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कहते हैं कि लाइफ में कुछ चीजें सदाबहार होती हैं

” कहते हैं कि लाइफ में कुछ चीजें सदाबहार होती हैं “,

©️ Aparna Govil Bhasker

बचपन वाली शैतानियों कि मस्ती कि चमक आखों में जब दिखे तो सदाबहार होती है,

दोस्तों के बेकार सा जोक सुनाने पर भी जब एक मीठी सी हंसी आ जाऐ तो सदाबहार होती है,

भाई बहन की नोक झोंक और दादी की कहानियाँ तो हमेशा ही सदाबहार होती हैं,

चाहे रोटी सूखी हो, पर अगर माँ के हाथ की बनी हो तो सदाबहार होती है,

पहले प्यार की याद आने पर चहरे पर आइ हल्की सी मुस्कराहट सदाबहार होती है,

खुले आसमान में उड़ती चिडियाँ और कभी बादलों का गरज के बरसना भी सदाबहार होता है,

ऋतुओ का बदलना, फूलों का खिलना और मुरझाना भी सदाबहार होता है,

दिन ढलता है तो रात आती है, रात के बाद सुबह का आना भी सदाबहार होता है,

कौन कहता है कि इस रात की सुबह नहीं, यह रात भी निकल जायेगी दोस्तों ….. कयोंकि यही सच है कि कुछ चीजें लाइफ में सदाबहार होती हैं।

©️ Dr. Aparna Govil Bhasker

DIL SE EK DUA HAI NIKLI

© Dr. Aparna Govil Bhasker

Dil se ek dua hai nikli,
Ki har khwaish teri ho puri,

Chand aur sitare ho sarey tere,
Har khushi aye hisse hamesha tere,
Chu le tu har unchai ko,
Na roke koi raste mein tujhko,

Dil se ek dua hai nikli,
Ki har khwaish teri ho puri,

Har mushkil teri ho asaan,
Har rukavat ka mitein nishan,
Har dil tujhko chahe or pyaar kare,
Har ranjish se tu door rahe,

Dil se ek dua hai nikli,
Ki har khwaish teri ho puri,

Lekin yeh baat hai samajhne wali,
Ki jo khwaish na hoti hai puri,
Jo reh jati hai adhoori,
Woh hi sikhati hai sabak sabse zaroori,

Dil se dua to hamesha yahi niklegi,
Ki har khwaish ho teri puri,
Magar jo na ho aisa,
To na hona tu gamgeen,
Yehi banata hai zindagi ko rangeen,
Aur kabhi kabhi thoda sa namkeen

Isliye jo kabhi teri khwaish na hui puri,
Tu na manana har, kyunki
Yeh hoga zindagi me bar bar,
Fir bhi tu himmat bilkul na harna,
Har chunauti ko lalkarna,

Kyunki tabhi hai maza jeene ka,
Jab har khwaish na hoti hai puri.

© Dr. Aparna Govil Bhasker

AAJKAL AKHBAR KHOLNE KO JI NAHI KARTA

AAJKAL AKHBAR KHOLNE KO JI NAHI KARTA

© Dr. Aparna Govil Bhasker

Aajkal akhbar kholne ka ji nahi karta,

Umar chahe paanch ki ho ya pachaas ki,
Rang chahe gora ho ya kaala,
Anpadh ho ya padhi likhi,
Shadishuda ho ya nahi,
Kisi se koi farak nahi padta.

Aajkal akhbar kholne ka ji nahi karta,

Ek Jyoti thi, ek hui Priyanka
Beech me na jane kitni thi Anamika,
Hindu thi, ya Isai, ya thi musalman,
Khoon to baha tha lal hi sabka,

Aajkal akhbar kholne ka ji nahi karta,

Yeh khabrein ab khabrein na rahi,
Pehle panne par netaon ka hai raj,
Pachven panne par dhoondne par nazar kabhi pad jati hai,
Kyunki khabar yeh chapti hai to desh ka gaurav hota hai kam,
Yeh khabar kahin kisi aur desh ke log na padh le, yeh soch ke bhi humko aati hai sharm,
Akhir natija hai yeh sab western culture ka,
Isme badi kya baat hai, yeh to sare jag me hota hai,

