MY DREAM’S BIRD

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My Dream’s Bird is absolutely my own
 We can’t live in this world without dreams
   From childhood to gray days
   Dreams come and dreams go 
Sometimes it’s daydream, sometime nightmare with tremendous shocking , yet I play with these unrealistic games,
Never getting any fruitful solution
Running into the darkened mist .

Let fly in the sky your dream bird 
Don’t captivate your small desires in your secret chamber, don’t afraid of walking through the dark forest or deep sea ,
Or climbing at peak of high mountain
Always be firm and steady in your journey
Whatever the consequence it’s , So don’t stop to enjoy dreams as life is too much uncertain why do you not enjoy it.

SAVE ME, MOTHER!

Oh , My mind , Let plunging into the deep Ocean by the name of Kali. She is the Mistress of this eternal Universe and also our beloved guide , helping us in all our activities , in our dream , in our pain and suffering , in our allduties and responsibilities likewatchtower always directing us to reach safely towards purification and illuminating world .

Mother ! I have been killing my golden time of life playing withDolls, and havingabsented fromnot doing your work , how could I reach to you ? Tell me , Mother . I’m am sinking into my own digging waterbody by mistaking . And have spent my times and energies to enjoy instant access of pleasure.

 Mistakenly I have been chased after impured and untrue means . Let you come to me to rescue from this muddy waters of falsehood, as It has been mesmerizing me . My toe to head are wrapped up in muds. I am like a drawning boat in the middle of tormented and dreadful waves , having no helmsman to
guide me.

  I am drifting helplessly like a straw . As I have been  tremendously wounded and my soul shivering for uncertainty. Hence, no one will come to save me but you. Oh my Mother! Please stretch your hands to save a sinking man who is waiting for you.

MY PATH HAS GONE TO YOU

 by Sushil Rudra

“The greatest friend of truth is Time, her greatest enemy is Prejudice, and her constant companion is Humility.” – C C Colton

YOURS AND MY PATH

We think that ours journey towards life are straight, And trouble – free , Not a single stuff and clumsiness might not hinder us from our Fest . But Is it true ? This is a question of general mob who has no backing of power like chief minister’s nephew .

It’s not life where you never you face any deep forest of clouds in your path? Or a dreadful night! Life is a playing field where we play a short term game , May be you have succeeded by your skilled, or not !

Perhaps I couldn’t , but trying utmost in this short span of life, having lost or gain, no shy . If you start your journey towards light , have to cross so many red and black seas , forests and peaks of the mountains , Even long long desert – may it be , “Gobi Sahara”or run of Cocch, the endless desert.

you have to cross a long way to achieve the immortal vibrant light of Gods . May it be a play or Lila? We ought to not what it is ? But each and everyone must play on in Winter or in the dark rainy night with”Him” , Never become wearied and exhausted in this race , As it’s your life’s play.

I have put you in my heart with gourding and fencing, None can reach there except my beloved , No one can able to snatch you from my deep and sensational eyes And heart as I see you in my inner eye like a torch light , When I finished my all fight through the path of dreadful night.

You have gifted me all your love and light , day and night I never miss you as you and me are one . You are my unknown world, silent night , the star of the night and the Sun of the day .

you are my melodies and hymn . I used to draw your picture since time immemorial , you walk through my path in sorrows and Joy , I am wrapped in you , so never fall from the Sky.

আমার এ পথ গেছে বেঁকে তোমার পানে

ক্ষুদ্র এ জীবন , অনিশ্চিত যাত্রা পথ হেসে খেলে ভালবেসে ভরে নাও প্রাণ , হার জিতে হয়ো না বিবশ । গভীর অরণ্য মাঝে শ্বাপদ – সঙ্কুল পথে দিতে হবে পাড়ি, অদম্য শক্তি ও লক্ষ্য পথে অবিচল থেকে যাত্রা কর মুক্তির স্বর্গ – মায়াময় অমরাবতী । শুরু হবে সে খেলা তোমাতে আমাতে , বরষার দিন কিম্বা রৌদ্র-স্নাত শুচি শুভ্র অলস বেলাতে। চোখ মেলে চাও আকাশের পানে , রঙ তুলি দিয়ে কি আঁকো মনেতে ! জীবন যুদ্ধে হয়ো না বিবশ। দিতে হবে পাড়ি ওই দূরে দেখ অমরাবতী ।

আমি তোমার হৃদয় তুলিয়া নিয়েছি আপন করে, দিবস রজনী প্রাণপনে বাঁধি তোমার হৃদয় আমার হৃদয়ে ,নীরবে কাটায় রাতের আঁধারে , বাঁধভাঙা আলো বারবার সাধি , তুমি তোমার হৃদয় তুলিয়া দিয়েছ উজাড় করে । রাত্রি ভোরে।

তুমিই আমার অজানা পৃথিবী নীরব রাতি , রাতের তারা দিনের রবি , বহুকাল ধরে এঁকেছি আমি তোমার ছবি , নয়ন রেখে আমার পানে – পথ হেঁটে যাও গন্ধে ও গানে , চিরকাল তুমি মোর বুকে রবে ও দরদি সাথি ।।

এখানেই আছে স্বর্গ নরক – নহে নহে বহুদূর , ঘুমে জাগরণে অথবা স্বপনে হেসে খেলে যাও পিছে নাহি চাও , দুখে আর সুখে জীবনে মরণে , পাখি হয়ে ওড়ো আকাশে বাতাসে, জোর করে লও প্রাণ মন ভরে হৃদয় সুখ , বাজাও বাঁশরি নিশীথ রাত্রি সময় হয়েছে আলোর যাত্রী – ওই শোনা যায় রিমঝিম সুরে পায়ের নূপুর ।।

LET THE WORLD GROWS EVERYDAY

 by Sushil Rudra

Dr. Sushil Rudra

I desire to live in this world, it’s my sweet home. Never I want this world to be a very small like seed or a fruit, Amloki . I want a world which would spread peace and harmony, Certainly I would get found my world.

Oh my world, please extent yourself, expand unto Brahma and the whole Universe , spread up to endless sky or the entire spaces, near and far . Let My world be eternal, endless and beyond geographical , World!

