Dr. Anil Kumar Agarwal

I read about Nana Chudasama on that he is a popular personality in Mumbai because of his work though he is not well known in Delhi. I salute him as he wrote against emergency at that period of disaster. It is a great thing if you are able to say some thing big in minimum words. Actually these few words are the soul of a big story. Such brave and intelligent people are the real back bone of any country. We should feel proud of these personalities and pay them due regard that they deserve.  One more thing I want to add here, we should try to oppose all those things which are not compatible to our culture and society. The word emergency has become a trademark of 25^th June so it shouldn’t be used for any other purpose in future.

A man was arrested for selling drug that makes a man young. He was cheating people through his claim. He was inquired thoroughly but he stood up to his words. After checking his old record the police found that he was caught up in the same crime in 1886, 1918 and 1999 also.

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Two friends met after many years and were talking about their old days. During talk one asked another about his girl friend, Sonia.

He said she got married to a business-man and settled in America. His friend asked, ‘Why did you not get married to her? Did she refuse your proposal?’

He said, ‘No, she did not refuse it. There was not one reason of it but three – my wife and my two children.’

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He said, ‘When I see you, my heart beat increases, my brain gets empty and throat keeps drying. I don’t get sleep till late at night….’

She said, ‘Oh God! You should get your treatment from a good doctor before our marriage.’

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A man aged forty went to a Pundit and said, ‘When will I get married?’

The pundit said, after seeing his palm, ‘There is no chance of your marriage for another twenty years and no need marrying after that.’

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A burglar stopped a man at gun point on a deserted road at midnight and said, ‘What ever you have, hand it over to me.’

The man said, crying, ‘Brother, please be considerate. I have nothing and am very poor too. I am in a pitiable condition due to price rise.’

The burglar said, ‘Don’t tell me. I know every thing about price rise. It is the reason that I have been unable to buy a bullet to load my gun for two weeks.’

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Why conch is blown? Does its sound cause some special effect on human health? Atharveda says its echo destroys devils. Yajurveda says its resonance affects enemy negatively in war. It is said a person uses it during prayer, his sins are destroyed and he feels pleasure with God Vishnu. All religious rituals may be correct scientifically; Scientists believe that the sun rays are hurdle in the progress of sound so that conch is blown before sun rise and after sun set when the sun rays are very weak. When conch is blown, the harmful germs like bacteria and viruses etc. that live in the area where its sound reaches, are fainted and destroyed. A man’s dumbness or stammering might be corrected with the sound of conch. A man who blows conch may get immunity against asthma and other lung diseases. Its regular jingle helps in keeping environment pollution free.

It is also seen that water kept in conch is sprayed on devotees after prayer. Sulphur, Phosphorus and Calcium are present in conch excess in quantity. If Conch’s water is sprayed on anything, it becomes germs free and pure. If its water is taken by a pregnant woman her child’s voice will be modest.

When Santa was drowning in a river, a fish came near him and was caught. He threw it out of the water saying, “I am drowning but you save your life.”

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Some dacoits broke open a door and entered into a house where an old couple lived. A dacoit pointed his gun at an old lady and asked her name. She replied her name is Savitri. The dacoit said, ‘I can’t kill you as my mother’s name is also Savitri.’ Now the dacoit pointed his gun towards the old man and also asked his name. The old man answered that his name is Kali Charan but people also call him Savitri in love.

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Once Santa went to appear in an interview and was asked his name. He said his name is Santa. The interviewer asked his fathers name.

Santa: can you give some options?

The interviewer: Bhagat Singh, Dilawar Khan, Mohan Kumar, Naresh Kumar.

Santa: Fifty- Fifty, please.

The interviewer: Mohan Kumar, Dilawar Khan.

Santa: Audience vote please.

Dilawar Kahan- 75%, Mohan Kumar- 25%.

Santa: Phone a friend. ‘To whom you want to phone,’ The Int. said.

Santa: My father – Dilawar Singh.

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Once a young man went to his father and said, weeping, ‘I got a big loss because of you. I opened an account in a bank at your suggestion. Now the bank itself is in trouble.’

The father said, amazingly, ‘How is it possible. It is one of the big banks in the world. You certainly have some misunderstanding.’

The son said confidently, ‘No, not at all! I sent a cheque worth of Rs. One million but it returned with a note – insufficient funds.’

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I felt good to read that Indonesia is a country where Lord Ganesha’s picture is printed on the state currency. I want to thank you that you have shown the picture of that currency note worth of 20,000. The picture enhances the value of the facts. The share of Hindu’s population is merely 2 per cent in the country. The statues of the characters of Mahabharata and Ramayana are also there. The word Indonesia is originated from Indus that word i has also relations with the word ‘Hindu’.

India was partially or sometimes fully ruled and influenced by invaders for about one thousand years even then India could succeed in saving its cultural and religious heritage. At the time of independence, India was declared democratic and secular country but any how Hindus couldn’t regain their dignity till now in India.

