""The American system is being copied here, unfortunately," said Dr. V. Shantha, chairwoman of the Cancer Institute in Chennai. "Now it's all about 'how much am I going to make from this patient.' "
That's left the poor scrambling for care at the few remaining public or charitable trust hospitals, including Tata Memorial, which handles 43,000 new cancer patients annually, most for a nominal fee."
It's only human can make money out of dyeing patients. Read this pathetic story here
In India, poor cancer patients rough it - latimes.com
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Sunday, January 10, 2010
Saturday, January 9, 2010
ek tukro smriti
manus baro bicitromoy...nijer dike takaleo majhe majhe taai mone hoy.ki cay se r ki acoron kore taa hoyto baa nijei janea;ba jene suneo bokaa hoye thake.jodio gyan arjoner jonye boka hoye thakar paddhoti tiii sabceye upojogi.jibone tahole anek notun kichu jana jay,abiskar kora jay.mon sab samoy hoyto baa amader sathe thake na,tabuo emn anek kichui korte hoy ba mene nite hoy.ki hobe r ki hoyechilo eii ghurnaabarte sudhui ghure jaai amraa;r samoy o ses hoye jaay jiboner.jiboner samoy je baroi alpo....'kato kichu korar chilo ..kato kichu bolaar chilo'...na eta ekebare amar moner katha holeo kathagulo amar banano noy;sabarii poricito ganer koli.ektai to jibon,tabu kemn jeno hocoth kheye kheye bachi amra.kato kichu samikaron melabaar cesta kori athocho parina;abar cesta kori kakhono hoyto ba mile jay takhon mone hoy prithibita amar.abar ultota holei sab kemn biswad thaeke.
eto kichur modhyeo amader asepaser manusgulor kirti kalap dekhe kakhono khoob hasi,kakhono ba rag kori,abar jhagraao kori.jibon to probahomaan eta to vulle cholbe na..
ei guru gamvir alocanateo ekta chotto ghatonar katha khoob mone hocche--
ami giyechilm laundry theke kapor ante,r sekkhane dokaaner malik r ami dujonei khata dekhe naam uddhar korar cesta korchi...kothay ache amar naamta;ekbar...du baar ...er modhye pase dariye chilo oi malikerii helper... se bollo oito naam dekha jacche...anek kasto kore bujhte holo je ota amaar naam!!jai hok ami jante chailam ota ovabe ke likheche?se mucki mucki haste haste bollo...asole ota to amaarii lekha chilo[:D]satyii to !!! jaar lekha se chara r keuii uddhar korte parlo na!!
ei lekhar byapare ro ekta galpo ache----
(amar nijer lekhao atyonto kharap)amar ek bondhu bolechilo je taar sir taake jigyes korechilen je ei hather lekha ke porte parbe?se jhatapot uttor diyechilo je amar lekhar otai boisotito sir jake likhbo se chara r keui porte parbe na.
eto kichur modhyeo amader asepaser manusgulor kirti kalap dekhe kakhono khoob hasi,kakhono ba rag kori,abar jhagraao kori.jibon to probahomaan eta to vulle cholbe na..
ei guru gamvir alocanateo ekta chotto ghatonar katha khoob mone hocche--
ami giyechilm laundry theke kapor ante,r sekkhane dokaaner malik r ami dujonei khata dekhe naam uddhar korar cesta korchi...kothay ache amar naamta;ekbar...du baar ...er modhye pase dariye chilo oi malikerii helper... se bollo oito naam dekha jacche...anek kasto kore bujhte holo je ota amaar naam!!jai hok ami jante chailam ota ovabe ke likheche?se mucki mucki haste haste bollo...asole ota to amaarii lekha chilo[:D]satyii to !!! jaar lekha se chara r keuii uddhar korte parlo na!!
ei lekhar byapare ro ekta galpo ache----
(amar nijer lekhao atyonto kharap)amar ek bondhu bolechilo je taar sir taake jigyes korechilen je ei hather lekha ke porte parbe?se jhatapot uttor diyechilo je amar lekhar otai boisotito sir jake likhbo se chara r keui porte parbe na.
Wednesday, January 6, 2010
fear...the natural character of human being
Fear is the foremost part of Living being,particularly for human being.
satyii manuser coritrer sabtheke ascoryer dik amar mone hoy 'VOY'.ek priya kobir ekta lekha pore seta abaro mone pore gelo.mrityu voy khoob sanghatik;tabu je sab samoy amra mrityuvoyii paai ta noy;bece thakar nuhurtogulo kakhon je bivinno voyer grase joriye pore eta satyii bojha daay...eta to khoobii satyii---'kehi rahi naai/rhibo naai/rohibona iti.ei vabo rango.vumitale,sarbe nijo nijo/avinoy saari/basoribe?kaalbele.'..keuiii thake na thakar jonye aaseo na,ekhane thakbe na ,ei ranga martovumir.sabaai nijo nijo avinoy sere samoy holei chole jaabe.eje kato baro satyii!tabu mone hoy amaar voy bodhhay ta noy;jibone sabthek voy hoy amar samparko vangar voy.se je rakomii hok na keno.r jodi hoy ta kono bises samparko takhon ta ro kaster..rabi thakurer marano tuhu mama shyam o samaan ...eta upolobdhi korar maton manoshikota katojoner ache ta abosyoi vebe dekhar bisoy...antoto amar to ekhono hoyni.jodio sab samoy bes sahosi mone kori nijeke ...mrityu voy nei bole styii ki nei!!ekebare nei ta bodh hoy noy;tabe keno rasta diye cholar samoy sabdhane edik odik dekhe choli!kenoi ba osudh khaoar age tar tarikh nirikkhon kori!!baaa kono khaoar packet er tarikh parjobekkhon kori!!erakom ro hoyto anek ache,tabe jei voyta satyii kabu kore day ta holo sustho vabe bece thaka....jiboner niswas jatodin thakbe tatodin jeno matha kaj korate pari,tatodin jeno hath -pa sacol rekehe kaje lagate pari....jeno amar chatro chatrider sathe tader amar avigyata share korte parii.....ei voyer graseii je thaki.janine satiii vobisyat ki bolche?oije priyo lekhok /kobir katha bolchilm..tini amader parom shroddhyeo Buddhadeb Guha...sei lekhatai James Joys er A Potrait of Dorian Gray er ekti uddhriti diyechen---'To live,to err,to face,to triumph,to recreate life out of life';abaar Walt Whitman er Leaves of Grass er je uktiguli likhechen---
The smallest sprout shows there is really no death,
And if ever there was,it led forward life,and
Does not wait at the
End to arrest it,
And ceased the moment life appeared
All goes onward and onward...nothing collapses,
and to die is different from anyone supposed ,
and luckier.
