Thursday, December 23, 2021

Niyati, Bidhu, Prasanna and me

Niyati, Bidhu, Prasanna and me


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Saturday, December 11, 2021

Prabhasini being discharged from SOAM ICU

Prabhasini being discharged from SOAM ICU


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Thursday, June 17, 2021

Someone said………

 A poem by Ajay Upsdhyay

Someone said.....


Someone said:

Never look down upon anyone,

unless you are

admiring their shoes.


I took it by the letter,

when I spotted him,

walking towards me.

But, 

caught in shine 

of its polish,

I missed the shoes.


Until, our paths crossed.


On looking back, 

what struck me,

beneath the glare,

was his limp.


Looked deeper 

into what I saw; 

then flashed his smile.


It all fell into place.

What stuck in my head 

was the smile, 

it’s sparkle

undimmed by the limp.

Because, 

perhaps, my mind 

was more open 

than my eyes?


Never mind,

what you look at;

You haven’t really seen anything,

until, 

you care to 

see through them!


Ajay Upadhyaya

June 2021

Tuesday, June 01, 2021

Upendra – A Towering Personality

                          By . Prof. Ashok Kumar Mahapatra

    Upendra, a reliable all-weather friend, that is well realized by all of us, MKCG 1970 batch. The fact was evident from our online discussion on 23rd evening, when over 20 to 25 of our friends expressed their feelings, emotion and conceded opinion about “Upendra”. Baring a patch from 1976 till 1984 or so I was in constant touch with him, may be one of the friend who visited DII- 29 quarter at East Kidwai, Nagar, Half way between AIIMS and INA market. Most of the time me and my wife walked in evening to INA market and dropped in Upendra’s house. He also used to come to our house be it D2, CII or CI where I spent over 25 years. Whenever he came to AIIMS main campus, he used to park his car in from of my house of garage and finish his work and drop in my house. My wife was very much free with him. 
     His laughing face, simplicity and honesty in expressing his views had impressed us, and what was most remarkable his stable, balanced mind, which never expressed his distress and tension to anyone. That is how he could, manage Jaggan and yet could do best for him taking him too many countries when he visited. 
     I learned many things from him. His management skill, his planning and dealing with human being be friend, Junior or Senior, was unparallel. It is sad that he is taken always from all of us, more sadly, death of Jaggan. It looks they were father and son, they were like two sides of a coin; one survival was impossible without another, the souls speak to each other and wanted to depart together to heavenly abode. I sincerely believe he will be with us forever

Thursday, May 27, 2021

The Whispering Epitaph

             

         The Whispering Epitaph

It was in 2014, the exact date I can’t recollect as some dates are like that,Implanted in the heart. One sweet voice in Odia “Kie Baishnab ?” (who , Baishnab?” (Who am I speaking to you)Mun Kie Kahuchi Jani parilat ?”Pondered for a couple of seconds and shouted in ecstacy,”Hai Upendra, kana Cochin ru?Equally surprised Upendra blurted out,”What a memory Baishnab,40+ years and You could recognize my voice,wonderful.”I just quipped some voices are like that it gets recorded and echoes every time. Our  master craftsman was with him.

 

Of all flyers who were airborne  on 13th May Upendra must be most skilled  with a lions heart,eagles eyes and ladies fingers,yet the best of planes and pilots can meet untimely crash. Such is the tragedy on the aftermath of Upendra’s getting out of the orbit;” started losing heights but piloted with brave heart with the defiant  voice “I AM THE storm” to the turbulence of the craft “Can you withstand the storm” till withering of his power, slowing of the lions heart and shrinking of ladies fingers and the crash  with the retrieved black box  whispering :

 

“Don't grieve for me, for now I'm free

I'm following the path God laid for me.

I took His hand when I heard Him call;

I turned my back and left it all.

  

I could not stay another day,

To laugh, to love, to work or play.

Tasks left undone must stay that way;

I found that place at the close of day.

 

 

If my parting has left a void,

Then fill it with remembered joy.

A friendship shared a laugh, a kiss;

Ah yes, these things, I too will miss.”


 

                                            

                           

 

The values you set in the  MKCG  1970 Batch mates  group are beyond appreciation ,beyond praise and beyond comparison. No language however eloquent and complimentary can describe its vast, varied and versatile contribution to the group. And  they will always remain with us.Upendra,always a source of inspiration has left behind a rich harvest of memories, to cherish,honor and emulate.