Oh my dear World, don’t be contracted, nor hopeless, or narrow hearted , and me, rather being small and more smaller would wrap you and hug you with utmost care.Journey Never stop

You become big and I stay small like your obedient child , only for looking into your magistry I would be very soft like a bunch of silk – very soft and formless , if I get a little alert , being rolled up like a Murshidabad silk ,try to enter into the circle of the ring with a gentle coursey .

The World Is Very Big, It Can Not Be Small like Pond. It’s so old that never been lost.

OH , MY COMPANION , COME  : DR. SUSHIL RUDRA

 by Sushil Rudra

Oh my companion of joy and sorrow , the wind is blowing in my life , Let come to me for traveling another world where there’s no pain and suffering, no betraying , no unemployment , and no corruption like here .Space

The wind is blowing, the wind of outing for any beautiful places with my friends – tell to the trees, let come to outing with me. Let talk to the path that I might  return at late night , don’t wait for me , but keep shutting off the door.

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You can sing a song for your  remote friends , but that song will be mingled with the drops of the dews in the space . You are to be carried out lots of fairy  tales , – but whom do you tell it ? Whose are your listeners? Before lying down on the bed the people are being absorbed in deep sleep ; beasts and birds are also in out of consciousness, probably they’re in their nest resting to gain the energies for the next expedition.                                                               Even the moon  and the  stars are not in awakened state. Thus we have wasted a massive times throughout our life. Oh  companion of sorrow and delight of my Life, Let’s go to another world of merriment, where the moon and stars, are always ready to welcome.

WHEN WORDS ARE ATOMS

WORDS after words are woven in fine to making an ornament for surrender in love , Might be a peaceful life.

Words build a strong Mansion where we live in , Words are source of Power, love and peace.

Words can create a long road , which is loyal to us like a legal deed. We need words in struggle to reach the goal of life.

Words are sometime immens’ly mysterious like dark tunnels, Never end its journey to destination.

We can’t keep words ever ultimately due to lack of power and confidence . So we never allow words to make a Dreamland .

In childhood days I dreamt of the entire skies where stars and planets gave me words for sheltering.

Its colourful beds wrap up with warm huggings , but it didn’t keep its words to make me vibrant  anymore I hoped .

Words are the voice of Lord if it comes from the core of heart, and from the soul.

It’s mantras of the sages are a kind of sagas which by listening heartily can transform our lives into peace.

But it’s very unstable as it buzzles out not alarming . Love words as your siblings, play with them.

If you dance day and night in pain and gain, but never try to make it friend in the rain and gain.

Words are atoms , They are from ” One “ , And ” One ” derives in many and many more . It takes sometimes a outer surface.

A cover like the outer surface of tortoise. It has no deep and sound significance, butif it’sunfoldeda vibrant light turns you dumb in the fight .

After an unwanted shivering like initial jet-jerking you will reach out to the midst of the galaxy, That world is not like this Earth,That’s a world of merriment.

Neither any useless mess nor any rough and tough game to make you worried or fix . These are the places for your renunciation. So Crack it.

You become enriched with its charming love. Here the wordsaresweetand the sky is like a sea having riffling with an aggressive mood and if you’re a true pilot, let go on a eternal voyages.

SHIULI AND AUTUMN

 by Sushil Rudra

Shiuli, the flowers of Autumn moves me into a nostalgia. I suddenly jumped out at the long long past where there was a Shiuli tree at the far end corner of our ancestral home . Still I reach there when Autumn comes.

At every dawn woking up, I used to run to collect the flowers which dropped down on the ground surrounding the tree so that no one comes before me . And takes it up , still I feel the sounds of the dew, and also the sounds of falling Shiuli flowers on the ground of our garden in every Autumn.

Even more prominently I listen the sound of the dew now , A strange and pure smell captivating me and alerting about the presence of Durgama.

Her presence wipes out all the pains , sorrows of clouds of the moments. Broken all the isolation , discrimination and remoteness . Her presence spreads a lot of vibrant lights in our lives . We become enlightened , become free like a caged birds when they uncaged and fly in the sky.

I love to fly from hills to dessert at day and night with my wings. I won’t to be encaged in this narrow, restricted rooms with the unhealthy atmosphere. I want to fly, I want to make a room in the sky.

I feel it more and more in my heart when goddess Durga returns to her parent’s house with her siblings. Removing all the clouds of pain and suffering , spreading all her blessings . She comes here to remove the disease – pandemic with her divine light , Might we get peace and insight .

I don’t know why I again and again get absorbed in those greeny days. obviously, all those golden days were my long past Autumn.

My childhood days were colourful, and spontaneous . I was a school boy, who had to face a tedious school going. Wolking from home about three four km. There was river in between my home and school . we have to cross over this river by boat. In rainy season, the river turns horrible with massive refflings. More lot of home tasks, and exams, our journey of botheration lastly stopped with the dew fall and with the mesmerising scent of the Shiuli, and coming of Gauri Ma, Which I still feel in heart heart.a breath and in the Sky.

শিউলি ফুলের সুবাস জড়িয়ে তুমি

এখন শরৎ । – শিশিরের শব্দের মত শিউলি ফুলের সুবাস জড়িয়ে ধরে আমাকে সেই ফেলে আসা দিনের মতো আষ্টেপৃষ্টে । আমার ছেলেবেলার ফেলে আসা দিনগুলো প্রতি মূহুর্তের সঙ্গী হয়ে ছায়ার মতো ঘিরে ধরে আমাকে , আমি যেদিকে যাই , সেও চলে আমার পাশে পাশে , আমি নীরব হলে সেও নীরব হয়ে থাকে , অপেক্ষা করে আমার চারপাশে । নীরবে , নিঃশব্দে দেশি-বিদেশি ফুলের সৌরভ নিয়ে ভরিয়ে দিতে চায় , আমিও ভেসে ভেসে পৌঁছে যায় অবগাহন করার সুখ শান্তির আশায়।তারা আসে বাতাসে ছড়িয়ে দিয়ে ভোরের সৌরভ , শিউলির সুবাস , আগমনীর রঙ ও রাংতার সুন্দর আবেশ নিয়ে , – সব রোগ ভোগ দুঃখ কষ্ট মহামারী কে দূরে নিক্ষেপ করে সপাটে , খেদিয়ে দেয় সাত সমুদ্রের তীরে , ওপারে ।মায়ের আগমনে ধরিত্রী হয়ে ওঠে সুন্দর। মধুময় । নব নব সংগীতে ভরে ওঠে প্রাণ । রুপোলি চাঁদের আলোয় গোটা আকাশ কখন যে জায়গা জুড়ে বসে আমার হৃদয় মাঝে আমারই মনের অগোচরে , আমি বুঝতেই পারি না, এই শারদ সকালে এক ঝুড়ি সুবাস জড়িয়ে তার পরশে অনুভব করি আমার শৈশবের ফেলে আসা দিনগুলোকে ।

