फुल टाईम जॉब - पार्ट टाईम छंद आणि घडला एक चित्रकार, बिजयानंद बिसवाल (Bijayanand Biswal)

 फुल टाईम जॉब - पार्ट टाईम छंद आणि घडला एक चित्रकार, बिजयानंद बिसवाल (Bijayanand Biswal)

स्टेशन धर्मपूर , हिमाचल . "तिकीट प्लिज" काहीशा नाराजीतच आपली तिकिटे टी.सी. च्या हातात सोपवीत आपले सामान ढकलत तो इसम घाईत स्टेशना बाहेर पडला. पांढरी पॅन्ट - काळा कोट - युनिफॉर्म मधील त्या तिकीट चेकर कडे त्या इसमाने फारसे लक्ष देखील दिले नाही, त्याचा चेहरा पाहिला नाही किंवा त्याच्या कोटावरील असलेली  नेम प्लेट वाचली नाही. तेंव्हा टीसीचे नाव तो कसे जाणणार ? पण नावात काय आहे? मात्र त्या तिकीट चेकरला हे सारे 'रुटीन' होते. त्याच्या फुल टाईम जॉबचा एक भाग होता. दिवस भरातील आपल्या  ह्या ८ तासांच्या नोकरीत त्याने अनेकांना हटकून त्यांची तिकिटे तपासली असावीत आणि अनेकांना दंड / 'फाईन' भरण्यास भागही पाडले असावे. वर्षा मागून वर्ष लोटली. कोळशाचे इंजिन जाऊन डिझेल- इलेक्ट्रिकची इंजिने आली. धर्मपूर झाले, कानपुर झाले आणि नागपूर झाले. अनेक बदल्या झाल्या. बढती - प्रमोशन मिळत गेले आणि ते झाले 'चिफ तिकीट इन्स्पेक्टर'. हे सर्व घडत असताना ते आपला एक छंद जोपासत होते. कामाच्या वेळे नंतर ८-९ तासांचा वेळ ते  आपल्या छंदाला देत. आणि घडत गेला एक असामान्य चित्रकार. रेल्वेच्या ह्या सांसारिक, धकाधकीच्या आणि गोंधळाच्या दुनियेत एक उत्कृष्ट चित्रकार जन्माला येईल असे कोणाला वाटले देखील नसेल. कदाचित आपल्याही त्यांनी हटकले असेल. आपल्या तिकीटाची तपासणी केली असेल. पण आपणालाही त्यांचे नाव माहीत नसेल. अहो, नावात काय आहे?

बिजयचे संपूर्ण नाव बिजयानंद बिसवाल असे असले तरी लहानपणी सर्व त्याला बिजॉय,बिजय, बिजू, बिज्या असे हाक मारीत असतीलही. आपल्या 'मनकी बात' मध्ये पंतप्रधान मोदीजींनी बिसवालांच्या नावाचा उल्लेख केला आणि लोकं त्यांच्या कामांची दखल घेऊ लागले आहेत. आज ते उत्कृष्ट चित्रकार म्हणून ओळखले जातात. मी खात्रीने सांगतो की तुम्ही त्यांची चित्रं पाहाल तर ती सारी चित्रं नक्कीच 'शेअर' कराल! असो.

बिजयचा जन्म ओरिसातील अंगुल जिल्हातील पल्लाहरा गावात झाला. त्यांचे वडील एक लहानसे व्यापारी होते. त्यांना ३ भाऊ आणि १ बहीण. त्यांचे शालेय शिक्षण एका शासकीय शाळेत झाले. एका मुलाखतीत ते म्हणतात ," चित्रकलाही एक दैवी देणगी आहे. कलेतील आपले कौशल्य शिक्षणातून जरूर वाढवता येते, पण हाडाचा कलावंत होण्यासाठी (true - blue artist), कलेतील बारकावे ओळखणे आणि त्यांतील वेगवेगळे विषय समजण्यासाठी तुम्हाला चित्रकार म्हणून जन्मच घेणे आवश्यक असते !"

