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Toilet for Babli - A cry to end open defecation in India [poem]

Open defecation has been a long standing problem in India with its ever expanding population. WHO's 2014 report on "progress on Drinking water and sanitation 2014 (click here) says over a billion people defecate openly, and India is the country with the highest population of people defecating openly (597 million ). Even today railway tracks and bushes remain the commonest place for many who openly defecate.

Open defecation is going on in our country since ages, cause of poor drainage / sewage systems in villages, lack of funds to provide lavatories and ideologies/mindset of the people who defecate openly. Defecating openly has also been a leading cause for the spread of enteric fever (typhoid), malaria, hepatitis and other infectious diseases. A large number of children have fallen prey to these infections as open defecation becomes a breeding ground for insect to multiply rapidly. In villages it is very difficult for women to defecate in public, and they end up waiting till dark to find a safe place to defecate.

Having closed toilets/ lavatories would be an ideal solution to these, but it shouldn't only stop here, if the collections are not discarded properly they can spread endemics, hence proper drainage channels or deep pits would be a right choice. Its high time we decide to act against this and save the future of our county

So, to be a part of this social cause and to put an end open defecation in India, I have written this poem (below) in my own poetic style....

Surrogacy refers to having another woman for a couple who can't have a child. Its something like ducks lay, but don't hatch, rather depend on hens, who hatch it for them. History dates back to 1870's when surrogacy was practiced in China. Whats funny to see is the fact that the Chinese first started surrogacy and later in 2009 put a ban on Surrogacy. There have been many controversies around surrogacy - firstly, the ethical issue for a woman to raise someone else's child, then comes religious issues, while other controversies include fetus complications, which might need abortion- and the surrogate mother might oppose the abortion.. But now it has become more or less like a trade, where couple hire a woman to bear a child for them, and pay her handful to shut her mouth for lifetime . Recently some celebrities have been dragged into controversies for adopting surrogacy, for their wives didn't wanna spend time for their gestation. Only a few countries in the world like India, US, Georgia, Ukraine and Thailand- where a woman can be legally paid to carry another's child. Here, I take an opportunity to write a fictional poem based on the life story of a woman who takes up the responsibilities of surrogacy from a coupld who escape pregnancy cause of a busy schedule ...

After prolongation of her first gestation,

and battling her eclampsia complication,

she delivered a celestial present,

in the form of a beautiful infant.

Euthanasia [ MERCY KILLING ]

Before I start this poem, I would wanna add a quote said by Martin Luther King --> " No one is truly free to live, until one is free to die"

Euthanasia
source: http://goo.gl/gKp9l

There I see him lay, awake and still,
Tacit and secluded, staring at window sill.
Impassive for years, with an Illness,
Which never decided to leave his body axis.
His Drugs were out of action,
Unplayable expenses was a caution.
His cries and mourn were rife ,
Pleading and attempting to end his life.

Soon, There was a meeting,
To euthanize him, was the magisterial granting.
Sending him to his death bed,
with a dreamless sleep that lulls the dead.
The duty was rendered to me,
My soul wasn't ready to agree.
Abashed, if this was the right option here,
For a life was ought to disappear.

Walking back home through the boulevard,
I realized some child cry hard.
With etched fear, I decided to see,
What it could actually be.
Peeping through the air vent,
Being able to see to a small distant.
I noticed a girl(barely teen), and a fat man,
Who was likely to be her headman.

I couldn't forget the face of that angelic girl,
Tear filled eyes, yet it silently glittered like pearl.
Hiding there,nothing much I could do,
But empathize, as her master hit her black and blue.
Cries of hunger and pain as she braved through the daylight,
Unable to stop the dirty men, who pounded and raped her every night.
Her innocent heart cried for survival,
For there was no way she could escape from this brothel.

