Monday, March 14, 2011

FLOWERS OF RAJPATH ASKED ME WHY YOU DO NOT SMILE..March.14.11.


Ajay Ahuja Neha!!!!!!!!!!I am proud of you and your grace and thoughts as well : otherwise I am surrounded by fools: I asked the bullshit genii to go your school level and learn what Nanak preached: These psychic people simply spied on me throughout this day instead Now how can you expect that Indian beggars can become good voters and how a good government can come to powers. But I really wish you a good luck from the core of my heart.

Sunday, March 13, 2011

FLOWERS OF RAJPATH..March 13.11 .8.13 PM

Today as the best minds put their whole worth just to waste their time

my time shall remain with you
my logic of keeping relevance
and happening moments
may not be in my hands

I keep the technique of making
sand dunes

One goes with the whims of time
I make another one

I am made for it

is it the game of life
or the love itself

may be both

I remember you
beyond the plasmatic speed
so it simply obviates
the need of your being with and around me

It doesn't mean
I don't fall to monotony lit large

I have to create my own moments
just to keep me intact

for the other eventful day

I shall go my office

you will occupy your seat of work

and do not forget
I am just at your hand's distance

You may not see me

but I can see and feel all

even your heart

source: shipra.v


Friday, March 11, 2011

FLOWERS OF RAJPATH..March.11,11.8.26 PM

one fine evening I happened to see a movie Pakiza

for me these bullshit movies are simply useless stuff around

reason is very simple

I simply don't appreciate the hyper created by such things

so is the case of damn novels around
I see no fun in long long stories creating and evoking allusions and exotic nerves around ( here I include all such stuff whether its of hi fi literature etc,)

again the reason is simple too

I have not seen even a single person who really changed himself or herself out of this stuff

If these stupid things can not bring any positive change
I really fail to understand why the stuff and for whom its meant for

One day this beauty encountered me
I litterally could see and feel her nerves

and one fine morning she succumbed to the reality around

then why the bullshit feelings are made hyper/hypo in literature itself

if its made for time pass
then I feel Its far far better to pass time whilst remembering the god in abstract form

but even this bullshit god can not change the decision which this beauty opted and made me to stroll around finding the meaning of love , if it exists at all

At this moment she is preparing her dishes I know it
but why she put lethal bacteria in my dishes
I stopped the evening food itself/ (if she happens to read this article = she should know I literally made me not to accept food at any event of the day.)

But she can not ever realise
the cost which I paid for her decision

this was the question which the senior lady officer asked me
my reply was :

Look madam ( her name is Sunena Bharti ) there is not even a single beauty around who can understand my worth and stand to the tune of the time

she simply said: sir, you are simply under estimating you

I knew at my heart

which she can not know
even if she takes another birth

such are my lonely moments
and me

source: shipra .v

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Thursday, March 10, 2011

FLOWERS OF RAJPATH..6.19 AM.10.03,11


as the Sun shall come with its cosmic mundanes

I have awakened far ahead

may be my mundanes have simply become obsolete

does it mean I have gone literally beyond time

I will not say anything

reasons are too simple

yesterday evening my lady senior officer asked me
why don't you opt out of isolated world

I did reply her
but that's hidden here

may be I have gone beyond the need of love
does it mean that peoples whom I loved most, have ditched me
and boast of their strength and possession of their worth of love and strength of future

I will again remain silent

does it mean I have evolved literally to live in vacuum
again I will remain silent

does it mean I don't need love itself

probably Now I shall say yes

My heart becomes terribly annoyed

I know it looks always for love

I ask this stupid child with me

I don't accept conditional love

it makes no sense to it

I simply remain calm

my soul whispers

Look my dear heart
" you simply can not understand the plasmatic entity with whom you are associated"

I again remain calm

As I know
my all efforts shall not simply calm my heart

the struggle of existence shall continue

so my fights will never end

does it mean I have concluded to fight til the last bullet and the last final breath

probably the reply is yes only

source: Neha c.Mehta, shipra.v

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Sunday, March 6, 2011

FLOWERS OF RAJPATH..March 6.11 6.42 PM

as the day has given its place for the dark moments to come

every dark has different effect to the scenario in question

I have allowed myself to get swayed away by your aura only
to get angled
may be to the moments with
to fetch an elixir

sometimes it comes
with the flowers fresh
chosen to the choice

it fails literally
over the other ones

I fail at no moments
its an eternal way
in either of the colours

some times
the dark replaces
colours become invisible

I do know
its their time
and me to hibernate

the other relevance
of your resonated existence
to make me still more worth

I've seen my love
changing its own colours
in a quest to bring
what is too enigmatic to my interiors

the time shall get a pulse
hither to
I pass by
to remember you

the colours
you bestowed upon

I live my moments
with your breath

it may look too unscientific

its doesn't matter

sciences can't bring my love
I know to the last thread

I make your breath
from the thin airs

that's the beauty
of your love

which you never intended

I hardly care
whether you gave your love

or

its me only
to resonate your love

around me and my visions

source: Neha.c.mehta,kiran&anu,Dr.dimpal bansal





my dear psychologists you're damn fool around

Talk Doesn’t Pay, So Psychiatry Turns to Drug Therapy

Richard Perry/The New York Times

“I had to train myself not to get too interested in their problems, and not to get sidetracked trying to be a semi-therapist.” DR. DONALD LEVIN, a psychiatrist whose practice no longer includes talk therapy.

