The Hanoi morn was brite and sunny but heavy, the moisture laden air perceptible ,as it’s first day of June , the trip to Indochina taking off with Archana, Doel and Arnav all vacating Mumbai after exams and the opportunity well grabbed …
Rojnamcha
.....Rojnamcha...!!! the Indian Ocean Diary having being initiated in 2010 is very close to Heart....journey of an Indian Doctor's service in a remote land...!!!
Saturday, July 11, 2026
Indochina calling…
The Hanoi morn was brite and sunny but heavy, the moisture laden air perceptible ,as it’s first day of June , the trip to Indochina taking off with Archana, Doel and Arnav all vacating Mumbai after exams and the opportunity well grabbed …
Monday, June 1, 2026
Battered & Tattered : as rages the war
Its usual salvaging , from the scourge of diseases & accidents , which is an imprint of a Lost Confidence well writ , only to see health bounce back flying
again to dizzy heights , the recent skirmishes forgotten ....as its per chance the phenomena , as its not in control , unpredictable as a Disease & a Traumatic Accident will unfold ...but , the unecessary spillage of blood is the unkindest cut of all , as Life is valuable , a celebration on a stage of kind Mother earth ever sustaining the population ... As War batters & tatters unecessarily blood is spilled ...the hammering unabated of decimation & Obliteration...We are our own enemies
Saturday, March 7, 2026
The Clinical tear….
The Indian Ocean Diary
Rojnamcha
The early morning train …
The regular departure, though innocuous as it might appear was far from truth as the heart was torn apart as you bade farewell to your own….tru the lump in the throat , as the formative years rolled…the vacation over now , the morning train awaiting departure …such was the strain , that you are overwhelmed and an inertia supreme: a strenuous effort….The biggest stumbling block was Ma : the epitome of entwinement: her frail frame hard to let go…
Nevertheless, the brave heart trudged on , the thoughts shattered by the thunderous Diesel Loco with its 21 bogie load as it appeared on the horizon…
The monster of a train as familiar reliefs of the small town slithered passed as it diligently tore apart the comfort zone…
As the trip to the new session of the school culminated ,one cannot fathom the sea of change just a diurnal variation…
Took time …. the fledgling roots still raw from an uproot , slowly finding its ground of sustenance , as fellow comrades mingle, a newer zone of self realization, a goal for self development, far away from the safe haven, not very old but fresh in memory…
Time is the currency, as the school hostel years rolled on , the cut out of an agenda of self awareness, self assertion and ultimately Self confidence….
As I fly back home from the Sunny clime … there will be my own family waiting….there will be quality time ..a short visit …a week…but enveloped in hope, bonhomie, … only to be torn apart as you part again from your kith and kin ….flying into the Sunny clime , the crossing over the Laccadive sea : a ritual…. this time it’s not a Diesel locomotive but a jet plane clinically executing the tear…….
Monday, February 23, 2026
As Constant as the Northern Star ....
...The Sun warming up , the transition evident : seasonal outbreaks,
the Holy month sets in : as the Faithful Submits ...
...The Cobbled streets , the beaten track , the long stretches : time for being meaningful to a purpose of an existence ,of a much needed service here ....
Day in & day out the touch & reach , a heart , sick perhaps the rhythm , loaded perhaps the pain , tensed perhaps the outcome ....a flicker of hope , a helping hand , a rustic service , a remote setting, donning the garb of being Omniscient , Omnipotent as thr r no alternatives in stark remoteness ....
The insurmountable deep blue , the rain soaked palms , a direct connect with quietude , a time to fathom ur bearings , as u dive down deep, a rainbow of a shoal, out of their natural habitat in the Corals ...
As constant the Northern star ...veritable , unspoilt the Archipelago ....!!!!
Thursday, December 25, 2025
The parting Repertoire ...
Have to part now , the year drawing to a close , though its business as usual , as breckneck the speed that was in the initial mnths , just as same as the year end...but Time flies as a quicksand shift, deluging us with hordes of events the year offered ...Humility.... tht Good Lord gave me the strength for a much needed Service here , season after season , a steady flow , a steady accrual of Good wishes , Blessings & Solace ...!!!....an Old table , an old Chair , a much jaded flooring withstanding the ravages of time : the Service rendered , a happiness elicited , a hope generated , & Life's Flow unabated ...!!! Pure , Holy , Hallowed as the Soul bereft of Gloss or external paint , the Jaded floor , a mute testimony , the footfalls unabated ....!!!...The flt back home as Immigration is exited is a severance akin to tht of the Umbilical cord ...U belong whr U serve ...!!!....U belong whr Ur needed ...The many seasons of "Hulanghu & Iruvai " : Monsoon & retreating Monsoon , generating tht sprightly gait as ur drenched , of being a part of the Blessed system !!!!
Sunday, November 30, 2025
....Close to the Earth , even Closer to the Heart ....!!
The Zipline carrying Arnav first followed by me over the Tegallalang rice terrace enthused us into more daring River rafting amidst rain in an 11 km stretch in Ayum River with sharp currents , eddies and rapids , as we negotiated with both Archana & Doel pedalling upfront and both of us behind : the river flowing sharply in the gorge dotted with waterfalls ...the tropical jungle bordering the gorge : rife with high pitched sounds of insect cicadas : a crescendo first then decrescendo : all in unison ...the remoteness complete with overcast conditions & a steady drizzle adding to the thrill , as we hurtled downstream the current even stronger ...8'S latitude Lesser Sunda Archipelago is a gem of Indonesia .... the Pacific ring of fire ...the Volcanoes and its Lava fields of Mt Batur ....the fertile volcanic landscapes with Dragon fruits ubiquitous & so is the aroma of Durian fruit ...the vulcanic ash , the hot water Geyser from the underground a soothing balm .....the rains greeted us copiously as the Jeep snaked its way up hill the vulcanic landscape ...as we inhaled the cool moist , breeze , partially drenched , the Huge water body of the Lake visible downhill now , as the UNESCO GEO Site welcomed us : a Lava field , : mute testimony of a massive eruption of yesteryears , the Sunset point at our feet ....atop Mt Batur ....
Wednesday, April 16, 2025
A Sea & Lord Hanuman in between .....
Shubho NaboBorsho greetings to all !!!
There is festivity in the air ...the brisk walk back to home post Clinic tells it all... there is definitely a sprightly gait now negotiating the puddles like a striker with the ball , a heart loaded with expectancy : of a barrage of well wishers wishing : a spl day in the Bongo calendar : Pohela Boishakh : The Bangla New yr ....
...the peace shattered in the wee hrs as the cell phone is flooded with msgs from the fish vendor of IIT Mkt @ Powai Mumbai , the Choicest Bengali fishes are available ...definitely for the occasion !!
Alas, the Sea & Lord Hanuman straddling in ur path ....Tuesday is Lord Hanuman Day, strictly Vegetarian will be the fare, & the Sea separating the Isles & the Indian Mainland ...
Certain things r diligently followed since childhood ,part of ur upbringing ...."Tuesday"..... to name a few
The Customary obeisance to elders in the New year , the fun filled get togethers & a plethora of dishes from Ma's kitchen laced with her indefatiguable labour & Luv....!!!
Not to forget the rendition of Bangla poems & Rabindra Sangeeth were the major highlights of the New year ....!!!
Indochina calling…
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