Somewhere on the banks of the River Parvati, in Himachal Pradesh, is the small town of Manikaran. It is said that Lord Shiva and Devi Parvati spent their time meditating here more than 11,000 years ago. Once when Lord Shiva and Devi Parvati were spending time here, Parvati apparently lost one of her earrings. She was extremely upset and asked Lord Shiva to find it for her. Lord Shiva in a fit of rage, performed the Cosmic Tandav Nritya or Dance. The Serpent God, Shesh Naag finally appeared before the Lord and humbly returned the earring and henceforth, the hot springs of Manikaran emerged. It is said that before the 1904 earthquake in this region, there were various jewels strewn up along with the hot springs.
Hot Springs on the banks of River Parvati
Rich in Uranium and Sulphur, these hotsprings apparently bring relief to many ailments and has been a major hub for natural healing of various chronic diseases. This little township in Parvati Valley derived its name from the story of the lost earring of Devi Parvati. ( Mani means jewel and Karan means ear).
The place is also dotted with temples of Lord Shiva, Lord Rama, Shri Vishnu, Naina Devi and of course the Manikaran Sahib Gurudwara. A confluence of Faiths, this little town, nestled amidst the Himalayas, is a reminder of the peaceful coexistence of different religions and is a highly revered consecrated space.
A view of the Gurdwara at Manikaran
Many centuries ago, Guru Nanak and his disciple Mardana came to Manikaran. Hungry and tired with nothing to eat, they collected flour from the villagers to make chapatis or flat bread. Mardana began making the chapatis, but there was no place to cook. Guru Nanak , then lifted one of the stone slabs and a hot spring emerged. The Guru asked his disciple to cook chapatis in the hot spring. But unfortunately, they started sinking in the water. Guru Nanak then asked Mardana to make the first offering to God, and thereafter, all the chapatis were cooked!
It is said that there is never a shortage of food for all the pilgrms who arrive at this sacred spot. The Gurudwara serves its hot meals round the clock to all devotees who reach it’s doors.
The Sacred Meal or Langar, served to all devotees alike at the Gurudwara
A visit to Manikaran truly fills the heart and it’s fascinating legends leaves one yearning for more. A melting pot of various Faiths , this little known township in the Parvati Valley of Himachal Pradesh keeps the ember of belief alive.
Everything that happens is for a reason. Often we may not understand it at that point of time. But eventually, when we look back, we do get the answers.
As the curtains draw on yet another year, I can only feel grateful, thankful and blessed. Though I encountered one of my greatest losses in my life this year, yet I have come to terms with reality and acceptance of the inevitable. As I look back, the greatest void of my life occurred towards the end of this year. A part of me, my soul mate, my Cocker Spaniel , Rusty, all of 14 and a half years, crossed the Rainbow Bridge and graciously left his limited physical form, forever to become boundless, limitless and omnipresent everywhere. Rusty and I had a silent love affair over the years. I lived for him and he lived for me. There was no drama in this relationship, but just a quiet , subtle understanding of unconditional love between the two of us, without any expectations. Though he was generally in good health, I was aware that at this age , even the most trivial of triggers could become a major health event. My only wish was that when his time comes, I should be with him and he should be on my laps. And that is exactly how God decided to give him his final send off. Every end is but a new beginning. I no longer mourn his loss, but rather celebrate the life that he was. His omnipresence as my Guardian Angel now, is no longer a cause of separation, but a feeling of oneness with the whole.
My soul mate, Rusty
The journey this year has been an unraveling of magic around me. Nothing surprises me anymore though. The reason is that I know that it’s a part of the grand scheme of things, and the scenes are playing one after the other just as I had desired to create it. The more I begin to appreciate, the better is my understanding.
1st January 2022 started with seeking blessings from the Lord Ganesha at Agyathuri Temple with my two close friends , Kaberee and Babita. A beautiful drive therafter towards Hajo and a roadside picnic amidst nature was the perfect setting for new beginnings. January also saw our AMC Batch get together at Pobitora Wildlife Sanctuary where we soaked our spirits in the wilderness for three days. Dance, music, great food, picnic on the banks of Brahmaputra and a jungle safari once again cemented our life long friendship forever.
When batchmates from Medical School meet….at Pobitora Wildlife Sanctuary
Towards the later part of the month, we visited Manali where our son was staying. Kullu and Manali was something that I had always wanted to do, but had never happened. This winter was just the perfect fairy tale trip as we experienced a white winter wonderland in Manali with bouts of fresh snowfall during our stay. A visit to Hidimba Temple, Manu Temple, Old Manali, Vaishno Devi temple at Kullu, Gayatri Temple at Naggar, Roedrich’s home and museum, Naggar Castle, Manikaran, Solang Valley were few of the highlights of this fascinating trip. A snow trek on the road to Lamadugh was an experience of a lifetime.
Snow Trekking in Manali
The year 2022, also took me once again to Siliguri as an External Examiner, an experience that I often look forward to, as it gives me opportunity to stay in serene surroundings and also visit some beautiful places around, like Kurseong, Tindhariya and Rongtong. I also got a chance to make a quick trip to Shillong for a Conference where I was invited as a speaker. The next morning we took a trip to Laitlum Grand Canyon. Though I have been here many times, each visit displays a different kaleidoscope, as I remember how the clouds gently moved in, casting a magical veil over the majestic view leaving me spell bound.
The Majestic Laitlum Grand Canyon
Thereafter , in the month of May 2022, came the Calling. Yes, it was time for me to revisit Kedarnath Dham after 38 years. One of the most profound experiences was this journey with my 4 school friends to the abode of Lord Shiva to experience the ultimate union with the highest cosmic energies that I could have ever felt. The journey also took us through the holy banks of Ganga in Rishikesh, whose vibrations and subtle energies left us soaked in divine blissfulness.