এখনো আমি আমার শৈশবে ফিরে যাই , আর ফিরে গিয়ে অনুভব করি এখনও যেন কাশফুলের কোমল পুচ্ছ গুলো হাওয়ায় দুলে ওঠে , মৃন্ময়ী মা আগের মতোই চিন্ময়ী হয়ে ওঠে , বাতাসে ভেসে আসে আগমনীর সুর সেই আগের মতই , ঢাকের বাজনাও সেই আগের মতই রোমাঞ্চকর মনে হয় । সব দুঃখ প্রশমিত হয় এক মূহুর্তে , আমার অগোচরে পৃথিবী আলোয় আলোকিত হয়ে যায় , সব ঝড় যায় থেমে মা গৌরী এলে ।

I DREAM I WANT  TO  LIVE

Don’t try to live forever. You will not succeed.” — G. B . Shaw

Life of a common people like us is  not bed of roses. We have the right to dream for a better world , but the path is full of hurdles. In this poem this struggling journey is depicted. – Dr. Sushil Rudra ——————————————-

It’s drizzling raining with thunder storms touching me by its cooling sensation, I am wetted with it furious hugging, My bones, my blood and my soul too . The masculine blows like an angry giant shivering and shouting loudly , which touching me , my skin and wounds me , wrapped with black clouds. What a surprise ! A white gascious substance coming out from my eyes and uncertain dreams showering like rain without any conscious , So , I , engage in pudding the holes .

I am trying to collect the small pieces of paper and making a boat , Probably, a holy spiritual man sails away for a remote kingdom . The sink of bathroom has filled in water . I’m then early age, My beloved mother shut off the sink quickly with rebuking me ; Noya hurt the Night with full swing and energy, as if it stinks out.

The Tsunami is live in deep blue sea , nobody survive , I am standing at the end of the Titanic , alone , No friend with me . I’m alone there, Alone — Going to the deepest sea . The big ice pieces cover me from the poisonous sharpen teeths of Sharks , But I am undone to save Noya from this dreadful situation , May God save her for ever.

I’m as good as dead waiting in the dream world for love and happiness and to hug . So I start for an unknown world where I can get security to live in peace.

Bengali Version:

বাঁচতে চাই আমি তোমার ইশারায় – সুশীল রুদ্র

বৃষ্টি পড়ছে , আর ভিজিয়ে দিচ্ছে উলঙ্গ প্রকৃতির নরম নীল দেহটাকে , গোঁ গোঁ আওয়াজ করে রাগী মাতাল হাতির দলের মতো বিক্ষোভে উত্তাল বাতাস রাতভোর দাঙ্গায় মদমত্ত , বিভোর ; দুর্বৃত্তরা কখনো ক্লান্ত হয় না। কখনো মমতায় হয়না আবিষ্ট। হঠাৎই বিদ্যুৎ স্পৃষ্ট করে গেল আমার সুচিকন চামড়া, চামড়ার অভ্যন্তরে থাকা রক্ত মজ্জা শিরা উপ -শিরা , নেমে এলো মিশকালো এক প্রকাণ্ড মেঘের দল , কেন জানি না , আমার দুচোখ ভরে বেড়িয়ে এলো সাদা সাদা বিষন্ন ভাপ , হঠাৎই অপ্রত্যাশিত স্বপ্নগুলো বর্ষন ধারায় ঝরে পড়তে লাগলো, আর আমি অজান্তেই ফাঁক ফোকরগুলো রুদ্ধশ্বাসে বন্ধ করতে লাগলাম।

টুকরো টুকরো কাগজগুলো দিয়ে তৈরি করতে লাগলাম কাগজের নৌকা , হয়তো কোনো মহাপুরুষ পাড়ি দেবে দুকূল বন্যায় ভেসে গেলে , বাথরুমের সিঙ্কটি ভরে গেছে পরিপূর্ণ জলে খোলা থাকার ফলে, আমার বয়স তখন নেহাত কম , মা দেখতে পেয়ে তাড়াতাড়ি বন্ধ করে দিয়ে ধমক দিলেন আমাকে , আর নোয়া রাত্রি কে সজোরে ধাক্কা মারলো যাতে তার নৌকা ডুবে যায় অকূল সাগরে।

নীল গভীর সমুদ্রে সুনামি চলছে, বাঁচার আশা নেই কোন আর । ডুবন্ত টায়টনিকের এক কোণায় দাঁড়িয়ে আছি আমি , নির্বাক , স্পন্দ হীন পৃথিবী আমার চারপাশে , আর আমি চলেছি একা সঙ্গী হীন গহন সমুদ্রে। আর বরফের চাঁই গুলো আড়াল করে রাখছে আমাকে ধারালো অস্ত্রের মতো তীক্ষ্ণ তিমির দাঁতগুলো আঘাত থেকে। তবুও বাঁচাতে পারলাম কৈ নোয়াকে ! হয়তো ঈশ্বর জানেন কি পরিনাম তার!

এমনি করেই জীবন্মৃত আমি , সুখের আশায় বুক বেঁধেছি অহর্নিশি , নোয়ার গলায় পড়িয়ে মালা চলেছি আমি একাই নিরুদ্দেশের পথে, রক্ষা তরী নেই কো আমার পাশে, অবশ হয়ে গেছে আমার ডানা , আমার শরীর আমার ভূষণ বরফ দিয়ে ঢাকা, মাগো , আমার মা , আমি বড় ই ক্লান্ত একা ।

  1. WORDS ARE NOT SAFE
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WORDS after words are woven in fine to making an ornament for surrender in love , Might be a peaceful life . Words build a strong Mansion where we live in. Words are source of Power, love and peace. Words can create a long road , which is loyal to us.

