Saturday, 8 October 2016

Commentary: On Research & Action


              मला बऱ्याचदा असे वाटत असते  कि, मला पुरेशी अक्कल आली आहे. समोर असणारी केस / carcass / आव्हान अगदीच सोडवणेबल भासू लागते. माझा इगो म्हणजेच मी असे वाटणे बरे नाही ना !
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            आणि क्षणार्धात भ्रमाचा भोपळा फुटतो. मी अगदीच timepass असल्याचा साक्षात्कार होतो.  खरेतर असे वाटणे माणूस म्हणून जरा बरेच असते नाहीतरी !

            माझ्या भ्रमाचा भोपळा फुटायला ह्या पिंनचा " On Action & Research"  by Jean Dreze झालेला उपयोग तुमच्याबरोबर शेअर करावासा वाटले.
            उद्बोधक लेखन.

Professor Jean _/\_  

 It will act as an everlasting stimulus for Ph. D. people, doctors of all sorts and every inquisitive mind on the Planet Earth.

तुम्हाला काय वाटते ? नक्की कळवा. सुमडीमध्ये वाचून दुर्लक्ष करण्याचा शहाजोगपणा टाळता आला तर तुमचा आभारीच असेन.

Thank you very much.

Wishing you good luck to remain endlessly curious.
dr sarang s desai
+91-805-550-9180


Thursday, 11 August 2016

Words

Words

When I utter the word
As I did many times
Which were barbs to family and friends
Without whom I am not what I am

When I utter silly words
A vice creeps unknowingly that
Might spread its serpent length all along
Killing the wise within me
Making devil of me

When I utter unwanted words
I close doors to opportunity of friendship
That might bloom eventually
Into beautiful tree of trust and faith
Looses its ground and vanishes into nothingness

When I utter irrational words
The conscience within me must have lost its flow
Untruth, unfaithfulness attempts its way through
I get muddled in the wraps of those impurities
I am no more a human then, but a Satan and Devil

Albeit often,
I dare to speak my heart
Holding it out on the sleeves
I opt to face the dreary world
Alienated I am for the rest of my being
When I utter such ill words
A motherly voice whispers in my ears
In its convincing tone of assurance
In its friendly tune of companionship
Which will conquer this temporary sinful moment
Assuring me that I am not as bad as I assume
And I am a soul waiting for wisdom to percolate through it
Let me have an unending faith upon it which will outlast even the Eternity.

_Sarang S Desai.