Kedarnath…a journey of a lifetime, twice takenMeditative in the mountains
June, my birthday month, was a treat in Cherrapunjee with my husband and brother-in-law, who had come visiting us all the way from Kenosha, Wisconsin. Two days of sheer bliss amidst the abundance of Nature, playing magic all around me, and some wonderful company with a story teller , was all that I needed as birthday gift.
On the road to Cherrapunjee
Soon after, I got a calling this time from the Lord Jagannath in Puri. It was a conference in Bhubaneshwar which took me to Odisha, where I was invited as a guest speaker. The timing of my visit coincided with the famous Rath Yatra, where the Lord with His brother and sister, visit their Aunt at the Gundicha temple in Puri. So it was only natural for me to visit Puri after the conference and soak myself once again in sublime blissfulness. The power of these consecrated spaces is beyond description. This particular trip also gave me the opportunity to visit the Lingaraj Temple in Bhubaneshwar, Udaygiri, Kandhagiri and of course the Sun Temple at Konark . I couldn’t have asked for more. The Odisha trip would not be complete without a trip to the famous Chilka Lake, and to watch the River Dolphins in the middle of the Sea. These amazing creations of Nature truly leave me in wonder.
Lingaraj Temple, BhubaneswarSun Temple, Konark
Thereafter, in July itself was a quick trip to Chennai. One full week of total unwinding and relaxation by the sea, was enough to rejuvenate and recharge me. Being an ocean person , the majestic sea is my elixir of life. The therapeutic effect it can have on my physical, mental , emotional and energy levels is significantly profound and deep.
The therapeutic benefits of the Ocean
The later part of the year took me to Namsai in Arunachal Pradesh , another hidden paradise of our country. A haven of Peace and tranquility, with Zen gardens and water bodies, Namsai also hosts the largest Buddha Statue made of bamboo located at its meditation centre. The architecture here is in quintessential Burmese style and the Golden pagoda has a distinctive touch of South East Asian buddhist architecture. Built by over 300 architects and skilled masons from Myanmar, it is endowed with Buddhist relics from India, Thailand and Myanmar. Here it is the language of Silence that is spoken. The Water element is a powerful energy force that is worshipped here.
Namsai
In November, it was my proud privilege to attend the historic Platinum Jubilee celebrations of my Alma mater, Assam Medical College. It was indeed a surreal experience to be a part of this iconic moment. It has indeed been an incredible journey for each one of us, and we owe it to our alma mater for nurturing us with scientific wisdom and a compassionate heart. We are what we are, because of the foundations that took its roots in this very Institution. The grand Platinum Jubilee celebrations which saw the presence of thousands of alumni from all across the globe, was the most befitting way to salute our glorious Institution.
The Batch of 1984, Assam Medical College
Come December, and its time to draw the curtains on the year 2022. The Year End Review on Lung Cancer was held in Mumbai and I was humbled to be invited as a Guest Speaker/Panelist and share knowledge amidst a host of illustrious luminaries and experts. It was also an opportunity to capture a slice of Mumbai once again , as this was a place where I had lived almost five decades ago and went to primary school too. An early morning walk on Juhu beach, a visit to ISKCON temple and the Mukteshwar temple, and an evening visit to Siddhi Vinayak Temple, Swami Narayan Temple and the Mahalaxmi temple all felt too good to be true. On the last evening, I chose to watch the sunset on Marine Drive, have a taste of Iranian Tea at Sassanian and a sandwich ice cream at the famous Rustam’s. A ride on the local train from Churchgate to Andheri was a perfect ending to a fulfilling trip.
St. Joseph Church captured at 5:30 AM.
We chose to spend a quiet Christmas and also my son’s birthday in faraway Tura, where the only sounds that one could hear are the chimes of the church bells, the chirping of the birds, the occasional bark of a dog, and somewhere, the melodious Christmas carols playing softly . Maybe we also needed some sort of a closure on Rusty, as we visited our family friend’s lovely home, from whom we had actually got Rusty 14 and half years ago. We met Rusty’s nephew, Leo, a frisky 5 month old pup, who shared very similar characteristics and traits just like Rusty. Spending a day with Leo, reminded us that it’s time to move on in life.
Leo….. and life goes on…..
It was a time to reflect, introspect and at the same time celebrate the beautiful memories that Rusty gave us, & the universal feelings of love, joy, compassion, peace, friendship, grace and forgiveness. I carry no baggage as I move on. And on this very note, as we are on the cusp of the unfolding of another new chapter, we choose to welcome the New Year 2023, embracing her with warmth and love. That is what humanity needs at this point. We must rise above our limited identitites, and understand the unifying laws of life, which do not have demarcations and boundaries.
On a personal note, I am grateful to have my family around me. Both my children who otherwise live faraway, have been able to come home on and off , and spend some quality time at home through the year. My own brother and sister could also visit us after many years, from Delhi, and we have been able to spend some good times together too.
On a professional note, I am glad to see my Department of Medical Oncology grow gradually from infancy, and render a much needed service to the cancer patients of the North East. From patient care, research, academics and teaching, we have evolved in all the dimensions in the past few years. It is extremely gratifying to know that patients are satisfied with the care that we provide. Despite the challenges, I am grateful that we are able to provide the standard of care as per international guidelines and protocols for all our cancer patients. It is truly uplifting to see that my junior was able to present his research paper done under my guidance at an international platform in Singapore at the ESMO Asia Congress 2022 . When work from North East India is recognized and projected internationally, it is a proud moment for us. We also were able to have an original research paper published in a reputed Oncology journal . Our Fellowship examination was also conducted successfully and satisfactorily. We believe in building our own human resources for the long term benefit of the state of Assam.
Department of Medical Oncology… “Caring for Cancer” with Visiting Professor Dr. Tapan Saikia
I couldn’t have asked for more from 2022, and am so thankful and grateful. My cup is full to the brim and overflowing. I look forward to embracing the New Year 2023 with open arms as I know that the only way ahead is forward. I believe in the power of my ability to carve and create my own destiny exactly the way I want, through my efforts. At the same time, I believe in the power of Divine Grace which can only enhance my abilities and align my desires with the forces that need to unite and intersect, so as to design and craft the life that I choose to create, in this cosmic drama. Each of us has this power bestowed upon us. Whether we choose to live in an auto-pilot mode, or decide to live consciously, is the question.