Aajkal akhbar kholne ka ji nahi karta,

Kyunki abhi to chita bhi nahi hui hai thandi,
Par hamare aakrosh ka graph aa gaya hai neeche,
Thak gaye hain hum #Rape ke bare me sun sun ke,
Bahut ho gaya, ab routine me vapas jana hai,
Akhir humko bhi to ghar chalana hai,

Aajkal akhbar kholne ko ji nahi karta,

Hamare paas nahi hai vakt,
Na hi yeh hamari hai problem,
Priyanka ke maa baap ab kaatenge court ke chakkar,
Saalon nikal jayenge,
Aur isko bhi hum dharm ka issue banayenge,
Vote jodenge, election issue banayenge,
Jab zaroorat hogi, tab mudda uthayenge,

Aajkal akhbar kholne ka ji nahi karta,

Mombattiyan jalti rahengi, petitions filon me padi rahengi,
Kuch salon bad fir ek aur Priyanka hogi ek aur Jyoti hogi,
Kya maloom woh masoom kaun hogi,
Hum fir se aakrosh dikhayenge or fir so jayenge,

Kab tak yeh silsila yuhin chalta rahega,
Kab rapist ko dand milega,
Kab badlega yeh system,
Kab hoga yeh sab khatam,

Aajkal akhbar kholne ka ji nahi karta……

©Dr. Aparna Govil Bhasker

YOU ONLY LIVE ONCE “YOLO” ??

-Dr. Aparna Govil Bhasker

I wake up every morning and without fail, spend atleast ten painstaking minutes standing in front of my wardrobe thinking what to wear. And every single day, for as many years as I can remember, I have been plagued by this one thought-

“I dont have enough clothes (translates to shoes, accessories, jewellary etc etc)!”

My husband ofcourse has a starkingly different opinion on this but I guess like all other husbands in successful marriages he has mastered the art of ignoring certain things. Works better that way ?!!

A shopaholic by my own confession, my dedication to shopping sometimes extends into 4.00 am shopping sprees at airports. For me it forms for a fabulous start to a great day ahead. I have this innate ability to be able to shop anywhere, anytime… Much to my husband’s chagrin, I still have no qualms about picking
up stuff from the local stores of Hill Road, junk jewellary from the Colaba causeway or footwear from the Linking road. I have the same zeal and dedication when I buy stuff from a village in Rajasthan or from a branded store in Mumbai. I love to bargain with local shop-keepers and to be honest I still haven’t gotten over the embarassing habit of looking discreetly at the price tags in the high end stores!

Just passing by a crowded market area is enough to elevate my mood. My mother often tells me that what I buy will not last me very long… and I am like, “Mom, that’s exactly why I bought it! I don’t want it to last too long!” Afterall, variety is the spice of life. I dont want to wear the same pair of shoes for 2 years.. I would rather have a new set every few months!

Since I started earning myself, I allocate a monthly budget exclusively for myself. Its not much but its enough to make me happy. I disagree with the common perception that happiness is difficult to find. Nothing elevates my mood more than finding something that I like. Shopping works like a drug for me! The world is cruel at times but the mall always has a healing effect! Lol!

As I grow older, I realize that pampering myself is an important aspect of life. An extra shade of lipstick, a new pair of earrings, an extra pair of shoes, one more book on my shelf or new cup for my coffee does wonders for me!

As women, pampering others comes more naturally to us than the other way round. Most of us have to work hard at learning to love ourselves. All I have to say is that there is only one life we all get… We all struggle for the big things in life, in the process don’t give up on the small pleasures (even if they are a little materialistic by worldly standards… lol). Ultimately happiness is not a goal that we will achieve one fine day in the future, it is a continuous phenomenon. It is a drug that we need on a daily basis, to go on.

All of us have that one thing that makes us happy, and the trick is to identify it. We all need our drug. Make an effort towards finding your drug and learn to pamper yourself a little sometimes, for life is short and you only live once (YOLO ??).

Dr. Aparna Govil Bhasker

WOMEN….. THE MOOLAH AND THE GENDER PAY GAP IN HEALTHCARE

Dr. Aparna Govil Bhasker

The other day I saw a tweet from United Nations about the gap in gender pay parity. “Worldover……women across professions, earn 20 to 30% less than men.”

It has been quite sometime and I just cannot get the figures out of my system. I googled the figures for pay parity in healthcare and there were no surprises there. Women in medicine can earn upto 37% lesser than their male colleagues .