Loud screams and mourns shatter my every night sleep,
Just when my dreams begin going deep.
To the other side of the wall,
A drunken neighbor, strong and tall.
Abusing, smacking and pelting anger on his wife,
Unable to bear the pain, she cries for her life.
She begs him to stop, she literally pleads,
The louder she pleads, the harder she bleeds.
Those cries get louder and louder with each blow,
I'm wondering why's he torturing her so ?
She's mostly locked behind the door,
Always forced to stay indoor.

One tired night, I managed sleeping with ease,
Assuming the couple have settled for peace.
Morning comes and a gathering crowd wakes me up,
Hearing her death news, I start getting hiccup.
She ended her life, committing suicide,
For she couldn't enjoy life as a bride.
I had tears seeing her emaciated and disturbed kids,
who remained mum, like mouth shut with lids.
This is cause, they have seen her suffer,
and her wound become bigger and bigger.
I leave, asking God to protect her tortured soul,
Allow her to reach heaven, an ultimate goal

Domestic violence, Domestic violence till when?
Why do these men show their anger on poor women?
If drinking alcohol is the reason,
Some major action has to be taken.
For, domestic violence hurts and kills,
Families and relationships, stop and stills.
I wish men stop the hitting,
Enjoy life calm and chilling.
For they can see their family smiling
And happiness spreading. . .!

This is a promotional video of Bell Bajao campaign - which is against domestic violence

--> Sulaiman Sait

FIGHT AGAINST CANCER

fight against cancer

This was my first case of the day,
After a long visit to native and stay.
Reading this case sheet, I entered the ward,
Saw a young girl pray to lord.
With a worry etched, deep in her face
I was lost for a while, standing in my place
Her reports were yet to come
Hours since they collected serum.

Weeks ago, everything seemed fine,
She was good and feeling sublime.
It was by accident,she found this lump
not too big, but quite a bump.
She had developed pallor,
Also there was rising fever.
Doubts of cancer raising in my mind
But decided to wait and find

Soon her reports arrived,
Bad news from the sample derived.
Never knew how to convey,
So I began looking away.
Is it fine, Is everything ok, caretaker yells,
Yes sir, just a battle between red & white cells.
With a quick walk, I went.
Her dad frowned, knowing what I'd meant

Later I explained about chemotherapy,
The only possible remedy.
Scans done,A malignant tumor it was indeed,
Growing at an unbelievable speed.
I start the first cycle, without any wait,
For her life was now her fate.
Her therapy would go on for a few week cycles.
She was back month later, unable to face the battles.

I cant believe, its the 21st century,
Almost everything has changed so swiftly.
But still, there remains a curse,
Making its effect being felt immense.
This is the curse of poverty,
With its sound loud and raspy.

I cant believe, people struggling to strive,
Really unable to thrive.
Children and men who exchange sweat for some price,
But end up fainting, dreaming a mouth full of rice.
This is the curse of poverty,
With its sound loud and raspy.

I cant believe, seeing a beggar search warmth on a cold night,
Braving with a shawl under the moonlight.
There are millions, who live like this on street,
Strolling here and there, to find something to eat.
This is the curse of poverty,
With its sound loud and raspy.

I cant believe, a defeated mother poisoning her children,
just because poverty was her burden,
I see many of them living with major health ailment,
with sick and dying children, unable to buy treatment.
This is the curse of poverty,
With its sound loud and raspy.

I feel for the mother,who bares the labor pain,yet excited,
Her happiness, she spreads, out sprouted.
But, when she tells the daddy,
The Brutus, the baddy, remained angry.
For this news made him hate his wedlock,
Raising the coming girl, to him- worst than a firelock.
He didn't want a baby girl, wanted the fetus to die
Mommy was tensed, left lone, began to cry.

WORLD BLOOD DONATION DAY-JUNE 14th

WHY SHOULD I DONATE BLOOD...?