त्यांचा हा प्रवास लहानपणीच घरातील भिंती आणि जमिनीवर कोळश्यानी किंवा खडुनी एखादे चित्र रेखाटणे आणि आईच्या मातीच्या चुलीवर राखेने फुल-पानांची सुरेख कलाकृती तयार करून सुरु झाला. जमीन-भिंतीं कॅनवास म्हणून आणि चारकोल रुपी पेंट ब्रश वापरणे हेच फक्त परवडत होते. त्यांना वयाच्या २०व्या वर्षी पहिली रिंग पेटी मिळाली.

 सुरवातीला केवळ अनुभवासाठी, विरंगुळा म्हणून आणि निर्मळ आनंद मिळवण्या करीता शाळेतील शिक्षकांच्या तस्विरी (portraits)  ते तयार करू लागले, सोबत घरा जवळ असलेल्या सायकल स्टोर्स साठी पाट्या बनवणे हे उद्योग चालूच होते. व्हिडीओ पार्लर साठी अमिताभ बच्चन आणि रेखाचे पॉर्टरेट झाले आणि शेवटी मासिकां करिता इलस्ट्रेशन पाठवू लागले. एका मुलाखतीत ते म्हणतात, " मला माहित होते की मला अशा नोकरीची गरज होती की त्या जॉब मध्ये कोणत्या प्रकारचा ताण (stress) नसेल आणि भारतीय रेल्वे एम्प्लॉयर म्हणून माझ्यासाठी आदर्श ठरले. मी रेल्वेत अलीकडे मुख्य तिकीट इंस्पेप्टर म्हणून काम करतो. काम सांभाळून सवडीने माझ्या कलेची जोपासना करू शकलो. येथे माझ्या गुणांना भरपूर वाव मिळाला. आणि म्हणूनच माझ्या बहुसंख्य  चित्रांत रेल्वे स्टेशन हा विषय प्रामुख्याने जाणवेल."

 त्यांचे पहिले चित्र 'बटपरा चे स्टेशन' जहांगीर आर्ट गॅलरी मध्ये प्रसिद्ध झाले. त्याला चांगला प्रतिसाद मिळाला. त्यांचा लौकिक  वाढला. आणि म्हणून त्यांनी ही 'रेल्वेची' मालिका चालू ठेवण्याचा निश्र्चय केला. त्या चित्रात दोन साधू चित्रित केले होते. अंधश्रद्धा म्हणा किंवा त्यांचा भाबडा विश्वास म्हणा त्यांच्या अनेक चित्रात एखादा तरी  साधू  'my good luck charm' (त्यांच्याच शब्दात) चित्राच्या कानाकोपऱ्यात  दिसू लागला. आणि ह्या रेल्वे प्लॅटफॉर्म श्रेणीत 'ओला चिंब प्लॅटफॉर्म' हा त्यांचा हॉलमार्क. बिसवाल ह्यांना तसे लहानपणापासून पाण्याचे फार आकर्षण. इतर भाऊ घर जवळ असलेल्या  तलावात पोहत तर बिजय चक्क नदीत पोहत असे आणि एकदा तर तो बुडणार होता.  ते म्हणतात, "आपल्या कोरड्या व धुळीच्या देशात 'पानी सुकून देता है ', मला पाण्यातील प्रतिबिंबाचे चित्रीकरण करायला फार आवडते. पाऊस प्लॅटफॉर्मचा आरसा (liquid mirror) बनवतो. लोकांची ती धडपड, प्रत्येकांची देहबोली (Body Language), त्यांचा तो भारतीयपणा , त्यांचे वेग-वेगळे lलहान -मोठे सामान, ह्या सर्वांचे चित्र काढण्यास मला आवडते आणि अतिशय आनंदही  मिळतो."