uddhriti jai thak na keno manus mrityu voy pabei etaai manuser manus howar prothom poricoy.sei ajana acena jayga ja se ekaai vog korbe,jekhane kono atmiyo bondhur jayga nei,kemn hobe sei jayga?kichu na paoar asa thakle amra jemn sab sei sarbo saktimaaner hathe chere diii---
sandhya holo go--o ma,sandhya holo buke dharo.
atol kaalo sneher majhe dubiye amay snigdho karo.
firiye ne ma,feeriye ne go--sab se kothay hariyeche go
chorano ei jibon,tomar andhar majhe hok na jaro.
aar amare bahire tomaar kothao jeno jayna dekha.
tomaar rate milak amaar jibon sanjher rasmirekha.
aamay ghiri,aamay cumi,kebol tumi,kebol tumi--
amaar bole ja ache maa,tomaar kore sakol haro.
satyii manuser coritrer sabtheke ascoryer dik amar mone hoy 'VOY'.ek priya kobir ekta lekha pore seta abaro mone pore gelo.mrityu voy khoob sanghatik;tabu je sab samoy amra mrityuvoyii paai ta noy;bece thakar nuhurtogulo kakhon je bivinno voyer grase joriye pore eta satyii bojha daay...eta to khoobii satyii---'kehi rahi naai/rhibo naai/rohibona iti.ei vabo rango.vumitale,sarbe nijo nijo/avinoy saari/basoribe?kaalbele.'..keuiii thake na thakar jonye aaseo na,ekhane thakbe na ,ei ranga martovumir.sabaai nijo nijo avinoy sere samoy holei chole jaabe.eje kato baro satyii!tabu mone hoy amaar voy bodhhay ta noy;jibone sabthek voy hoy amar samparko vangar voy.se je rakomii hok na keno.r jodi hoy ta kono bises samparko takhon ta ro kaster..rabi thakurer marano tuhu mama shyam o samaan ...eta upolobdhi korar maton manoshikota katojoner ache ta abosyoi vebe dekhar bisoy...antoto amar to ekhono hoyni.jodio sab samoy bes sahosi mone kori nijeke ...mrityu voy nei bole styii ki nei!!ekebare nei ta bodh hoy noy;tabe keno rasta diye cholar samoy sabdhane edik odik dekhe choli!kenoi ba osudh khaoar age tar tarikh nirikkhon kori!!baaa kono khaoar packet er tarikh parjobekkhon kori!!erakom ro hoyto anek ache,tabe jei voyta satyii kabu kore day ta holo sustho vabe bece thaka....jiboner niswas jatodin thakbe tatodin jeno matha kaj korate pari,tatodin jeno hath -pa sacol rekehe kaje lagate pari....jeno amar chatro chatrider sathe tader amar avigyata share korte parii.....ei voyer graseii je thaki.janine satiii vobisyat ki bolche?oije priyo lekhok /kobir katha bolchilm..tini amader parom shroddhyeo Buddhadeb Guha...sei lekhatai James Joys er A Potrait of Dorian Gray er ekti uddhriti diyechen---'To live,to err,to face,to triumph,to recreate life out of life';abaar Walt Whitman er Leaves of Grass er je uktiguli likhechen---
The smallest sprout shows there is really no death,
And if ever there was,it led forward life,and
Does not wait at the
End to arrest it,
And ceased the moment life appeared
All goes onward and onward...nothing collapses,
and to die is different from anyone supposed ,
and luckier.
uddhriti jai thak na keno manus mrityu voy pabei etaai manuser manus howar prothom poricoy.sei ajana acena jayga ja se ekaai vog korbe,jekhane kono atmiyo bondhur jayga nei,kemn hobe sei jayga?kichu na paoar asa thakle amra jemn sab sei sarbo saktimaaner hathe chere diii---
sandhya holo go--o ma,sandhya holo buke dharo.
atol kaalo sneher majhe dubiye amay snigdho karo.
firiye ne ma,feeriye ne go--sab se kothay hariyeche go
chorano ei jibon,tomar andhar majhe hok na jaro.
aar amare bahire tomaar kothao jeno jayna dekha.
tomaar rate milak amaar jibon sanjher rasmirekha.
aamay ghiri,aamay cumi,kebol tumi,kebol tumi--
amaar bole ja ache maa,tomaar kore sakol haro.
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