It is like a legal deed . We need words in struggle to reach the goal of life.Words are sometimeimmens’ly mystreous like dark tunnels , Never end its journey to destination. We can’t keep words ever ultimately due to lack of power and confidence . So we never allow words to make a Dreamland . In childhood days I dreamt of the entire skies where stars and planets gave me words for sheltering , Its colourful beds wrap up with warm huggings , but it didn’t keep its words to make me vibrant  anymore I hoped .

Words are the voice of Lord if it comes from the core of heart, and from the soul , that’s mantras of the sages , are a kind of sagas which by listening heartily can transform our lives . But it’s very unstable as it buzzles out not alarming . Love words as your siblings , play with them , dance day and night in pain and gain , never tired to make it friend in the rain.

Words are atoms ,They are from ” One “ , And ” One ” derives in many and many more . It takes sometimes a outer surface , a cover like the outer surface of tortoise , It has no deep and sound significance , butif it’sunfoldeda vibrant light turns you dumb , after an unwanted shivering like initial jet – jerking you will reach out to the midst of the galaxy,That world is not like Earth , That’s a world of merriment . Neither any useless mess nor any rough and tough game to make you worried or fix .

These are the words for your renunciation . Crack it and become enriched with its charming love .The wordsrun in plains and sky like a bullet or a Rocket with an aggressive mood to the point and if you’re a true pilot, let go on a eternal voyages..

GREENS ARE NOT SAFE

 

0h! Trees! Why are you speaking to each other? ” Greens are not safe ” – they answered. A flock of sheep is coming from the field. Some sparrows came sharp and keep flying over the sky like a trembling aeroplane.

Two squirrels challenging each other crossed the yard of the house quickly and embrassing  the jackfruit tree. A shoal of fishes – hunting Herons sooping down to have fish for their lunch.

Some of them waiting in despair on the bank of the pond, like the idle native senior folks, not having any hunt , and The pigeons are cooing  perhaps for any conspiration. Don’t know for what purose !

The rows of the orange tree gardens are beside the street where oranges are glittering with full of juice heading down to the earth to sacrifice its energy for the mankind , Till not dropped down on the plane , Perhaps they’re waiting for dripping.

The Papaya trees stand there in a same manner. The mango trees still standing at their own place , As if maintaining the silence , unheard of the yellow sounds of Summer.

Indian nightingale, Bau- Katha – Kao playing together And Their  round spotted  decorative rears making a uniform sounds out of its different sounds  ,              And on the trunks of the trees are kept a full plate of black mashrums , Besides , some refugees are making their rooms for living a peaceful life.

We don’t know why some business man whispering each other! And marking a field with their scale and map. Perhaps this green field gives birth to a big mansions in the future.

All the fields will no longer there. So there remains no rooms to roam and play for the native children and the seniors . Save the green please. Please save the greens for future

Bengali Version:

হারিয়ে যেও না সবুজ

একদল চড়ুই পাখি মেহেন্দির ঝোঁপ থেকে উড়ে গেল আকাশে , প্রারম্ভিক যাত্রা কালে কম্পমান আকাশযানের মতো জড়তা নিয়ে – , দুটো কাঠবিড়ালী একে অপরকে ধেয়ে চলে তড়িৎবেগে ওই প্রাচীন কাঁঠাল গাছের বিশালকার গুঁড়িটার দিকে বিদ্যুৎবেগে, সম্ভবত কিছু খাবারের সন্ধানে । মাছ খেকো বকগুলো বিমর্ষ হয়ে অপেক্ষমান বড় পুকুর পাড়ে একই উদ্দেশ্যে , ঠিক যেন অপেক্ষমান গ্রাম্য বুড়োর দল বন্ধুদের সাহচর্য পাওয়ার আশায় । আর কবুতরের দল নিস্তব্ধতার বুকের উপর যেন হাতুড়ি মেরে সজাগ করে দেয় পরিবেশকে ।

পাহাড়ি রাস্তার দুদিকে সারিবদ্ধ কমলা লেবুর গাছগুলো রাশি রাশি কমলা তার পরিপূর্ণ সুগন্ধি সুবাস নিয়ে বৃন্তকে জড়িয়ে ধরে , ঘাড় উঁচিয়ে মাথা নিচু করে ঝুলে রয়েছে তাদের শরীরের যৌবন উদ্ভাস নিয়ে, এখনও বৃন্ত চ্যুত হয়নি তারা , – হয়তো হবে এমন ভাবনায় অপেক্ষমান

পেঁপে গাছগুলো একই রকম ভাবে পরপর দাঁড়িয়ে । মূক নীরবতা পালন করছে আম গাছগুলো কালের সাক্ষী হয়ে । হয়তো কয়েক পুরুষের সাক্ষী এরা । গ্রীষ্মের হলুদ চাদরে ঢাকা আদিগন্ত, বউ – কথা – কও পাখিরা রঙ বদলের খেলায় মেতেছে, লাল টিপ মোড়া রঙ বাহারি লেজের স্পন্দনে হাজার শব্দের সুর মিলিত হয়ে ঐক্য তান রণিত হচ্ছেl

আর গাছের গুঁড়ির উপর এক প্লেট কালো মাশরুম উঁকি দিচ্ছে , যে রাস্তা দিয়ে সবুজ ফড়িংগুলো ভ্রমণে বেড়িয়েছিল তা তাদের পরশে মখমলের মত নরম পেশমী চাদরের রূপ ধারণ করলো , আমি অবাক বিস্ময়ে হতবাক হয়ে গেলাম ‌। এছাড়া ছড়িয়ে ছিল দুর্মর কঠিন শুকনো বিবর্ণ খসে যাওয়া শামুকের আভরণ , যার উপর দাঁড়িয়ে নিচু স্বরে কথা বলছিল কিছু সন্দিগ্ধ মানুষ ।

বস্তুত , আমি বিশ্বাস রাখতেই পারি ওই কাকগুলো কিম্বা চতুর ইঁদুর গুলোর উপর , কেননা লোভী মানুষ মাপজোক করছে সবুজের এ প্রান্ত থেকে ও প্রান্ত ব্লু প্রিন্টের উপর চোখ রেখে ।।

∆∆ I authored 12 books mainly pertaining to research work about literature. Now I am trying to write for the betterment of the trouble affected people . Please read and comment if it’s helpful to you. – S.Rudra     