As Carl Jung had beautifully put it across- “What you are consciously creating is Destiny. What you are unconsciously creating is Fate. Until you make the unconscious conscious, it will direct your life and you will call it Fate.”
Life is but a chapter in a book. Chapter 2022 has come to a closure, but it is me, who still holds the pen to write Chapter 2023.
As Rusty watches over his dear family from his Doggy Heaven, I know that he is our Guardian Angel, protecting us from above, and shall always be a guiding light showing us the way forward. As we welcome and embrace the new beginnings in the new year 2023, may Peace be upon all.
Negotiating the city traffic on the eve of India’s 75 th Independence Day, I tune in the car radio to the local FM station and am bombarded by umpteen commercials each with the message of Azadi ka Amrit Mahotsav exhorting me to buy a product or exchange a product for a wonderful offer to celebrate the country’s Independence. Really? As if occasions like Valentine’s Day and Mother’s Day or traditional festivals like Durga Puja and Diwali were not sufficient to feed our consumerist desires, now Independence Day is also being turned into an occasion to buy more, binge more by every conceivable brand to celebrate what? Independence! Freedom!
That made me think – how free are we? When the sight of a policeman evokes more discomfort and fear than a sense of security – are we truly independent? When thoughts and ideas are better left unexpressed for fear of retribution and the responses they’ll generate – are we free? When as a woman I worry about my own and my daughter’s safety every day even today – are we truly free?
Undoubtedly India has made a lot of progress in the fields of technology, food security, healthcare, education, to name a few, in the years since Independence. But, somehow, I fear, in our pursuit of economic prosperity, we have lost our humanity and degenerated into an uncaring, unsympathetic, self serving mass of humanity.
As I drive through the city, everywhere there are vehicles of every kind driving past with flags of various sizes proudly fluttering atop the vehicles. A happy sight and a really positive thing that feelings of nationalism and patriotism are on display with so much enthusiasm. But it makes me wonder if loving something means that you have to hate something else. If I don’t hate anything, does it make me less loyal, less of a lover?
It isn’t very usual to expect to run into a statue of Mahatma Gandhi in the middle of the Prairies of Canada. But this is exactly what we encountered way back in the year 2004, when we, a team of 4 members along with a team leader, were a part of the Group Study Exchange program selected by Rotary International, to represent India at the Rotary District 5550 in Canada. As goodwill ambassadors and skilled professionals from India, we were expected to display high ethical and moral qualities, improve international understanding, promote friendship and goodwill and above all, exchange ideas with fellow professionals and gain first-hand knowledge about our vocation as practiced in another country
Team GSE from India at Rotary District 5550 in Canada, at the Winnipeg Legislative Assembly with the Premier of Manitoba, Gary Doer
A symbol of peace, unity, universal tolerance, non-violence, social harmony and equality, the Mahatma has touched the core of humanity far and wide. We were pleasantly surprised on the very first day of our tour through downtown Saskatoon, Saskatchewan, to come across this bust of Gandhiji. It was a moment of great pride for us as Indians, but our Canadian hosts were equally proud that such a great man who was from the faraway mystical land of India, was given an honor in their city, as a reminder to all those who pass by that “Non-Violence is a Universal Law Acting Under All Circumstances”.
Mahatma Gandhi’s bust was commissioned at the request of the Saskatoon India-Canada Cultural Association and was gifted by the Government of India to the people of Saskatoon. This bronze sculpture was installed in the year 2000, sculpted by the artist Ram Vanji Sutar, and represents Gandhiji’s philosophy of non-violence transcending all geographical boundaries.
With The Father of our Nation in the heart of the Canadian Prairies, at Saskatoon
As we stood for a moment to take picture in front of the bust of Gandhiji, in downtown Saskatoon, in the heart of the Canadian Prairies, each one of us was a proud Indian. It is moments like these that make our hearts swell with pride, that we belong to a Nation whose Father has taught us the core values of humanity.
When the desire for longing is strong, the calling will come. In my vision before I went, it was almost real, in reality it was like a surreal dream, and now, it is a living, palpable vibration that I carry along with me.
A Journey to Eternity
Words fall short, if one has to describe the individual experiences that Kedarnath brings. If one seeks it, one will experience it. I can say this with great clarity today, because this has been my second visit to this consecrated space. Thirty eight years ago, when I was a young teenager, I had accompanied my parents and trekked a distance of 16 kilometers, along with them through the lofty Himalayas, by the side of the river Mandakini from Gaurikund, the last motorable point, even today. In those days, I was never too attracted to temple visits, mostly because of the crowds and also the lack of cleanliness in such sacred spaces. Nevertheless, I was aware, that this abode of the Great Lord Shiva, high up in the mountains, must have something to it. What I do remember distinctly, was the majestic landscape, the beauty of the snow clad mountains, the narrow trekking trail, the river gurgling deep in the valley below, the sheer drop of the gorges, the Sadhus in deep meditation in the caves and the never ending stream of people making their way up , or returning after a satisfied Darshan. The ardous journey to reach this temple after eight long hours of trek had already exhausted all my energy, and the rest of the events including the Darshan happened mechanically for me.
Fast forward to 38 years later. We five school friends were already having restless feet, as the pandemic had kept our travel plans at bay. Then, one fine day, one of our friend informed us that the opening day of Kedarnath for 2022 was just announced and her husband who handles the chopper services for the Yatra asked if we were interested. Kedarnath Temple usually remains shut for 6 months as it is usually buried under heavy snow in winters. Almost instantly, all five of us just jumped into the plan , and thereafter there was no looking back. Although we were warned of a massive footfall with the opening of the Chhota Char Dham Yatra, we were optimistic that everything would fall perfectly into place. We had a vert tight schedule and it needed millions of variables to align accurately to make this event happen.