ऍक्रिलिक पेंटच्या माध्यम वापरण्याच्या मोहात ते २००० च्या सुरवातीला पडले. त्याचे मुख्य कारण ऑईल पेंटिंग सुकण्यास तब्बल २० किंवा त्याहून अधिक दिवस लागतात आणि हे त्यांना आवडत नाही. ते अजून वॉटर कलरची कलाकृती करतात. "अर्थात ऑईल किंवा ऍक्रिलिक प्रमाणे ती जास्त विकली जात नाहीत. पण त्यात तुम्हाला एक आर्टिस्ट म्हणून 'एक्सपेरिमेंट' करण्यास भरपूर वाव मिळतो. आपण कोठेही जाऊन एखादे स्केच पॅडवर वॉटर कलरने पेंटिंग करू शकतो. ऍक्रेलिक साठी फळा व लाकडी चौकट (easel), तसेच बाहेरील हवामान परिणामकारक असते - ऊन आणि वारा  पेंटिंगला लवकर सुकवून  टाकतो, तेंव्हा ऍक्रिलिक आणि ऑईल पेंटिंग  स्टुडियोतच  ठीक."

ते म्हणतात, " मी अतिशय भाग्यशाली आहे. आज मीडिया आणि जनसंपर्कांमुळे माझे काम अनेकांना माहीत झाले. हे सारे माझ्या कल्पने पलीकडचे आहे. मी नुकताच रशियातून परतलो. मला एका प्रदर्शना करिता आमंत्रित केले होते. माझी १५ चित्रं तेथे प्रदर्शित केली गेली. टीव्ही वर माझ्या बद्धल सांगण्यातही आले.(अर्थात काय सांगण्यात आले ते मला समजले नाही.) बी बी सी वर मुलाखत झाली. प्रदर्शना निमित्त मी बराच प्रवास करतो. वारंवार होणाऱ्या प्रवासामुळे केवळ कल्पनेनेच  कोणताही आणि कोठेही असलेल्या प्लॅटफॉर्मची चित्र मी माझ्या डोळ्या समोर उभे करू शकतो. त्यासाठी तेथे जातीने असण्याची गरज भासत नाही. प्रत्येक कॉलम, इलेक्ट्रिक पोल , गाडीची नेमकी जागा - हे सारे माझ्या डोळ्या समोर येते. "

ही सारी होती रेल्वे मालिकेतील चित्रं  . मी एक सामान्य माणूस आहे. मला चित्रकलेचे फारसे ज्ञान नाही. चित्रांचे रसग्रहण (critical appreciation) मला जमणार नाही. पण ही सारी चित्रं मला जिवंत, कॅमेऱ्यांनी टिपलेल्या फोटो सारखी (so photo-realistic) वाटतात. चित्रातील रेखीवपणा, बारीक-सारीक तपशील (प्लॅटफॉर्मच्या छपरावर लटकत असलेले स्पिकर्स,दूर टोकाला दिसणारे सिग्नल्स आणि  कॅंटीन स्टॉल,इंडिकेटर ,दूर पुसट होतचाललेला देखावा, रुळावर काम करणारे रेल्वे कर्मचारी, प्रत्येक प्रवाश्याचे बारकाईने केलेले चित्र वर्णन - दोन युविका एकाच छत्रीत आणि त्यांची स्वतःला सांभाळू की छत्रीला सांभाळू अशी स्थिती, साडी थोडी वर सारीत ओल्या प्लॅटफॉर्म पार करीत असलेली महिला, दूरवर दिसत असलेला बॅकग्राउंड देखावा, ओव्हर-हेड वायर्स, पाठीमागे दिसत असलेला रेल्वे पूल, मोर पक्षी,  ), सारे काही मोहक वाटते.पाण्यात पडलेली प्रतिबिंबं खरीखुरी वाटतात - अँगल ऑफ रिफ्लेक्शनची जाण ठेऊन सारी चित्रं रंगवली आहेत. प्रत्येक चित्र आपल्याला जवळचा देखावा ठळक दाखवत दूरवर नेते आणि पुसट होतगेलेले  दृश्य दूरदूर जात नाहीसे होईल असे वाटते.