SWAMI VIVEKANANDA : THE LIGHT

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SWAMI VIVEKANANDA THE LIGHT

Swami Vivekananda is regarded as the architect of Modern India . He wanted to reshape his motherland, India and called his countrymen : “ Come, be men ! come out of your narrow holes and have a look aboard. See how nations are on the march ! Do you love man ? Do you love your country? Thus come, let us struggle for higher and better things , look not back , no , not even if you see the dearest and nearest cry . Look , not back , but forward ! “

In fact , he felt deeply for the poor and for the distressed . He also noticed the miserable condition of the women of India . A Kuli of western country is more educated than our common people. Most of the American women are educated. Having seen it in America, Vivekananda decided to impart women education in India. He has been profoundly grateful to the Western women who came forward to implement his dream. He took this service as a God’s wish. In a letter he expressed this through his vibrant words. He writes:

” Be of good cheer and believe that we are selected by the Lord to do great things and we will do them. Hold yourself in readiness, ie. be pure and holy , and love for love’s sake . Love the poor, the miserable, the downtrodden and the Lord will bless you.”

SWAMI VIVEKANANDA’S DREAM     He died at  the age of 39 in 1902 . It’s true that he was then young . If we compare his age with the cricket player Mr. Dhoni who recently retired from the Indian team , former Indian cricket skipper . Dhoni , most probably, has been retired from playing at the age of 39 years old. So his death was very early , but he did a lot for his countrymen within this period . That’s a time when communication , media and modern gadgets were not available. Only a few newspapers were being published as the source of getting information . So we couldn’t able to learn about incidents what used to happen in his time in the world. Despite,  we have come to know about Swamiji’s untiring struggle to fulfill his goals in the West as well as in India. We are now remembering his outstanding activities . But actually we’re lagging behind in progress of our country in all respects . We could not able to attain the dream what he dreamt of for his motherland. 

First of all , Swami Vivekananda wanted to see a vibrant India . During his travel throughout India by walking he noticed the poverty – stricken mass of India. They were ignorant people, the women whose were exploited by the priest and the heads of the community. He looked into this miserable condition of the society , prejudices, fanatism and corruption. Swamiji’s life is connected with his motherland. So his untiring effort was to remove all these barriers drawbacks of India. He wanted to transform this situation with the aid of spiritual ideals of Ancient India. His struggle was to awaken the ignorant and prejudice – affected  people of the society and to be freed from this situation.  That time our people have lost their self respect and inherent power. To awaken self respect and self – power as well as self – confidence he had a plan . He wanted to  make a new India where no man is being unfed and untaught. He emphasized in spreading the true education where the ancient Indian education  and western science and technology oriented curriculum will be imparted to the students. But we couldn’t implement his dream in our education curriculum. Our education neither gives us a suitable job nor we learn to be a honest man. It’s needed to be amalgamation both of the two – Indian spiritual and moral and character building education along with the western science and technology oriented curriculum. Then we could have a total education. Without science and technology we can’t survive and not be able to progress, without spiritual and physical education we can’t be enlightened. 


Secondly, in this connection we remember Swamiji’s famous saying, ” Man – making is my motto . ” To him , True education and true religion is the same. He thus expressed his thoughtful opinion about it. He told in this respect that ” Education is the manifestation of the perfection already in man” and again he said about religion that Religion is the manifestation of the innerself already in man. In fact , ultimate goal of the life is same which we can get from education and at the same time from religion. Education can help us to regain our self power, and self – confidence. Still it’s very very important criteria to make us a perfect man. 

Fourthly, Our political party leaders, administrators , even judiciary, the BSF, the Doctors , the teachers are not working according to Swamiji’s teaching. Everywhere is corruption . Police is always heading down to the political party , mainly ruling party. Leaders are running towards powers and honour. They’re mostly opportunists . From big to small , are connected with the scams. Procastination is in judiciary and that’s why they’re not properly punished , or judgement is delayed . Farmers and labourers are being deprived compelled to suiside. Some dishonest Fode are also responsible for that . Swami Vivekananda didn’t want this circumstances . Pure commodities are not available in the market . Doctors are not sympathetic to the patients . They have lost their ethics . Swami ji said: Service to man is service to God. It’s not found in our society. We have given the name of the college, school, hospitals or locality of any place by the name of Swami Vivekananda , but it’s not sufficient to give him respect . We should have to follow his path . We must have to implement his dream .

Thirdly,  Swami Vivekananda noticed the society of other countries and experienced a lot about it. One of his letter to Shankarlal he writes : ” We must see how the engine of the society works in other countries and keep free and open communication with what is going on in the mind of other nations , if we really want to be a nation again.” He noticed during his travel to West in Ship the life and activities of the people of some other countries. China is expert in trades and businesses. He wrote: ” All labour, all trade seemed to be in their hands. Comparetively, his country , India was to some extent lagging behind in this respect . That’s why, he repeatedly told young generation to be engaged in business. Indian government at present is inspiring to the new generation to take initiative in business and trade . MSME is now a central government program for which Bank loan is to be given to the projects. But I think it has gone futile because of Bank’s procastination and goodwill . So Government agency should look after the matter and remove all these barriers so that unemployment problem can be solved . Unemployment is a tremendous problem of our country. It’s the burning need of the time . So , being sympathised , government and other NGOs should come forward to solve this challenge . Every man should be given food and lodging . Government is trying to meet up it through housing project , NGOs are trying to provide foods and clothing. But that’s not sufficient. 

Swami Vivekananda was a Sanyasin but his spirit was like a soldier. His renunciation was to service the mankind. He expressed his thoughts in a lecture:

“The longest night seems to be passing away, the sorest trouble seems to be coming to an end at last, the seeming corpse appears to be awaking and a voice is coming to us — away back where history and even tradition fails to peep into the gloom of the past, coming down from there, reflected as it were from peak to peak of the infinite Himalaya of knowledge, and of love, and of work, India, this motherland of ours — a voice is coming unto us, gentle, firm, and yet unmistakable in its utterances, and is gaining volume as days pass by, and behold, the sleeper is awakening! Like a breeze from the Himalayas, it is bringing life into the almost dead bones and muscles, the lethargy is passing away, and only the blind cannot see, or the perverted will not see, that she is awakening, this motherland of ours, from her deep long sleep. None can desist her anymore; never is she going to sleep anymore; no outward powers can hold her back any more; for the infinite giant is rising to her feet.” These words from Swamiji were like a thunder amidst the prevailing obscurity on this part of the globe and incidentally these were spoken on 25th January, 1897, just a couple of days after the Netaji was born.