When the Calling comes…. there will be a way
Our first halt was in Rishikesh, and we took the golden opportunity to attend the evening Ganga Arti at Parmarth Niketan Ashram. With the setting sun on the backdrop of the statue of Lord Shiva, and the occasion of the birth anniversary of Guru Adi Shankaracharya, this evening was one of the most poignant times to remember. As the Arti reached its peak, the atmosphere was electrifying and we actively took part in it. With Swami Chidananda and Sadhviji’s presence, the stage was set for a most enchanting and memorable evening. As we floated the diyas on the River Ganga, our hearts were full. Dipping our feet on the River Ganges , as the river flows by, gave us an experience to be remembered.
An enchanting evening at Parmarth Niketan
Next morning we headed for Guptkashi , via Dev Prayag and Rudra Prayag, the base from where we were to board the chopper to fly to Kedarnath.
Dev Prayag….the confluence of Bhagirathi and River Alakananda to form the Holy Ganges
The Universe makes this amazing network of planning, which we often don’t notice or consider it to be just random events. But our friend’s husband was a major connection in this whole sequence of events that were to follow and eventually culminate in our Darshan at Kedarnath. I cannot be more grateful and thankful for this connection which made our entire journey so smooth and fulfilling. Despite the rain Gods playing hide and seek, we eventually boarded the chopper to experience one of the most thrilling and exhilarating journeys I have ever taken. Through the mountains, valleys and gorges, we finally touched down at the Sacred land of Lord Shiva. As we stepped out amidst the lofty snow peaked mountains, the atmosphere was nothing short of heaven. I don’t know what heaven is, but if my imagination was to be matched , then this was just a perfect fit. The vibration , the energies and the air we were breathing, cannot be described in mere words. Divinity touched upon us and we were in His Divine Grace.
The Temple
The first Aarti of the season took place that same evening at Kedarnath, and we were mesmerized in the truly electrifying atmosphere. We were in the same place where Lord Shiva and Goddess Parvati would come and meet their devotees thousands of years ago. This was also the place where the Pandavas came to offer their penance, after the death and destruction that the Kurukshetra war brought upon. Twelve hundred years ago , Adi Shankaracharya came all the way from Kaladi in Kerala, on foot to find his meditative spot in this very place in the abode of Lord Shiva. He is said to have gained MahaSamadhi in this very place. The significance of Kedarnath holds an important position in Hinduism , as this is one of the 12 Jyotirlingas and considered to be the most significant one. With such a rich Divine presence, and the millions of devotees who throng this place each year, despite enduring treacherous hardships, the power of this space can only be experienced as a highly energetic place transcending all the boundaries of the material world. This journey is a test of human endurance, as children, the elderly, the sick and the frail , make their way to Kedarnath crossing all the hurdles of inclement weather, difficult pathways and long travel time, only to experience the power of Mahadeva, the formless unmanifested Absolute.
To be in that Space
In fact the material world, under the veil of Maya or Illusion, seemed like an insignificant speck from where I was. There was immense clarity and a sense of Realization of ourselves as being manifested forms of the Cosmic Consciousness. I could stay on here forever, but for some earthly responsibilities. And it is in such moments that we realize a sense of purpose of our lives on this planet and the need to fulfil that purpose with full involvement, as this life has been endowed upon us as a gift, to learn our lessons, to understand ourselves as consciously evolved beings, who have the singular capacity to be driven to unlimited potentials and possibilities by their own free will. And that is the journey towards our ultimate liberation and dissolving into the Divine.
In touch with Divinity A bird’s eyeview of the Valley from above
I can’t be more thankful for this incredible journey of a lifetime. The midnight Darshan in solitude of the Sanctum Sanctorum, the moments of embracing the formless image of the Lord which exists as a pyramid shaped stone, the whispering into the ears of Nandi, the energies of Bhimshila, the echo of the Mantras in the spiral space created for Adi Shankaracharya, the early morning trek to Bhairav Baba temple, the guardian of the Valley, through some breathtaking landscapes, all culminated into one unifying experience.
Bhimshila… the Rock that saved the temple in the 2013 Avalanche…. the Hand of GodThe trek to Bhairav Baba Temple
The shift is palpable. I find myself aligning and more in tune with the Cosmic Consciousness. There is no fear of the unknown , because the unknown is now known.
Majuli is simply magical. It’s magnificence is to be experienced. Here, time stands still. If you want to press the ‘Pause’ button in life, then this is the place to be in.
Life in Majuli is woven gently around Mother Nature and it’s clock. Known to be the largest River Island in the world, embraced in the bosom of the mighty Brahmaputra River, today it is also called the Shrinking Island. What measured as 900 sq. Kilometers in early 1990s, has today become a mere 352 sq. Kilometer. An existential threat looms over it, as there is a possibility of it becoming totally extinct in as early as the next 20 years.
My short visit to this amazing part of the planet, made me feel blessed that I got an opportunity to value life itself. We start valuing things only when they start slipping away from us. Sometimes we learn the lessons early on, and sometimes a lifetime simply slips away before we realize it’s too late.
The Simplicity of Life
As I soaked into the glory of my surroundings, away from my bustling city, I couldn’t have been more grateful for the moment. As I walked by the riverside on a foggy December morning, even the sun took it’s time to display it’s grandeur, playing hide and seek through the canopy of trees.
As the mist slowly lifted up from the river, it was as though a thin veil had been lifted up, and as I blinked, the canvas in front of my eyes got filled. In my heightened sense of perception, I started noticing intricate patterns around me. Even a spider’s web between the branches of a tree, appeared to be an amazing manifestation of creation. I could now hear only the sounds of silence, be it the chirping of birds , or the distant barking of a dog, or the faint tinkling of a bicycle bell and my own footsteps crushing the dried leaves under my feet. It was surreal.