Phytolacca is a homeopathic remedy but there are two different medicines with the same first name viz. Phytolacca Decandara and Phytolacca Berry. I want to write some thing about Phytolacca Decandara so in the following paragraph if I use only one word Phytolacca it means I am saying something about Phytolacca Decandara. This is a medicine which has marked action on the glands like tonsils and mammary gland. Tonsils are swollen, red and painful. There is pin pointed pus appearing on the surface of the tonsils which coalesce latter on and forms the white patches. Pain radiates to ears either one side or both. That time the patient feels sore aching feeling in the body and has desire to move for relief but movement causes him aggravation. So that it comes between Bryonia and Rhus Tox.

The mammae are painful, swollen, red and the patient is unable to hold its weight so mammae need some support. It happens just after confinement or otherwise too. Pain radiates all over the body or in the back when she nurses the child.

There is irresistible desire to grind teeth and gums particularly during dentition.  This is a marked symptom of Phytolacca. This is a small description of it when it is indicated it does wonders.

Talk of three friends:

First: Once, I kicked a football it went up to 100 meters.

Second: When I kicked a football it fell on tenth story of a building.

Third: These instances are nothing. Once I also kicked a football but it disappeared in to the sky. After some days it fell on the earth attached a slip with it and a message was on the slip, ‘If your football again comes to our moon we wouldn’t return it.’

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In a court, a judge said, ‘The state lawyer bribed me Fifty Thousand Rupees and the other side advocate sent me Rupees Sixty Thousand. I am returning the advocate Rupees Ten Thousand so that I would give them justice honestly.’

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A board was hanging with a message in a soap manufacturing factory. The message was this – Smoking is prohibited here. Beside the factory, there was a cigarette manufacturing factory. Having come to know about the board message there, the cigarette company owner also put a board in his factory with a message. The message was like this – Washing hand with soap is not allowed here.

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‘From where you got this monkey,’ a man asked another one.

He said, ‘I got it from jungle lying there dull. I took it so that it is with me since then.’ The first man suggested him to take it to zoo.

Next day when both met; the man said, ‘Yesterday I took him to zoo and it felt happy there so today, I am planning to take it to cinema hall.’

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A saint lived in the hills of Korea, it is an old story. Many people came to him to get some advices because they knew that the saint was not only quite intelligent but also full of wisdom. He was an expert of magic too. One day, a lady came to him and requested to help her to get back the affection and love of her husband. She said, ‘He loved a lot and also took care of me before going to a war. When he returned from the war after three years he was altogether a different one. Now he lives alone and quiet.’

The saint said, ‘It happened with him due to war.’

‘Every body says you prepare such a medicine which can arouse love and affection in a person who takes it,’ the lady said.

‘Yes,’ the saint said, ‘I can prepare such medicine but one important ingredient of that medicine is not available with me.’

‘What is the name of that ingredient,’ the lady asked. He said, ‘It is a hair of the moustaches of a lion.’ The lady went back promising to bring that. Next day, she went to a jungle in search of a lion and in the end it was seen. Seeing a lady the lion roared and the lady after being frightened came back home.

Next day, she again went there. Seeing her, the lion roared at her and she came back home. The same happened every day; the lion saw the lady and roared. But after some days, the lion stopped roaring at the lady as her presence was normal to it.

After that, she started taking some food for the lion. Some months had passed and it had mixed up with her. The moment she reached there it also came near her to take food.

One day the lady patted its back fearfully. After some times she began to touch and rub its neck as well as face too. One day, she plucked a hair of its moustaches cleverly and soon reached at the saint. She exclaimed with joy and said that she had got it at last.

‘Very good,’ the saint replied. The saint took the hair from her and threw it in to the fire.

‘What…have you done it?’ the lady retorted, stunned, ‘You promised me to make the magical remedy.’

‘You don’t require that magical drug now,’ the saint said, ‘you tell me how you won the affection of the lion— with patience and politeness. Isn’t it? Now, tell me, may a man even be inferior to a beast. Go and win the heart of your husband as you have won the confidence of the lion.’

She analyzed the words of the saint while going back home. With her patience and mildness she won her husbands love and affection and lived happily for ever.

One day a patient came to my office for treatment. A man who was a social worker and  friend of the patient accompanied him. The social worker knew something about naturopathy; he told me that cow’s urine has a power to cure diabetes. He emphasized on it so impressively that I also got some interest in his statement so I thought it can be tried on some diabetic patient but I couldn’t gather courage to advise it to any patient. The thought was still in my mind when I saw news in a news paper that cow’s water is being patented in America by some Indian organization and it was patented. Now I got another inspiration to experiment on it. Even then I was not daring to suggest to my any patient to take it as a medicine.

Mira a mild diabetic patient is not keen to take any medicine for diabetes as she has some whims that it can be prevented with ‘Yoga’ and walking. One day I advised her to take Cow’s water for diabetes. She said she can’t take it as just hearing this name may induce her vomiting. After that I didn’t persuade her again to take it.