We are going to celebrate 125 years birthday of another great son of India on 23 January who was an ardent devotee of Swami Vivekananda. Netaji Subhash followed his path to get free from British rule and upkeeping our country and sacrificed his life , giving up all material aspirations.

Fourthly, Swami Vivekananda preached universal religion throughout the world . He told us not to underrate any other sects, creeds or religious beliefs , but to respect every religion , as the truth is same in every religion. Holiness, purity , kindness and generosity are not the property of any single religion. In this connection, we can excerpt from the lecture of former president of America, Barack Obama . He expressed his admiration here :

” Instead of succumbing to division, you have shown that the strength of India – the very idea of India – is its essence of all colours , castes and creeds . It’s the diversity represented in this chamber today. It’s the richness of faiths celebrated by a visitor to my hometown of Chicago more than a century ago – the renowned Swami Vivekananda. He said that , ” holiness, purity and charity are not the exclusive possessions of any church in the world, and that every system has produced men and women of the most exalted character.”

Subhash Chandra Bose considered Vivekananda as his spiritual Guru . He called Vivekananda a ” full blooded masculine personality – and a fighter to the core of being .” I think His call to the nation will not be futile . The light he ignited shall never stop to spread out in the society . Today his birthday , we must take outh that we shall try our best to follow his path and to implement his desires and dreams which are still not fulfilled .















































































































SWAMI VIVEKANANDA : THE LIGHTSwami ji influenced so many people of East and West . Common man to aristocrate, all the people took shelter on his sympathetic lap . In India , he is regarded as a super genius , a godly man . He has inspired massively to the freedom fighters who sacrificed their lives for the independence of the country . Vivekananda tought them to love and respect India as Mother. First of all , I am to write about his patriotic heart. He is the only one who has tried his best efforts to change the weak minds into a strong one . He told : Weakness is death and strength is life. Now you only worship of the God who is in distress, your motherland. Keep aside rest God and Goddesses.  Secondly, Swami Vivekananda’s life is deeply concerned with his motherland, India. 

NOW MEDIA IS LIFE

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The Media is the number one device of battling against all the odds and drawbacks of the society as well as the whole universe. Without the media of communication, we can’t live a moment in the modern world. Ao, we can say that now the media is life. Today, I will furnish in my blog a poem related to media.

NOW THE MEDIA IS LIFE

Sushil Rudra

The name of the poem is ” Now Media Is Life “.

It’s media, a very vibrant but spontaneous device of present era . It is our basic needs with food and lodging ,and freedom of speech and voting . After changing so many eras we are now in the era of media, passing away Paul , Sen , Gupta, Mughol, British and so on.

Now media is life which ruling us . Now it is the era of media. All is controlled by media. It instructs us, advice us and help us what to do or not , in each and every moment,in dream , and in struggle .

Who would be awarded , Who would be rebuked , Who would be regarded , all are furnished by media

The very first page of newspaper on Independence Day, when we open and look at the headline in ten column banner- The feet of whom would you visit ? Is it of Netaji or Mahatma Gandhi, not they’re ! but a rapist murderer who has been convicted and hanged . It’s also defined by the alerted almighty media.

Now media is life. Media is like a metal detector, seeking for a silent and secret atom to discharge and defused, it settles down whether the case is of suicide or murder, the sinners are the politicians, a few dacoits, murderers are patriots, – everything, every moment is being defined and confirmed by the hands and pen of media.

In Sunami or earthquake how would you proceed to propaganda , how would you shouting at arranging michil and gatherings , that are also programmed & organised by the media . They teach you seriously.

As soon as the chun or lime drops down from the bettle , media will shout to you, If there is missing in tune or music, media will threat you , if rice is not produced from paddy , media then and there will expose it by their machines and skilled tune.

In modern age , media is God , Supreme consciousness. The leaders are running towards them to satisfy and to sit on the crown , the singers, the stars , the writers, the researchers are always trying to be favoured of them for getting success, to be awarded the Bharatratna or Padma awards. Media , You are superb , you are God !

INDIA NEVER DIE

DREAMS IN LIFE

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I am Dr. Sushil Rudra from Durgapur West Bengal, India . This blog is for the people of India , its culture, literature , and the religious beliefs etc . I’m to blog is for shouting for the demands of the underprivileged society and the people whose are deprived by the ruling government. And also to write for their demands as well as solving the problems.

Life And Dreams In Poetry

My Dream’s Bird is absolutely my own
 We can’t live in this world without dreams
   From childhood to gray days
   Dreams come and dreams go 
Sometimes it’s daydream, sometime nightmare with tremendous shocking , yet I play with these unrealistic games,
Never getting any fruitful solution
Running into the darkened mist .

Let fly in the sky your dreaming bird 
Don’t captivate your small desires in your secret chamber, don’t afraid of walking through the dark forest or deep sea ,
Or climbing at peak of high mountain
Always be firm and steady in your journey
Whatever the consequence it’s , So don’t stop to enjoy dreams as life is too much uncertain why do you not enjoy it.

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OH , MY COMPANION , COME  : DR. SUSHIL RUDRA

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Oh my companion of joy and sorrow , the wind is blowing in my life , Let come to me for traveling another world where there’s no pain and suffering, no betraying , no unemployment , and no corruption like here .

Space

The wind is blowing, the wind of outing for any beautiful places with my friends – tell to the trees, let come to outing with me. Let talk to the path that I might  return at late night , don’t wait for me , but keep shutting off the door.

You can sing a song for your  remote friends , but that song will be mingled with the drops of the dews in the space . You are to be carried out lots of fairy  tales , – but whom do you tell it ? Whose are your listeners? Before lying down on the bed the people are being absorbed in deep sleep ; beasts and birds are also in out of consciousness, probably they’re in their nest resting to gain the energies for the next expedition.                                                                Even the moon 🌙 and the 🌟 stars are not in awakened state. Thus we have wasted a massive times throughout our life. Oh  companion of sorrow and delight of my Life ,  Let’s go to another world of merriment where the moon and stars are always ready to welcome us.