Over the years, I have trained many young surgeons, while most of them were men, there were some young ladies as well. I will not talk about myself yet. That’s for later.

Well, all trainee surgeons are different but when I think hard, there were a few basic traits that seperated male trainees from the ladies. I may be biased, but the ladies were in general more sincere, more loyal, more punctual, more empathetic and better workers. The boys were good too, but the girls certainly scored over them. The girls were also more inclined to follow the rule book and accept dissent and criticism more wilfully.

When it came to surgeries, boys were certainly more proactive in asking the bosses to allow them to operate. And the ladies… well they patiently waited their turn. They would believe that they would be fairly rewarded for their sincere and hard work. They were less forthcoming and certainly not as vociferous as the boys. Well, surgery is one branch where the more hands-on you get, the better you become. No guesses here about who would eventually turn out to be more surgically skilled. Women would either get disgruntled with the system and leave or ended up spending much longer time to attain the same skills as men. And mind you …… this was not because they were bad surgeons, it was mainly because they never would ask!

In general, women hesitate to ask or assert. They rarely question when others make their decisions for them. They do not negotiate and tend to give in easily. Hence a lady doctor who may be more capable than her male colleagues may actually end up with much lesser on her plate.

Why do women do this? Taking my own example, I was uncomfortable around money matters. I tended to avoid financial discussions. I was happy if someone else did that on my behalf. In my entire career I only focused on work ethics and skill development, never gave much heed to finances. Well, these traits are not limited to me alone, I am sure that a lot of women will identify with me. Some of us actually take pride in our ignorance about financial issues and no wonder the gap in gender pay parity is ever increasing.

“The real issue here is that women are nurturers by nature. We tend to derive our value from being needed and not by being rewarded.”

While many times women are ignorant about what their colleagues are taking home, organizations are also not transparent about pay scales between employees. It is totally possible that the woman employee may be the most capable, appreciated or honoured in the workplace but her take home salary may not be at par with her male counterparts. Would she be aware of this disparity? Probably yes or may be not. Would she go back to the boss’s office to renegotiate? I think not. What we need to remember is that sometimes even “excellence” can be taken for granted and one may need to remind the organization about its value from time to time.

I have also come across a few lady doctors who were more assertive and did not hesitate to call a spade as a spade. What do we think about them? Honest confession, at times I have myself labelled those women as being too pushy or bossy! Too forthcoming… is what I would think of them! Would I think the same way about a male colleague with similar traits? Probably not. This is where the problem lies. Even women themselves dont think kindly about other women who are more assertive. Somewhere we like being the underdog! Do women bosses play a fair game when it comes to them? I don’t have the answer to that.

Ofcourse, we need better work place policies, we need more understanding bosses and there is a need to empower women. But most of all what we need to change is, ourselves. We need to introspect take charge and be more assertive. We have to learn to value ourselves before we expect others to value us. We need to stop cringing from financial discussions and have to understand that money is not evil. It is just a way to value our expertise. By accepting less, we undervalue ourselves. The gap in gender pay parity may not fill in the near future but we need to start somewhere and that place is within us.

Because ultimately we need to be the change that we want to see in the world.

– Dr. Aparna Govil Bhasker is a bariatric and Laparoscopic surgeon.

All You Need is Love and Flowers

Dr Aparna Govil Bhasker
 
There are good days and then there are the bad days. How much ever we wish for life to follow a logical course, every day the sun rises with new challenges. Some that can be tackled, some that are pushed under the carpet and some that may really bring us down. 
 
This morning was one such morning when I woke up not feeling at ease. Believe me, when we are not at ease, nothing around us is at ease. Small issues appear far bigger than they are and everything is just more challenging and convoluted than it usually is. While on usual days multi-tasking is a breeze, on days like this, there cannot be a bigger burden. Handling home, hospital, surgeries, patients and kids at the same time can drive one to the verge of insanity. However, like most of us, today I also did not have much choice but to just grit my teeth and somehow get through the day.
 
Lost in my own thoughts, as I entered home this evening, there it was…. A beautiful red flower kept on the table. I was greeted with a big hug by my five years old son. He gifted the flower to me, said “I love you mumma” and ran off to play. This has been our secret ritual for as long as I can remember. Every evening, he brings a flower for me and tells me that he loves me the most.
 