There is perfection in Creation….A Spider’s Web and a Chinese Fishing Net in the backgroundThe stillness of a country boat
As my gaze shifted to the river where I could see a country boat standing still on it’s banks, a Chinese fishing net in the distant horizon and a large mask of the 10 headed King Ravana on the opposite bank, my vision got locked with it. I tried to recollect the symbolism of the 10 heads which constituted 6 shastras and 4 vedas. Ravana was not a demon but someone who became delusional with power and thereby lost his spiritual identity.
The gentle rays of the sun felt warm upon me and it was a moment to behold. To be still in the stillness around me was a unifying moment. I was in no hurry. Time stood still, and I was frozen in my motion. There was no next moment. For that one moment, I surrendered myself totally to my surroundings.
Richly woven in the culture of the traditional Satras, Majuli’s famous Vaishnavite monasteries are steeped in preserving the teachings of Sri Sri Shankardev. A visit to Dakhinpaat Satra was filled with serenity and calmness. Generous donations and ornate gifts by the Ahom king Jayadhwaj Singha in the 16th century are carefully stored in the ‘Bhoral’ or Store House and we were fortunate that the Head Priest took us inside to see some astounding pieces preserved carefully over time.
Dakhinpaat Satra…stillness in devotion
Another famous Satra in Majuli is the Samuguri Satra, well known for it’s family members who have excelled in mask making, usually of characters from the Mahabharata or Ramayana. The unique feature is that the masks are made from bamboo, clay and cowdung and colorfully painted in bright colors. However, this art is also now becoming a dying tradition with only a handful of family members trying desperately to preserve it.
Mask making at Samuguri Satra…a dying art
Majuli is not a destination, but a surreal experience, where time and space merge into one large canvas to deliver the true essence of life in it’s most natural and rustic form. A large number of Migratory birds still find their way to this island every year and it is a haven for bird watchers.
Our fragile ecosystems
We however, need to understand that preserving the rich Vaishnavite culture and tradition, and preserving the natural biodiversity will have meaning only if the island still continues to exist. The consequences of damage to the delicate balance of our ecosystem often will first have it’s impact on such fragile and vulnerable lands, as is witnessed by the rapid shrinking of this unique river island which is already on the brink of disappearance and extinction.
It is time to collectively become one unifying force across the globe to save our soil and our fragile and delicate ecosystems on this planet which has been sustaining life in all it’s myriads of form till now, but will collapse if we do not deliver the necessary attention and action that it deserves. We should be an actionable generation and a responsible one, and the least that each one of us can do is to generate this awareness and speak as one voice.
There is an urgent need to raise the organic content of soil
According to UNCCD, ( United Nations Convention to Combat Desertification), we are losing one acre of soil every second. What is happening in Majuli is a reflection of a much larger global issue. In fifty to sixty years time, all of the world’s agricultural land may be lost, which would lead to conflicts, hunger, poverty and famines. Even if we have all the money in the world, it would not be enough to buy us food, simply because food would no longer be available.
Soil which is rich in organic content is the only unifying factor for humanity as a species to survive. The impact of desertification of soil is contributing to global warming, melting glaciers, rising sea levels and disappearing land masses. Whether they are sinking or shrinking , the impact of climate change on planet earth can no longer be undermined. Many islands like Tavulu, Maldives, Palau, Solomon Islands, Fiji, Seychelles, Kiribati, and our very own Majuli are shrinking daily, and many coastal cities like Amsterdam, Venice, Ho Chi Minh, Jakarta, Houston predicted to sink and disappear totally at an alarming rate in the next couple of decades.
We owe it to our future generations to save our soil
Soil connects us beyond boundaries, nations, religions, caste, creed, gender or age. A collective voice singing one tune is bound to be heard by those who can change policies. To be proud of technologies which are creating weapons of destruction to divide us , or to be able to use technology to unite us as a species is a question that can be answered by tapping our very own human consciousness. If we live only in a survival mode, we will continue to bring divisions, but if we live in a conscious way, we will look for our collective wellbeing. Political boundaries are only meant for better administrations for upliftments of communities and not for creating wars and untold sorrows upon humanity.
A ray of Hope
The future of our planet can be decided by our very own actions. We reap as we sow. Every action or inaction will have its consequences. If we choose to leave a beautiful rich planet for our future generations, let us come together to save places like Majuli which is connected to a much larger world wide web through the linkage of our connecting soil. For once, let us think beyond boundaries and limitations. After all, we live in a shared world with so many other species. If all the microbes and insects in the world were to disappear, humanity would not survive more than a few hours. But if all human beings were to disappear, this planet would surely thrive. We need the microbial world for our survival more than they would ever need us. Let us be humble to realize that we are a mere speck in this cosmic dance, but as an evolved species we have the capacity to undertake meaningful actions to see that we do not disturb the delicate ecological balance of Mother Nature.
Our Fragile Ecosytem
As homo sapiens we have the ability to act responsibly and create the possibility that we desire for our future. This moment is without doubt, the final wake up call for humanity. Today, we choose to go to exotic destinations for our vacations, have a good time, come back and post a few happy pictures on social media. Many of these destinations are on the verge of being wiped out forever. This would lead to migration of populations for the sake of survival, thereby effecting the limited resources of our dwindling planet. My trip to Majuli was no doubt an enriching experience at a personal level for which I feel blessed, but it was also an eye opener, and a reason to speak about saving our soils from extinction.
With the #savesoil movement by Sadhguru gaining momentum, as he travels across continents on a 100 day solo ride to engage with communities and policy makers to make an impact, I as an informal Volunteer for Isha Foundation would like to dedicate this article for the cause. Let’s Save Soil and Make it Happen.
It was a calling from the mother of a patient of ours. We had lost this young, beautiful girl to breast cancer about 2 years ago,but our connections with the family were intact, as happens with many of our patients. This mother, was no ordinary woman. She had survived several storms in her life, and had lost not one, but two, out of her four daughters to breast cancer. Her eldest daughter had passed away many years before we started treating her youngest daughter. This angel too, finally passed on to the other side in 2019.