Nature is our grand source of shelter .
Let’s go another world

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JESUS AS SEEN BY SWAMI VIVEKANANDA : PART- 2

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Woh! My Master , Woh ! My Dear !

CHURCH : THE PLACE OF WORSHIP

MERRY CHRISTMAS

“I pity the Hindu who does not see the beauty in Jesus Christ’s character. I pity the Christian who does not reverence the Hindu Christ.” – Swami Vivekananda

JESUS AS SEEN BY SWAMI VIVEKANANDA

Continuation….

Not only propagation, we should have to follow his directions into our livelihood. We want to be a Christ. And the salvation of man would be possible.” That was the ceremony of welcoming of glorious renunciation. With the burning incense flames their sacrifice and renunciation turned into a divine atmosphere. Standing there they took a firm resolution for sacrificing their lives in renunciation. They became surprised in the topic of Jesus Christ which was imperceptibly came in their mind in course of talk. But ultimately they came to know about that special day . It’s Christmas Eve.

In 1889 , the resemblance to apathy and renunciation Naren was initiated to translate “Imitation of Christ” in Bengali . We know it’s written by Tamas A Kampesh. Swamiji’s translation was being published serially in the monthly magazine “ Sahittya Kalpodrum , got popularity here in Bengal. In the introduction, the translator expressed his thoughtful opinion about why he had influenced to translate this book and his love and respect to the life and sadhana of Jesus Christ in the present context.

SWAMI VIVEKANANDA AS A TRANSLATOR

The young translator, Narendra Nath further wrote: Imitation of Christ is a most deserving book of Christians. It’s written by one Catholic Saint. It’s wrong to say that it’s written, rather it is printed with the blood of a all – renouncing ( ascetic ) Mahatma (Holy Soul ) or you can say him a magnanimous spirit . This vibrant & burning Gospel of an incarnation has been attracted cores of men and women for continuously four hundred years with its power of inchantment and will attract in the future , who has been given salutes of hundreds of Kings and emperors , all the division and discriminations amongst the Christian and other faiths with each other, leaving the firm separations will have been downing their head in the charms of this book.

Vivekananda further wrote : He didn’t mention his name in this book as writer . Why should he mention it ? He who gave up all the worldly pleasure and happiness, honour like faeces , why does he beg for name and honour? Subsequently, people gave a writer’s name of a Catholic Saint as Tamas A Campis . God knows how far true it’s ? Whatever he is , no doubt, he is a respectable and holy person of the world.

Next Vivekananda criticized the missionaries of Christian faith. He wrote : Now we are the subjects or progenies of Christian King . In the grace of Emperor, we are seeing so many native and foreign Christians. It’s been found that the great missionaries are preaching that you eat today what you have. Don’t store it for tomorrow or next few days. But they are storing for themselves for coming ten years . They’re busy in meterialistic enjoyment, being wrapped in laxarious lifestyle. And preaching about the vibrant gospels of Jesus Christ. I don’t have found any true Christian. If you read this book , then you will come to know about the so called Protestant Christians who are enjoying a laxarious life and preaching egoistic self – maid philosophy to another faith .

The Important Feature Of This Book

But young Naren have a great faith and regards in this book and also on the sacred life of Jesus. He was so influenced having read this book that he praised saying this :

This book is full of humility , humbleness , affliction and also a sentiment of being in service to God. Anyone who would read this book , he could have been enriched with the glorious and vibrant renunciation , self – sacrificing and dependancy on it .

In fact , it will be distinct to all having read ” Ishanuswaran ” ( Imitation of Christ) , that young Naren had been massively influenced with the meraculous purity , deep renunciation , selflessness , relinquishing and stone – melting love of Jesus Christ and the sentiment of being in service to God of the divine writer , Cempis . The days of renunciation and self – sacrifice of some young would – be monks at Barahanagar Math was the same as it’s described in this epoch – making book of Cempis . All the words of the writer are no doubt the divine words of wisdom to whom we convey our honour, none other than the great Indian Hindu Monk , Swami Vivekananda .

WHY WE, INDIAN RESPECT JESUS ?

Of the different philosophies , the tendency of Indian, mainly Hindu is not to blame or destroy , but to harmonise everything. If any new idea comes into India, we do not antagonise it , but simply try to take it in , to harmonise it , because this method was taught first by our prophet , God Incarnate , on earth, Shri Krishna. This Incarnation of God preached himself first : ” I am the God Incarnate , I am the inspirer of all books , I am the inspirer of all religions.” Thus we do not reject any . We love Jesus very much for His love and purity.

We Never Fight Against Any Religion .

The reason why we never fight against any religion is , that we do not say that ours is the only way to salvation . You know it has been told by Swami Vivekananda . And obviously his Master , Sri Ramakrishna who practiced all the religious paths and became abled to reach to goal . Both the spiritual Gurus preached that perfection which can be had by everybody . What’s the proof ?

The proof is that, we see the holiest of men in all countries, good men or women everywhere, whether born in our faith or not . Therefore, it can’t be held that ours is the only way to salvation. Swami Vivekananda quotes from the Upanishad to make understand to the Western devotees in this regard which is in English as follows:

” Like so many rivers flowing from different mountains , all coming and mingling their waters in the sea , all different religions , taking their births from different standpoints of fact , come unto thee “. In Gita , Shri Krishna preached same , and so we regard him on account of his wonderful catholicity in harmonising all the preceding revelation.

Hindus never shed bloods for religion. But Mohammedans of India are something different. They are arrogant in respect of religion . But Hindu is too mild . They can criticise , but don’t use sword. Jesus don’t want violence. He is the resemblance of forgiveness and purity what’s the need of the hour . That’s why, like Rama , Shri Krishna and Sri Ramakrishna, We love and worship Jesus Christ.

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MIND AND NATURE

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“Where the mind’s free, the body’s delicate”. – William Shakespeare

“The mind is it’s own place, and in itself Can make a heaven of Hell , a hell of Heaven.” – John Milton

” Mental slavery is mental death , and every man who has given up his intellectual freedom is the living coffin of his dead soul.” – R G Ingersoll

The afternoon of my city is very calm and quiet. Most of the city dwellers used to take rest sometimes after a heavy lunch. I have been observing it for dicades. A pin drop silence prevails everywhere like midnight. I’m busy with my Mind and Nature.