I guess, today this was just what I needed. It helped me to bring back the much needed perspective in my life. It reminded me that love is of utmost importance in our lives. Love makes us stronger to deal with everything else that life has in store for us. Life is not easy and all of us are struggling in some way or the other. What we need to remember is that while each of us is served with our share of problems, we are also given blessings in the form of people who love us. They are the ones who make life worth living for. They are the ones who make it worth fighting for. They are also the ones who make us realize that there is more positive in this world than negative can ever be.
 
On some days, we just have to look a bit harder.

AGE IS JUST A NUMBER

By- Dr. Aparna Govil Bhasker

I am a Mumbai girl and nothing defines Mumbai better than its local trains. Over the last few months, I have gradually shifted to using local trains a lot more than my car, which to be honest is more of a burden than convenience, in this over crowded city. Trains are undoubtedly faster when one has to get to multiple hospitals in a single day. Deep down I also feel happy about indirectly reducing my overall carbon footprint and doing my bit for the future generation.

Local train journeys in Mumbai can be quite entertaining and I have come to enjoy them mostly. (Except for the times when one may get crushed to near death!) Very often there are small time vendors selling their goods to the passengers. On one such day, I observed an old lady who walked with the support of a stick. She was extremely frail and bent over. Her head kept shaking with the slightest of movement. She must be in her eighties nearing ninety for sure. As I saw her boarding the train, I thought of getting up and giving her my seat. However, I was in for a pleasant surprise. As she entered the train compartment, she stabilized herself on her stick and took out a dozen colourful bracelets from a worn out bag to sell to the passengers. Now, I am not very fond of jewellary but that day, I felt compelled to buy that bracelet. I paid ten rupees and kept it in my bag, knowing fully well that I will never wear it.

A few days later, I saw her again. Bent over her stick, with her head shaking all the time, there she was. Once again, I felt compelled to buy one of the bracelets. The third time this happened, I saw a glint of recognition in her eyes and a tiny hint of a smile. As she glanced at my empty wrists, none of us needed to say anything.

It has been 3 months since I saw her last. Every time I am in that train, my eyes look for her. I wonder if she is well, as I have no way of knowing her whereabouts.

However, the bracelet has found its permanent place as it lies in my bag. I am not superstitious but it is my lucky charm. A charm that reminds me that age is just a number and it is always possible to earn a respectable living till our last breath. Every time I open my bag, the shiny bracelet looks up at me and inspires me to go on, to work hard and to live life to its best potential. And one day, when I close my eyes forever, I will lie there peacefully knowing that I gave it my best, always.

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THE GIRL IN THE HIJAB

“THE GIRL IN THE HIJAB”

By- Dr. Aparna Govil Bhasker

It was midnight as I stepped out of Mumbai airport. I had had a busy week at work. This was a week that pulled me down in many ways. Certain incidents in the week kept me wondering about the lot of women in our country. How women not only fail to question certain norms, but feel compelled to conform to outdated traditional values even if it comes at a heavey price that they may have to pay.

It was midnight and I desperately wanted to get home at the earliest and get some rest. At the prepaid taxi counter I was informed that I will be getting a “woman driven cab”. As I stepped out to find the cab, I was pleasantly surprised to see this young girl in Jean’s and shirt and a hijab that covered her head. She greeted me with a warm smile and we started our journey together. “Mam, I am not very familiar with the roads of Mumbai, please do guide me”.

At 12.30 am in the night, I was being driven home by a girl in a hijab who was crazy about driving cars and was completely okay with driving around the city alone, in the dark hours of the night without a care. I asked her if her family was okay with her work and she just said that, it didn’t really matter… she just loved to drive.

Normally when I sit in a cab, first thing I do is to ask the cabby to switch off the music. But, yesterday, while I felt emotionally depleted, her energy was infectious and it changed something inside me. I needed a sign to tell me that all is not wrong with this world and there is a lot to be hopeful for. She loved Bollywood music. We kept the music on and chatted along the way. At the end of the journey, I told her that I was proud of her for being so brave and a million dollar smile lit up her face.

It lifted my spirits as I realized that women across the world are breaking barriers one step at a time. The journey is long and the destination very far, but it is heartening to meet such lovely women for whom breaking barriers comes naturally. They make us hope that all is not wrong with the world and it indeed is going to be a better place in future. May their tribe grow.

I guess inspiration is all around us, we just need to open our eyes and hearts to find it.

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