One day I got my blood sugar tested myself. I tested it empty stomach and found mildly raised. When blood sugar is mildly raised you can try every thing to control it. So I thought I may take cow’s water to control this slightly raised blood sugar level. The thought kept creeping in my mind but was not implemented for several days. Gathering all my courage I told Vaibhav to buy cow’s water from a pharmacy. He said he would bring it up from the market. Next day he handed me over some drug used in diabetes. Seeing those pills I was annoyed with him as he didn’t fulfill my desire. He couldn’t understand why I was indignant.

Next day I bought it myself from a pharmacy and enquired about its dose from a physician who was sitting in the pharmacy. Today in the morning, I took a dose of it mixing in water as per the physician’s direction. Taking it I went to meet my  friends and came back home after one hour but still I had some strange sensation more in my mouth and stomach rather than in mind. I ordered my cook to make a cup of tea for me. I thought tea drinking might change my sensation but it didn’t help me. Even after passing seven hours I have the same sensation in my mouth, stomach and mind though I know it is not present in my stomach. Now I have no courage to take its second dose even if it could cure my diabetes.

PS: when you think some thing is ugly you can’t take it whether it is precious for you or not. There are so many things which you use as a food or medicine. If you know about their source of raw material and procedure of preparation you wouldn’t have them.

My father’s dead body was kept on the earth with head at north side. His friends, relatives and neighbors were sitting there. Their faces had sad looking expression; seeing these expressions, I was feeling that there were mask on their faces.

For a fraction of second, I felt darkness everywhere in the broad day light. All of a sudden I started thinking that the one who has gone will not come back so why I should spread my melancholy on others.

I was standing near my father’s dead body watching my uncle who was making a list of material to be used in cremation like ghee, perfume, sweets, sugar and sandal wood etc… My nephew, sister’s son has gone to take wood ladder. The body which is dead today and was alive yesterday will be tied on it. Thinking of it I began to weep noisily. My elder sister came there and started consoling me but she also began to cry.

My uncle was sitting near the dead and saying, ‘My brother has suffered a lot in last three months. I am sad on his departure from the earth but also feel satisfied as he got rid of his suffering.’ Hearing it I was shocked; he had said the same some years back when my mother died. Suddenly I remembered my mother. Now I was totally alone like my father felt lonely after my mother’s death. My hard hearted father hid his grief beautifully but I felt his morose many times and his changed angry nature. He had compromised with the present situations.

After my mother’s cremation, I obliged my father to go with me to Kanpur but he refused my offer. I returned to Kanpur with the sad heart. Sometimes he visited me at Kanpur and stayed there for 8-10 days; same way he went to my sister’s house at Jonepur but never stayed there for a longer period. When he was at home he used to go to temple for two – three hours and came back in a room where my mother had taken her last breath. Occasionally I or my sister came to his house and stayed there 8-10 days.

Three months ago, he was coming out of the bath room when he slipped which caused him fracture in a bone. Getting the information I immediately arrived at home. Only I know how I passed five hours in the train during the journey. My sister also had arrived there just before me. Immediately I got his x-ray done and the bone fracture was revealed. The doctor has given him traction treatment. Soon the symptom of recovery was shown and we had hope of his recovery.

All of a sudden he got diarrhea but it was not being relieved with the treatment but his weakness was increasing. Possibly he got some intuition of his death so he called me up four days before his death and said, ‘My life is short now so I will take water of Ganges and ‘Tulsi’ whenever I feel thirst.’  I thought it was his delusion even then I obeyed his order.

Next day, my father’s friend Sharma Ji came from Paryag. He sat near my father and started consoling me. He told me that I shouldn’t be worried as my father would soon be well. Sitting some times there Sharma Ji went home. I began to read ‘Sunder Kand Path’ as per my father’s wish. I saw him lying drowsily on the bed so I stopped reading the book. After some time he demanded water by touching my shoulder as he was unable to speak. He took two sips of water and lay down. I felt some thing wrong so called my uncle. My uncle came hurriedly; my father opened his eyes and told my uncle by gesture to lie him down on the earth. I and my uncle lay my father on the earth. The moment we lay him on the earth my father took his last breath.

My sister and her husband went to a temple when my father died. Seeing him dead my sister began to weep. I was also sobbing. Seeing us weeping, Sharma Ji said, ‘Son, this is not the time to weep as the departed soul will feel pain. Your father has completed his life and this is only his dead body. His soul will get new body. This dead body will be cremated with rituals. This is a last truth. The one who comes on the earth will have to go from here one day so there is no use to weep. Keep patience and make arrangement for the cremation.’

After cremation, nothing was left except some memories and a piece of paper issued by the municipal corporation that is called ‘death certificate’. This story was taken from the magazine of ‘Palika Bazar’ written by Gopal Ji.