This mother who had gone through so much in life, had insisted that we must pay a visit to her house some day, and also take the opportunity to visit Surya Pahar which was very near her home. We were a team of doctors and we quickly started doing some research about the place. Without a doubt , my curiosity grew more and more, and on a particular Sunday, we finally made a trip to this hidden gem in Assam. With the season changing, and that little nip in the air, this was such a pleasant window of opportunity.
The sprawling entrance
It took us about two and a half hours and with well connected roads, it was a lovely drive. As we approached the entrance to Surya Pahaar, we were fascinated to see the roads lined with Eucalyptus trees on both sides. A vast expanse of a sprawling well maintained campus welcomed us. At the entry point of this sacred hillock, we met some senior committee members who gave a gist about the place. We initially felt quite lost as we didn’t even know from which corner we should start exploring. The most intriguing part about the history of this land, as told by the silent sculptures and relics, is that it was once a melting pot of at least three thriving religions -Buddhism, Hinduism and Jainism. However, the name of Surya Pahaar indicates that there was a cult of Sun Worship here, around which the other religions thrived. Surya pahar was taken over by Archeological Society of India in around 1993, and since then , some startling and amazing discoveries have occurred.
The Vishnu Temple
We initially started with the Vishnu Temple. The priest told us about the story of the fire which is burning from 7 feet below the ground and till date has never been extinguished. The vibrations and sheer energies of this place gave us the goosebumps. We were in a highly consecrated space and the energy was palpable. We went to the Dasha Bhuja Temple where rock carvings of Lord Vishnu and His various Avatars were evident on the rocks. As we started exploring the rock caves we approached the way to the Akashi Ganga Temple. It was a small, tiny entrance beteen rocks and as we entered , we were enthralled to see a priest sitting inside, beside a Kunda where apparently the water never ever dries or overflows but remains at a constant level. As we continued are exploration, we were mesmerized by the Shiva Lingas all over the place. There were several large rocks which were cut with windows through which we saw the Shiva Lingas. It is said that this hillock has 99,999 Shiva lingas sprawled all over, laid down by Veda Vyasa, just 1 short of Kashi.
The Nothingness of Shiva…. yet so omnipresentRelics of a bygone era
Beyond this we walked towards the votive Buddha Stupas. Cut out of granite stones, there are about 25 of them .The peaceful ambience of the place, with only the sounds of chirping of a birds and the chattering of the Rhesus monkeys, the serenity of the space had a soothing effect, as we were one with nature in this paradise, so near and yet so far from the bustling city that we live in! Historical significance of these stupas, indicate the importance of a Buddhist presence in ancient Kamrupa.
The influence of Buddha
Surya Pahar also is a reminder of the influence of Jainism in this region. Although not much footing is evident of Jainism in the NorthEast , Surya Pahar tells us a story through the Jain carvings in its Southern slopes, marking the cognizance of the first Tithankara. We were spell bound, mesmerized and in awe as we observed the silent tales of a bygone era frozen in the rock carvings of this hillock. As we were guided to the major excavation site as explored by the Archeological Survey of India, what was clearly evident was that once upon a time there existed a thriving civilization here. Most of the footprints date back to the 1st and 2nd BC era but with more discoveries happening , the story is still unfolding. Until then , we are left with our own observations and our own imaginations to interpret these frozen rocks in our own way.
The excavation site
This particular visit only goes on to make one realize how miniscule we are in the larger canvas of things. The quest to explore and understand the magic around us, leaves me totally in awe and wonder as I live in amazement and gratitude, and continue to be curious about our amazing planet. To be a part of this magical web, and to be connected in some way to everything around me, leaves me with a sense of deep and profound sense of intense involvement with life itself.
As we returned, it felt like we had almost visited another lifetime. The level of energy and vibrations was something so very experiential, that it just cannot be put into words. Our patient’s family members were waiting for our return, and as we stepped into their humble home, we were so overwhelmed by their hospitality. Most of the food preparations were by the third daughter, who was staying with her mother now. We couldn’t save their youngest daughter, but we knew she was an angel in the skies, floating amidst the stars and planning this whole reconnection, which had a purpose. It was only after we had a most delicious lunch, so lovingly prepared by the family, that the Universe revealed to us, what that purpose was. The mother announced to us that now her third daughter, our patient’s sister, who was serving us lunch so lovingly, was apparently also diagnosed with breast cancer, a year after she lost her younger sister. She completed her surgery in another hospital and was on chemotherapy now. Their financial resources were now beginning to dwindle. The way she was serving us, there was no way we could have ever said she too was a cancer patient. We were shocked and speechless beyond words. Such connections happen for a reason. I hope and pray that we can do everything possible within our capacities to see that this lady completes her full treatment without fail, and we can help in whatever possibly way to heal her disease completely.
A Ray of Hope
The visit to Surya Pahar, had a reason far beyond my comprehension. As we returned to Guwahati, my mind had a myriad of thoughts and questions, whose answers I was seeking for. I hope I am able to fulfil that purpose, that this Universe so carefully crafted for me, by making this trip to Surya Pahar happen. There is so much to learn from everything around us. There is so much to learn from the seventy year old Mother, who still lives with a smile and gives hope to her third daughter suffering from the same disease that took away two of her daughters. Yes, the show must go on.
