getting wrapped in blankets after a run

 

Many years later, I had the third encounter,

when I was working in the private sector.

Courtesy the roles for which I was picked,

physical exercise got routinely skipped.

 

Frequently on tours, away from home,

Amongst buffet spreads, very inviting,

on savouries and sweets, I had a go,

acidity and indigestion notwithstanding.

 

My weight now measured eighty and two.

My waistline had grown, and tummy too.

As I visited him for a nagging head ache,

pre hyper tension, was the doctor’s take.

 

Very soon, I was prescribed a tablet,

and also had to take a blood sugar test.

Borderline diabetes was the diagnosis.

That made me sit up and take due notice.

 

(To be continued….)

© Col Jayant Khadilkar, Veteran

Pune

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English Literature – Weekly Column – From Nidhi’s Pen # 13 ☆ The Migrant Worker ☆ Dr. Nidhi Jain

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Dr. Nidhi Jain  

(Dr. Nidhi Jain is an Assistant Professor at Bharti Vidyapeeth, College of Engineering, Pune. She selected teaching as her profession, but it was a dream to be a litterateur. Her first book कुछ लम्हे  is a culmination of her interest. Her time management of family,  profession (Teaching in engineering science) and literature is exemplary. Today we present her short story with poem “The Migrant Worker“.)

☆ Weekly Column ☆ From Nidhi’s Pen  #13 ☆ 

☆ The Migrant Worker ☆  

I woke up in the morning, in the darkness only small light coming from the night lamp which was hanging on the wall. I started searching for my watch which I keep on my bedside table. It was 4 O’ clock in the morning. I started to toss and turn on my bed. After 15 minute, I started feeling uncomfortable. I wanted to get rid of my bed. The smooth bed, silk bed cover and woolen cozy quilt were not able to comfort me.

I went to the drawing-room which was full of beautifully decorated things. I rolled my eyes on the showcase. I started gazing each and every object sleeping comfortably on the showcase. I consoled myself that they were non-living, without heart and blood. They all beautifully decorated and transported from across the world.

I went outside into the balcony. Night was still holding the dark clouds. The stars were smiling and telling me, “I will go soon from the sky when the big boss sun comes to meet us. The sun is like a policeman for all the stars”. These stars captured and stole the light of the sun. When the sun comes they have to run.  The moon is the leader of all thieves. He remains full night in full swing without taking rest. The moon motivates the star to stay fearlessly in the sky without caring about the guilt of stealing the light.

Street lights were on. The rains drops were dazzling from the sky. They were meant to fall. The leaves of the trees were holding their hands sometimes. But the weight of the rain drops was increasing; the leaves cannot hold the pressure and stress and allow rain drops to fall. The edges of the building were also pushing rain drops to fall because they were meant to fall.

The breeze was touching my cheeks. Hairs were holding the hands of the breeze to fly but not able to leave their roots. The temples of my face were still talking with the worries. The hot air was jumping from my nostril to escape, from the inner lava that makes the eye to remain open.

The eyes were the window for the outer world. The eyelids were stuck on the roof of my eyes, not allowing to shut, which was governed by the chemicals of my brain. The worries were in full swing. They were rolling inside the brain doing all sorts of exercises to keep me awake.

Tensions are the output of all types of exercises the brain does. I was gazing and allowing my ears to do some work.

The only person I saw sleeping comfortably was the migrant worker in the half-constructed building. I stopped myself. I started churning and juicing my tensions. I instructed my mind to throw the dirt of mind. What I was thinking about? Is this way of living? What is my destiny? Peace is the only destiny.

Now the world became pleasant. The ears started listening to the beautiful music of the chirping of the birds. The darkness started fading. The breeze started kissing me. I was here to change myself, not the others. The world was only a reflection of ourselves. The shades of worries started running from my body. I was waiting for the sun to come. Feet started working and took me to the bed. I went to sleep again with a smile on my face.

 

Nothing to lose, nothing to gain, he went to sleep again.

Full day he works,

Taking mud and sand,

Never takes rest,

Works his best,

Nothing to lose, nothing to gain, he went to sleep again.

 

Night lamps are on or shut,

Nation economics are up or cut,

Rich are behind name or fame,

His hopes are concentrating on work not on dirty game,

Nothing to lose, nothing to gain, he went to sleep again.

 

No house, No bank balance,

No insurance, No worries,

Only single bed to sleep,

Days are passed, but nights are only to sleep.

Nothing to lose, nothing to gain, he went to sleep again.

©  Dr. Nidhi Jain,  Pune

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English Literature – Weekly column ☆ Poetic World of Ms. Neelam Saxena Chandra # 41 – Arjun receives Brahmasiras ☆ Ms. Neelam Saxena Chandra

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Ms Neelam Saxena Chandra

(Ms. Neelam Saxena Chandra ji is a well-known author. She has been honoured with many international/national/ regional level awards. We are extremely thankful to Ms. Neelam ji for permitting us to share her excellent poems with our readers. We will be sharing her poems on every Thursday. Ms. Neelam Saxena Chandra ji is  an Additional Divisional Railway Manager, Indian Railways, Pune Division. Her beloved genre is poetry. Today we present her poem “Arjun receives Brahmasiras ”. )

☆ Weekly column ☆ Poetic World of Ms. Neelam Saxena Chandra # 41 ☆

☆ Arjun receives Brahmasiras ☆

  

To the bank of the sacred river Ganga

Drona and his disciple Kuru Princes went one day

As Drona entered the water to bathe

A crocodile grabbed him to everyone’s utter dismay

 

Caught him fiercely and strongly by his thigh

And although he knew how to himself set free

Yet, he summoned all his disciples and yelled,

“From this monster, oh please do save me!”

 

Bewildered the other princes stood

But Arjun quickly aimed at the crocodile;

Five arrows he fired in quick succession

Before the others could, to the facts reconcile.

 

Embracing his pupil Arjun in delight,

Granted him the missile nonpareil and unique.

With a silent mind and body he accepted

Brahmashiras, along with secrets of its use mystique.

 

© Ms. Neelam Saxena Chandra

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English Literature ☆ Weekly Column – Abhivyakti # 20 ☆ Some lines…. between the lines! ☆ Hemant Bawankar

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Hemant Bawankar

(All of the literature written by me was for self satisfaction. Now I started sharing them with you all. Every person has two characters. One is visible and another is invisible. This poem shows us mirror.  Today, I present my contemporary poem ‘Some lines…. between the lines!’. This poem has been cited from my book “The Variegated Life of Emotional Hearts”.))

My introduction is available on following links.

☆ Weekly Column – Abhivyakti # 20 ☆

☆  Some lines…. between the lines! ☆

❃ ❃ ❃ ❃

We came in the world

to learn and try

Not for suicide

and not for die!

❃ ❃ ❃ ❃

I’m wandering

between

birthplace and graveyard.

I’m hanging

between

painful birth and dangerous death!

❃ ❃ ❃ ❃

You born alone

and

you will die alone.

But,

you can’t live alone.

❃ ❃ ❃ ❃

Death after birth

is definite

and

tracks from birth to death

is the definition of life!

❃ ❃ ❃ ❃

© Hemant Bawankar

Pune

9th August 1977

 

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