Specially, in winter season , people are captivated in the house under the quilt . And the pandemic situation makes it massively isolated by which we are not happy at all . I don’t like to sleep after lunch. Sitting in a arm – chair in the Varanda , I am looking to and fro and thinking about the Nature.

Some tall tree of shal – segun and other trees are standing up keeping their head to the sky . Their leaves are being moved by the touch of the wind . Even shivering with the cold blow . How much joyously they are living in this cold season. In the meantime, I am to find out a tall man who is our home servent.

He has been working in our house for a long time since my birth. Rup Singh is his name. Unmarried Rup Singh is an illeterate person having no burden of family on his shoulder. He is returning to our house from the market purchasing some betel leaves and its spices. He used to have it.

This is only his fad to masticating spicy betel leaves. Rup Singh is indefferent in any circumstances. I never saw him to be getting restlessness. He is just like a tall tree never bend his head in worldly affairs and passions.

Can trees think ?

Can tree thinks like us ? Is there any sorrow and agony to their lives? I feel they’re very spontaneous in its entire life. When it grows up and gradually reach in full youth , it looks heavenly beautiful. In spring they are dressed in green leaves and moon -like flowers. It seems they are enjoying their lives with joy .

They look like a Queen. Are they talking about one’s love to another ? Don’t know whether they have any feelings of sorrow or joy ! Sometime I think , like Rup Singh our sorrounding Nature , all these tall trees are indifferent in joy and sorrow . If they could have a mind like us , then they can feel their good and bad

The Nature has been massively exploited and tortured owing to our civilization. This indifferent Nature never protest against this treachery. But gradually they are becoming conscious and trying to defense when they’re kept at bay .

Human being can think :

But we are human beings having a wisdom within us. If I don’t have any domestic duty , and not going to purchase raw vegetables or medicine in the market , I couldn’t stay in silence a moment . Because we have a mind who is all in all in my life. Our mind never stop to thinking until we get sleep . What we could , the steady and firm tall tree couldn’t . They couldn’t imagine what we could . They give us shelter in the hotty summer. Weary Passer-by can take rest for a while under it shed . If they’re not, we can’t survive without oxizen which they produce. With their gentle summer breeze we are getting the touch of Mother.

They’re with us from the very beginning of the civilization. You can say that they’re our beloved companions after snow – era or Himyuga . But being a man we have denied their friendship and killed them to enjoy our comfort. They didn’t betray us , but we did . Hence, let rule the demonic mind , and bring up the godly mind which is urgent need of the time.

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WORDS ARE NOT SAFE

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It’s beautiful to listen loving words, but it seems harse when it’s unfair . So throw off the words in the dustbin when it’s not come within . Don’t believe in sweet words if it’s not come out from the deep sea of love , Trust the words which are wrapped in with the compassion and sacrifice and with the tears of unconditional love. It’s serene and transcendental having no touch of possession. So when you are hurt by words , keep store it your pain and agony in the mind – unexposed , not take care of it , but throw all these in the waves of time . Positively a moment must come when you will gather a strength of neglecting all this hazards of life . All your gloomy state of mind will disappear silently like a dew dropping in the air, Be brave in futile , Never down your head in untruth and untrust . Perhaps, you have to bear in the heart the words of separation from morn to night, from awakening to surrendering in sleep , in dream and on the way to home from the office, but never shelter it as a guest, rather stand up with your utmost life force and strength , hate all these blunt words , kick out all the small desires and jump into the greater struggle which is full of light and delight like a nice poem .

Let sink in the deep ocean within you , Look never behind , Set your journey for the eternal power and enlightenment . Why are you running towards for a small love ! Float on the transcendental and with the serene which is within you.

Never care of the words which are not coming from deep sea of love and trust . Love is life which belongs to serene and transcendental , but when it’s chocked by some odd words that makes life cloudy, never indulge it but stay calm and quiet . Look forward and gaze at the sky , it’s calling you to be come closer as its companion . Let fly in the sky and take shelter beside the Stars , be friend of the fishes whose are swimming in the river with joy and pleasure. Be not with the friends who didn’t keep the words of love and not brave & fair.

LEMON JUICE CAN CURE CANCER: Lemon juice With Hot Water Cure CANCER. We are gradually becoming health conscious as we aren’t well and happy in this polluted atmosphere. Village people are not taking risks whenever they have to face any simple disease. Now-a-days , Doctors are available in village. So any ailing to health of village folk has been treated seriously. Comoaretively they are almost healthy as they used to have organic food items . They are mainly vegan , though non – veg items like meat , fish and eggs are available there. They used to have fresh vegetables and and also pure non – veg . So they’re mostly sound health . In spite of that , they’re not totally safe . Because the farmers are using pesticides and poisonous medicines in the agricultural havesting . Obviously when all these productions are being consumed, its poisonous effect adversely in the human body . It may cause of cancer or other belly ailments . So we should be cautious about our regular food habits. We never take impure food , fast food or junk food. Never should we accustomed having spicy lunch or dinner . If you have had some foods like that, we have to detoxify your body mechinery through some herbal medications . Now-a-days , you can purchase herbal detoxification tabs from the Ayurvedic medicine pharmacy. You might use in home lemon juice. Lemons of any kind are very helpful to protect our body and mind .Generally we don’t use it alongwith our lunch , but many places and homes it’s compulsory during lunchtime. It makes testy with spinach curry or dul . Regular habits of getting lemon juice of two pieces of lemon is highly effective in our health. We get vitamin C from it which support our body from cold allergy. It regulates our weak belly condition. Can cure gastritis.The another good effect of intaking lemon juice,is to protect our skin. we can use lemon juice mixing with alovera juice and olive oil as a skin ointment . It helps to rejuvenate and glow our skin . It has anti – aging qualities.The obesity of our micro -generation is a vital problem of the society. Young and old,women or men both the classes are in crisis in pertaining to this matter. They’re trying to curtail excess obese going to GIM or getting help of learned Doctors. A few obese patients are taking home remedies. I think dietary control will help to some extent. Homeo medicine Phytolacca 1m might control excessive obese .And the last, not the least , lemon juice can protect us from Cancer, but not in cold water , you’re to have the juice with slight hot water. You have to drink it for three months at a stress. Adding a pinch of Turmerics can be much powerful as a health drink . Try to get the drink as a regular habit and keep yourselves free from any disease.

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