Almost three decades ago, as a newly married coy bride, it was a mandatory custom in the family tradition to make a visit to all relatives, far and near, to seek their blessings. It is amazing at how societial structures have come into being, and how these customs have shaped the kinds of lives we are supposed to lead. But at that age and time, there were no asking questions. What needed to be done, had to be done. Probably, that’s how the dots eventually get connected. Sometimes you see beyond the reason, and sometimes you live in unawareness. Needless to say, I remember vividly this particular visit to meet my husband’s Uncle, Mr. Mukul Mahanta, a man of amazing substance, and who interestingly happened to be very close acquaintance of my own father too. What amazed me was the house of this person, which was constructed and built entirely by himself. Every bit of furniture was made by his own hands and he actually gifted us a few precious pieces too. And here I fleetingly remember meeting his son Moon and his newly wedded American bride Janet who were also doing an India trip to meet up with the family members. That transient meeting with Moon and Janet was forgotten and dissolved as another random meet with two more people on this planet. More than two decades later, I had another chance meeting with Moon when he was visiting India and this time it was at a conference on Alzheimer’s Disease which was being held in Guwahati. I was one of the resource persons and so was Moon. We shared a few quick moments in between sessions and that was about it. But we both knew we had our concerns about the burning problems of the elderly in our society, the lack of awareness and the desire to do something substantial about it. Moon’s vast first hand experience about elderly care in America and the sheer lack of it in India, had probably stirred the need to do something about it. Having met with me, he knew that I too shared the same concerns and was struggling to work towards generating awareness, and training up a pool of resource persons for elderly care in general and Alzheimer’s in particular in a vast country like India. Moon’s particular interest in the subject was also ignited by a personal reason, because his mother was diagnosed to be a frank case of Alzheiemers Disease. Over the next few years, a lot happened and we were devastated to hear one morning, a few years ago, that Moon’s father passed away due to a stroke leaving behind his wife by his side, who was struggling with Alzheimers’s and was probably even unaware of the fact that she lost her husband that fateful morning. It was extremely hard upon Moon to figure out how his mother would be taken care of in a place like Guwahati where elderly health care support systems were at its minimal. Eventually, he had to make the difficult choice of putting her at the best possible care home in the city, Mother’s Old Age Home, which was one of the few places where compassionate and loving care was being given to so many elderly people, by Monica and Utpal.
Moon’s Mother ( right) in the comfort of Mother’s Home
It was in February 2019 that I planned a trip to the US, in order to visit my daughter who was at that time interning at the UN Headquarters in New York in the Peacebuilding Department. It was a month long trip and with the help of my daughter I carefully chalked out my itenary. Meanwhile I was in regular touch with Moon who was a mentor and guardian to my daughter while she was earlier studying in the University of Chicago. A trip to Wisconsin was very much on the offing though Moon clearly warned me to brace up for a lot of snow in February. At this point in time, I was in two minds about this trip to Kenosha in Wisconsin where Moon and Janet stayed. Though I really wanted to meet them and spend time with them, I was also aware of the fact that Moon was going through a lot, in terms of his health condition. He was diagnosed as a case of Non Hodgkins Lymphoma. For the past one year Moon had been battling with this disease, a cancer of the lymph nodes. Since I was an Oncologist too, Moon discussed his medical reports often with me and kept me informed about his treatment protocols and how he was coping up. NHL is usually known to be an aggressive disease but at the same time, it is also very responsive to treatment. Moon responded pretty well to his chemotherapy and had a very good metabolic response. He actually scheduled a visit to India at the end of his treatment to see his mother and we also had an opportunity to meet him at that time, when he came down to Guwahati. A week after he left for the US, Moon’s mother had a peaceful transition to the other side.It was as though she had waited for that one last glimpse of her son. I could understand how devastating this must have been for Moon. It simply wasn’t possible for him to come back again to India. However, he knew that it was Utpal of Mother’s Old age Home who took the utmost care of his mother during her final days and he fully deserved to perform her last rite as he had done for so many Mothers who passed away, while under his care.
This was probably another turning point in Moon’s rollercoaster life. Shortly therafter he was scheduled for his reassessment PET scan and it showed evidence of early relapse of Non Hodgkin’s Lymphoma. And this time he was offered the option of a bone marrow transplant which is the standard of care for treating relapsed cases. I was fully aware of Moon’s medical condition and the furthur management plan. This was the time when I was supposed to be visiting Chicago and Wisconsin, and I was in two minds now. Here was a man who was rattled with Cancer for the second time in such a short time, and was now undergoing preparations for a bone marrow transplant, and instead of laying bare his situation to me, instead of asking for privacy in these times, he was actually inviting me, with an honest desire to host me despite the trying circumstances he was going through. He even went on to say that this would be a golden opportunity for me to visit the cancer centre where he was undergoing his treatment and I could have a good overview of how Oncological Centres work in America and could carry some ideas back to Assam. I honestly felt that my declining the offer would probably hurt him more and eventually agreed to make this one most memorable trip of my lifetime to Kenosha in Wisconsin on that wintery February month of 2019.
Arnab Mahanta (Moon)…. Gazing at a White World, Lake Michigan, in all its glory
As I landed in Chicago, it was Moon’s wife, Janet who came to receive me at the airport. We had a wonderful reunion and then it was an hour’s drive through the snowy landscape to Kenosha. The Mid Western country side of America in winter offers a spectacular landscape and I cherished every moment embracing the majestic beauty all around. It was a warm welcome at Moon’s home and I just loved the coziness of his sweet home. It was a sheet of white snow outside and it felt almost like I was transported to a wintery fairyland . Kenosha is a quiet little town on the banks of Lake Michigan. It was such an ideal place to unwind and soak into it’s beauty. The next three days that I spent with Moon and Janet were unforgettable. In spite of what Moon was going through in terms of his preparation for his upcoming bone marrow transplant, his spirits were not to be dampened in any way. I learnt a lesson of positivity from this man, seeing from close quarters how he was dealing with his current situation and how he was even planning everything meticulously for his coming days which were bound to be extremely challenging. Despite seeing so many cancer patients on the professional front, it is a different learning altogether when you observe the lives that they actually live, from close quarters.