DOYLESTOWN, Pa. — Alone with his psychiatrist, the patient confided that his newborn had serious health problems, his distraught wife was screaming at him and he had started drinking again. With his life and second marriage falling apart, the man said he needed help.

Farewell to the Couch

Articles in this series will examine recent shifts in medical care.

Are You a Doctor?

Share your insights on the changing medical profession with The New York Times and the Public Insight Network from American Public Media.

Tell us your story.

Richard Perry/The New York Times

Dr. Donald Levin

But the psychiatrist, Dr. Donald Levin, stopped him and said: “Hold it. I’m not your therapist. I could adjust your medications, but I don’t think that’s appropriate.”

Like many of the nation’s 48,000 psychiatrists, Dr. Levin, in large part because of changes in how much insurance will pay, no longer provides talk therapy, the form of psychiatry popularized by Sigmund Freud that dominated the profession for decades. Instead, he prescribes medication, usually after a brief consultation with each patient. So Dr. Levin sent the man away with a referral to a less costly therapist and a personal crisis unexplored and unresolved.

Medicine is rapidly changing in the United States from a cottage industry to one dominated by large hospital groups and corporations, but the new efficiencies can be accompanied by a telling loss of intimacy between doctors and patients. And no specialty has suffered this loss more profoundly than psychiatry.

Trained as a traditional psychiatrist at Michael Reese Hospital, a sprawling Chicago medical center that has since closed, Dr. Levin, 68, first established a private practice in 1972, when talk therapy was in its heyday.

Then, like many psychiatrists, he treated 50 to 60 patients in once- or twice-weekly talk-therapy sessions of 45 minutes each. Now, like many of his peers, he treats 1,200 people in mostly 15-minute visits for prescription adjustments that are sometimes months apart. Then, he knew his patients’ inner lives better than he knew his wife’s; now, he often cannot remember their names. Then, his goal was to help his patients become happy and fulfilled; now, it is just to keep them functional.

Dr. Levin has found the transition difficult. He now resists helping patients to manage their lives better. “I had to train myself not to get too interested in their problems,” he said, “and not to get sidetracked trying to be a semi-therapist.”

Brief consultations have become common in psychiatry, said Dr. Steven S. Sharfstein, a former president of the American Psychiatric Association and the president and chief executive of Sheppard Pratt Health System, Maryland’s largest behavioral health system.

“It’s a practice that’s very reminiscent of primary care,” Dr. Sharfstein said. “They check up on people; they pull out the prescription pad; they order tests.”

With thinning hair, a gray beard and rimless glasses, Dr. Levin looks every bit the psychiatrist pictured for decades in New Yorker cartoons. His office, just above Dog Daze Canine Hair Designs in this suburb of Philadelphia, has matching leather chairs, and African masks and a moose head on the wall. But there is no couch or daybed; Dr. Levin has neither the time nor the space for patients to lie down anymore.

On a recent day, a 50-year-old man visited Dr. Levin to get his prescriptions renewed, an encounter that took about 12 minutes.

Two years ago, the man developed rheumatoid arthritis and became severely depressed. His family doctor prescribed an antidepressant, to no effect. He went on medical leave from his job at an insurance company, withdrew to his basement and rarely ventured out.

“I became like a bear hibernating,” he said.

Missing the Intrigue

He looked for a psychiatrist who would provide talk therapy, write prescriptions if needed and accept his insurance. He found none. He settled on Dr. Levin, who persuaded him to get talk therapy from a psychologist and spent months adjusting a mix of medications that now includes different antidepressants and an antipsychotic. The man eventually returned to work and now goes out to movies and friends’ houses.

The man’s recovery has been gratifying for Dr. Levin, but the brevity of his appointments — like those of all of his patients — leaves him unfulfilled.

“I miss the mystery and intrigue of psychotherapy,” he said. “Now I feel like a good Volkswagen mechanic.”

“I’m good at it,” Dr. Levin went on, “but there’s not a lot to master in medications. It’s like ‘2001: A Space Odyssey,’ where you had Hal the supercomputer juxtaposed with the ape with the bone. I feel like I’m the ape with the bone now.”

The switch from talk therapy to medications has swept psychiatric practices and hospitals, leaving many older psychiatrists feeling unhappy and inadequate. A 2005 government survey found that just 11 percent of psychiatrists provided talk therapy to all patients, a share that had been falling for years and has most likely fallen more since. Psychiatric hospitals that once offered patients months of talk therapy now discharge them within days with only pills.