आणि ही पहा  इतर काही पेंटिंग: आकाशातील काळे ढग वरील चित्रात आपण पाहिले तसेच पाण्यानी ओला झालेला परिसर आणि त्या मुळे दिसणारे प्रतिबिंब. खालील काही चित्रात ऊन आणि सावल्यांचे सुंदर देखावे दिसतात.

वरील चित्रात रॉनाल्डोचे व्यक्तिचित्रण अप्रतिम वाटते. खालील चित्राला त्यांनी नाव दिले आहे ' Chip off the old block'.१६ x २२ इंच हॅन्ड मेड पेपर वर वॉटर कलरने केलेली एक कलाकृती. ह्या चित्रा बद्धल ते म्हणतात, "Portrait of the tree that offers me shadow on my roof terrace that doubles up as my studio. I picked one of its dead branches as my subject. The peeling dead trunk ( no more now )offered itself as a perfect model when I was going through one of those “painter’s block..the work turned out nice and got sold too..!"

इंटरनेट मुळे आपल्या अशा काही व्यक्तिंची प्रत्यक्ष न भेटताच  ओळख होते. आणि आज माझी ह्या आगळ्या वेगळ्या चित्रकाराशी भेट झाली. नवीन पिढीला काय संदेश? त्यांचा खरेपणा आणि विनयशीलता त्यांच्या उत्तराने जाणवतो.

"I am not competent enough to give any message. All I would like to say is that we should never let our hobbies die. Pursue your passion with zeal. They will motivate you to work harder and lead a happy life."

                                                                                                 विनय त्रिलोकेकर

ON BEING LOYAL TO QUEEN'S ENGLISH!

On Being Loyal to Queen’s English!

There was this very news.

I read just this morning and it minded me of my blog-post ‘ENGLISH, DESI FLAVOUR AND OF COURSE ME!’  I had written thus:

Children are always amazing. They are spontaneous and downright funny. They coin words in such a way that you and me would never imagine. In case we were to incorporate these children’s quotes in some Children’s Dictionary it would certainly make interesting reading.

Sarah, my grand- daughter, is now nine years old (She will be ten on this thirteenth). She lives in Saudi with her parents and visits us during her vacations. She speaks fluently in Hindi and English. When she is around here in India, she tries to speak to us in Marathi, often coining words in a funny way. It was some four years ago. I was surprised to see a peacock on the roof- top of a building just opposite to ours. I called out Sarah, “Sarah, come here. There a peacock over there.” I remember the word Dekhla she had called out on seeing a peacock on a roof- top of a building, just opposites ours. When I called her to show that peacock, she had said, “Mi dekhla”, ‘I saw’, was what she meant. Mi = I (in Marathi) but the word dekla was indeed innovative – coined from Hindi dekha and Marathi baghit la, both meaning ‘saw’. I belong to a generation from India where we never said to our parents that we loved them. Sitting with them, talking to them, eating meals together was our way expressing our love. But the word ‘Love’ is hardly ever used to express what we feel towards each other.  There was no need for that expression ever. In the same manner, we don’t expect my son, my bahu and our sweet little choti bachhi Sarah to say ‘I love’ to us every time they call from abroad. We know that all of them do love us immensely as much as our daughter.  My little darling Sarah does say, “I love you, baba!” to me or “I love you, aai” to my wife. It feels nice to hear such words as Aai and Baba instead of the English Granny and Grand pa or even aaji and    aajoba (in Marathi) or dadi and dada(in Hindi). Maybe because our children called us mummy and daddy. 