The majestic Kenosha North Pier Lighthouse, built in 1906 and standing 50 feet tall
Moon meticulously planned out my next three days ensuring that I would take the best memories of a wintery trip to Kenosha. I still relive those days as though it was a slice out of a fairy tale. The long drives and chats with him about different perspectives of life as we saw it, was so very enriching for me. And I do believe it was mutual, as we shared deep conversations from growing up in different environments, to challenges at various points in life, to basically learning from life itself. Our diverse backgrounds seemed to intersect at a myriad of junctions. We were actually not surprised that our fathers were good pals once upon a time.
Moon gave me the best of Kenosha and Milwaukee in the short span of three days. Despite the thick snow outside, I geared myself up well , ready to embrace the sights and sounds of Kenosha. Visiting Lake Michigan and observing the 6 foot waves, crashing on the snow, I stepped out to take a walk in the deep snow while Moon kept a careful watch from the car, gleefully observing my child like demenour of having this little adventure in the white winter wonderland.
Sights and sounds of beautiful Kenosha
As we drove around the town, my eyes caught glimpses of the beautiful homes covered with snow and surrounded by Christmas trees. It was a slice of heaven. Moon actually gave me a snapshot of his entire life ever since he came to Kenosha as a young man on his first job. He drove me to all the landmark spots of his life, which were major milestones in his life, his first working place, his previous homes, the church where he and Janet got married, the school where he earlier taught, and every little detail that mattered to him in the journey of his life. It was like he was rewinding his life and replaying it for me, all over again. I was transported to another world in the company of this amazing man.
Driving through Milwaukee
However, apart from absorbing the wintery beauty of Kenosha, Lake Michigan and Milwaukee through the eyes of Moon, there were two particular events which set this trip totally apart. Moon had lined up an amazing plan for me which was nothing short of a surprise. Knowing that I was in the field of Oncology and was a part of a new Oncology set up being created back home in Assam, he wanted me to have an excursion of the Cancer Care centre where he was getting his treatment, just as he had promised me earlier. He wanted me to understand what happens behind the scene when patients like him enter such set ups. So an entire morning was devoted to the Cancer Treatment Centres of America, at Zion, Illinois, which was a huge learning point for me. I was so thoroughly impressed and excited to have this golden opportunity of understanding Comprehensive cancer Care set ups of international standings. This was certainly something that I hadn’t expected.
A fruitful day spent at The Cancer Treatment Centres of America , Zion, Illinois
The other surprise plan for me was to visit the school where Moon was a teacher and actually meet with the high school students and interact with them. This reminded me of my Group Study Exchange trip to Canada in 2004 where we had done similar activities as a part of the programme. I shall never forget that wonderful afternoon with a bunch of young immigrant students at Salam High School, Milwaukee who were so curious to know about India, its culture, education system customs, traditions and the geography. The twinkle in their eyes and their innocent questions taught me another lesson that irrespective of the fact of where we come from, human emotions are just the same everywhere. We all yearn for a little love, compassion, trust, inclusiveness and hope for a better future for all of humankind. We don’t want our differences to divide us, but rather learn to embrace them, as though we are all different flowers of the same garden.
Interacting with children at Salam High School, Milwaukee
I am so grateful to Janet and Moon , and their three handsome boys for welcoming me into their homes and hearts and sharing a glimpse of their lives, which was another milestone in my own journey of life. I now understand why despite my hesitation to make this trip , it was eventually meant to happen for a reason. The wonderful ways in which God weaves our lives, can only be understood if we choose to see things from a wider perspective.
As a man who has fought the cancer twice, it is needless to say that he chooses to ride high on life, without being deterred by the challenges on the way. And so I wasn’t surprised to come across his book “REFLECTIONS OF A CALM MIND”, which reflects upon the profoundness of man’s temporary existence on planet earth. A widely travelled man, Moon’s first hand close encounters with exciting and hair -raising situations through his life, gives us a taste of how one can navigate through this journey, and it also depicts the larger plan of the Universal web which intricately designs each of our lives. I can only wish him and his dear family, abundance of good health and happiness.
Nothing in life is a coincidence, but it is all a part of a well orchestrated masterly plan. If we choose to see it, we will understand the reason of our very existence and all the connections that we make in the process. I humbly bow down to the Universe in Gratitude for joining the dots.
With Janet and Moon in the warmth of their home
To catch a copy of his amazing book “Reflections of a Calm Mind” by Arnab Mahanta , one can go to the link below:
The Thirties are perhaps little confusing age mostly because we gradually approach a change towards responsible seniors at work in the family and generally in a society. Physical changes are seen in many and very prominent among others is greying. Today we see young people in their twenties also greying, with various changes coming to their lives. But I remember my grey getting visibly prominent during my mid thirties and I too started following the custom of dying my hair, little realizing the side effects or after effects. It is impossible for any lady to accept so early and easily their ageing processes and the same happened to me as well. Unless I learn from my mistakes I am not ready to give up. And so I continued with the covering up till it worked fine with me. When younger our body can tune in to anything synthetic, comfortably.
Almost twenty years gone by and now in my mid fifties, realizations dawning in several spheres of life. Couple of years back, when salient changes were taking place in the body metabolism; I sensed the need for a change in my customary routine in life. Slight changes with regular exercises and spiritual practices got introduced in my daily schedule and I could notice improvements. My choice of going natural and plain was showing positive results. Yet I wasn’t bold enough to wear my natural hair colour. It has been my silent desire to get off my coloured hair yet vanity won’t let me. My eyes would itch so hard and I would feel lazy to get touch up done every fifteen days. I used to look at sensible faces that never got into the rut and they looked so glowing and fresh with their grey.
Finally January 2021, I decided not to get another packet of color, when it got over. I took it as a resolution for the year and since continued following. The Wuhan virus helped me somehow, despite the damages and distress it has spread over the world. The lockdown imposed by the outspread, restricted our outings and helped me to stay naturally at home. The recent haircut got rid of all coloured hair that was left on me and I am wearing my natural colour finally. A feeling of Freedom and Bliss….
Joy is spiritual and far grittier than normal happiness
Magically Mental 