We all know that there is no life without blood in our body and blood is the main carrier of oxygen to various parts of the body, in short blood means life. Every second, somewhere or the other there is a need of blood. It is most commonly needed during surgeries.
At times there are circumstances where the compatible blood group might not be found cause of its rarity, hence there are blood banks which function almost 24x7 and provide the required blood group. But, have we ever thought about what if blood at the blood bank is over or the particular blood group isn't available ..?
I personally feel its is our righteous duty that we donate blood. A person who donates blood is called as blood donor and there are some criteria's that have to be followed to get blood from the donor. Blood donation is generally a voluntarily done process with the interest of the donor. One cannot be forced to donate blood.

HOW SAFE IS IT TO DONATE BLOOD...?

Its 100 percent safe to donate blood, but the donor has to see to that fresh or sterilized needles are used every time he/she donates blood

WHAT HAPPENS TO THE BLOOD I DONATE...?

The blood that is donated is generally mixed with an anti coagulant and is kept at blood banks where they are preserved till there is a need for it. When the blood is to be given to the recipient the anticoagulant is generally separated, checked again and sent to the required recipient.

I WANT TO DONATE BLOOD, WHAT ARE THE CRITERIA'S FOR IT...?

There are some criteria's that are seen for a donor to donate blood:-

-> The donor should be above the age of 18

-> The donor should not have weakness in the body

-> The donor should have a weight more than 50kgs
-> The donor should have his haemoglobin levels greater than 12.5g/dL

-> The donor should not be infected with HIV nor Hepatitis B

-> The donor should not have any infectious diseases

-> The donor should have last donated blood at least 60 days back

-> The donor should not be anemic.

-> The donor should not have consumed alcohol in the last 24 hrs
-> The donor should not be on any drug therapy
-> The donor should not have got any body piercing or tattoo done in the last 1yr
-> The donor shouldn't have undergone any dental procedures in the last 3 months

WILL THERE BE ANY WEAKNESS ONCE I DONATE BLOOD...?

There will be no weakness once you have donated blood. There are some organs such as spleen(which stores about 350-400ml of blood for emergencies) and other lymphoid tissues which join together for blood regeneration and hence no sort of weakness can be felt, but some feel giddiness, which might be due to weakness in the body(note: blood donation doesn't give weakness)

FIGHT AGAINST POLIO

NOTE:- ALL THE NAMES USED HERE HAVE BEEN CHANGED JUST TO HIDE THE IDENTITY OF THE PERSON

I was on my way towards home after a really hectic schedule at college and was on with my music as usual. suddenly there was a small bang sound behind me... It was a physically challenged person around his 30's who was in this tricycle and met with an accident along an auto-rickshaw which was speeding, it was a hit and run case.
All I could do as a student studying medicine was to take the next coming auto and rush the patient to the nearby hospital which was not really far away, I also was asked to donate blood, and I never refused.
I met the doctors and spoke to them and then called Lajath's (knew his name later) wife. She was there by quarter past7 and then I left them and went back towards home.
A couple of days later(monday) on my way back I made up some time and visited Lajath along with a basket of fruits and a bottle of energy malt drink. He was happy to see me and his wife who was sewing some dress made some place for me to sit. Lajath was happy to see me and was asking about me.
Later I took out a note pad and was noting the name of the medicines which he was taking, and was shocked to know that he was taking a medicine to improve the quality of his life as he was down with polio.
I just looked at him and asked him-DIDN'T YOU HAVE THOSE TWO DROPS OF LIFE(DO BOONDH ZINDAGI KI)

...? To which he gave me a shocking reply back with tears in his eyes
Lajath said:- My dad never found time to take me as he was ever tight with alcohol and would be blotted in it. Because of him I even lost my mother and lost everything we had, He made us popper. We were down staying on the road for years till I got something from my in laws and have got a better job to keep myself and my family in a roof.
I was left mute and speechless with my arrector pili making my skin hairs stand, I just had a numb eye with sorrows in my heart. I took over the prescription and went down to the pharmacy, got the required drugs and handed over and left

I felt helpless and was cursing the parents who never cared about their children, Who lived for self and never spent time for the life of their children. They are responsible for their own children's difficult straits, by making them a victim to polio-virus which invades and paralyzes the nervous system.