      

  Upendra’s last conversation with me,”Baishnab ,can you please add xxxx name and details in our icon”. Dear Upendra can’t you do this exercise once for all .It is infact a Herculean task

“And  for you  , 5minutes ? You can’t disagree, as in xxxx case you had done it.This is the last time I am requesting you. I shall prepare a consolidated final list and give it to you ,please give some time.”

But before that, he joined the heavenly choir. And His promise?

Reborn as “UCB ICON”.

 Unfinished task is for others to complete

                                     In reverence and remembrance

                                               MKCG 1970 Batch mates

                                              Dr(Major)BCNAYAK


Monday, May 24, 2021

Upendra Chandra Biswal

 

                          Memory of Upendra - Ajay Upadhyaya

 

Dr Upendra Chandra Biswal, retired Head of  Surgery from RLH, Delhi, our 1970 batch mate in MKCG College, left for his heavenly abode on 13 May 202, after a short illness with COVID-19 infection.

 

My association with Upendra was long, stretching back almost half  a century, starting from MKCG days. We kept in touch through my time in Indian Navy, in Bombay, to my stint in the USA and throughout my long stay in England; geographical distance was never a  barrier. On my umpteen visits to India, over the years, on landing at Delhi, I used to spend a few days before flying to BBSR, when I periodically stayed with him.  Upendra also visited us while welived in the US and    a few   times in England.



           ( Upper one is NY 1987 and lower Upendra in 1997)

Our  contacts deepened further in recent years, particularly since the pandemic and the Lockdown.  There are too many anecdotes with Upendra to relate to, but I shall limit myself to just this one.  In his last visit to us in England, I had made a programme to travel around and visit a few places.  But, he said, “Seeing new places has its charm at a certain age; now is the time to spend time with friends.  So, we changed our programme of  travelling and visiting National parks etc, and spent most of the time at home or walking round, locally, chatting. 

 

Upendra’s two sons were special in their own ways. His older son, Paplu, a high flyer of the highest order, who now lives in the US, dazzled us all, from a young age, with his intelligence and brilliant mind, which Upendra nurtured with his utmost might.  Upendra took legitimate pride, like all of us,  in his phenomenal accomplishments, but he never flaunted him. 

 

Tragically, his younger son, Jagan, was born with serious disabilities,  which  devastated the family.  But in the same way, as Paplu’s brilliance did not make him vain, Jagan’s plight did not make him bitter either.  It actually brought to the fore, the caring side of his personality.  Upendra understood Jagan’s body language and could read his moods, better than anybody. Upendra and his wife Kanak spared no pains in looking after Jagan, round the clock .  In the midst of all this, Upendra never lost his cheerful demeanour, gentle smile and hearty laughter.

 

We can all recall, the sight of Upendra and Kanak, behind  Jagan in his wheelchair, a permanent fixture in all our batch mates reunions.  We have seen, first hand,  how Upendra cared  for Jagan lovingly. Upendra and Kanak’s  dedication to Jagan’s care was truly exemplary.

 

Within a few days of Upendra’s death, sadly Jagan also fell victim to COVID-19. After the initial shock of hearing Jagan’s death, I must confess, it  crossed my mind  that perhaps God’s plans work in mysterious ways. With Jagan’s multiple disability and extensive needs,  Jagan and Upendra were inseparable in life.  In a way, death has reunited them.

 

In his recent retirement message, Upendra  said, he came from a family of teachers.  Of course, his legacy will live on through the generations of doctors and surgeons he has trained.  But his teaching mission did not stop at training doctors.  When I asked him how he was going to spend his time in retirement, he said,” I have got a new project - teaching our maid, the domestic help.  This struck a chord in me, as true to my name, I am a teacher at heart. Upendra perhaps did not realise, he has taught us a lot, as well.  Certainly, for me, his life was a lesson in simplicity, sincerity, and humility, which will  guide me in my quest for fulfilment in life.

 

Our friendship had lately become so close that it won’t be an exaggeration to say, with his sudden and untimely death, a part of me  died.  Although true, this will be an incomplete statement; for the truth is that my life has also been enriched by his gift of friendship, untainted by guile or pretence. His spirit of living life, as it comes, and dealing with its challenges unflinchingly, will continue to inspire me.

 

I still can’t believe, Upendra is gone.  In fact, he has only gone from our sight, but  he will  live, for ever, in our hearts and minds.  Mourning the death of a fine human being like him is natural, but we will be doing injustice to his memories, unless we celebrate his life, as well; an inspiring life, full of achievements, lived with fortitude and  in quiet dignity.

 

Ajay Upadhyaya

24 May 2021