Then there was this kid, Bharati, some 8 years or so (at that time and today, she has grown up children of her own). She had come to visit my mami (aunt), who happened to be the girl’s granny. Bharati was telling her about her school, her teacher and recited all the poems she had learnt. My mami was impressed; I could see it in her eyes. “My little Bhartu, oh my phad phad English speaking doll”, so saying she picked her up and took her in her arms. Embarrassment was writ all over her face – grown up girl of 2^nd standard being taken up and thus cuddled in arms – this was simply too much! But what the little one said was amazing. “Oh God, Aaji (granny) has taken me kade!” Spontaneously she had used the beautiful Marathi word ‘kade’ or ‘kadevar’ for crude English ‘taken me in her arms’.

Children are funny! This happened when Sanju, my nephew, was young (But he is still funny. But that’s different story), may be about six years then. He was looking at our ceiling fan. Suddenly he said, “Mama, your fan goes round and round”. “Why, yours doesn’t?”, I asked. “Yes, it does. It goes ‘gur gur’ But it also says ‘No – No’”, so saying he moved his neck to the left and then to the right and repeated the action several times. I realised that he was talking about the table fan in his room.

What perhaps started as child’s innovative episodes is now taking firm root in our write ups and communications. One may like certain ‘Hinglish’ words, but to use these words in formal communications is something else. I have decided to preserve, at any cost, my Oxford Dictionary (1950 edition), passed on to me by my father, passing through hands of my four sisters before coming to me. It has all the authentic English words and phrases and idioms. The current editions of Oxford Dictionary, they say, have some 200 Indian words. (We should be proud, you would say) Words like bungalow, masala, vindaloo, lakh(lac), crore, taluka and many others have been popular and frequently used by English speakers in Britain and America since the time of the British Raj. Their distinction of being of Indian origin is almost forgotten.  Who knows, the dictionary will have phrases like – '...he will take mi kade' ( it will not be required to put it in italics), ‘The earth goes gur gur around itself’, ‘....his aai and baba took good care of him’, 'he spoke in phad phad English','..this duniya' is very small indeed',etc.

 At times, it is quite a fun to read the net lingo. Some of those words are also incorporated, again they say, in the latest edition of Ox. Dic.( that’s my abbreviation 4 u). Hence we have something like ‘chillax’ (chill out and relax), ‘stavacation’ (staying at home on a vacation). With introduction of 1000 odd new words, many slangs will get official entry in schools. God save the Queen.. oops Queen's English!

But I shall retain and preserve my own dictionary, the original one, to check that I have spelt ‘Quality’ correctly and not written it as Kwality  and would not need any Xpert (sorry, expert to be correct) to tell me about it. I shall have all the samoaas, tikkas, paneer, tandoories- the whole lot of Indian cuisine – with all its desi flavour and devour all those 60 odd mouth watering recipes with the foodie’s unique twists from ‘Made in India’ by Kunal Vijayakar, (It is, no doubt, in simple language and the recipes can be followed by anyone, even those like me, who have never entered the kitchen; but honestly speaking, I have not ventured as yet into that adventurous field of doing some cooking myself) or indulge in all those dishes prepared for me from Sanjeev Kapoor’s ‘Khazana’ or even have, as a side dish, Sarla Dalal’s ‘Auchi Calorie Paushtic Aahaar’.  But as for English --- no desi flavour please!  More loyal to Queen’s English than the Queen herself!

                                                                                                 Vinay Trilokekar

 

RIP BUD SPENCER!

The other day I was watching ‘They call me Trinity’, a 1970 movie a typical western movie with a typical plot and had the same ‘masala’ that any Bud Spencer – Terence Hill movie would have. This was certainly not the first time that I was watching this movie. I am a movie buff (enthusiast) and often watch movies umpteen times, you see. But every time I watch with a different perspective. 
 As a kid I always enjoyed these westerner entertainers and still do now as young man of seventy.

I loved the very opening scene in the movie - Trinity, an unkempt, care free western gunfighter being dragged on a sledge, I think it is called travois, by his horse. His unnaturally fast drawing ability and his marksmanship, the way draws his gun and shoots his enemies before they can shoot him in the back, has always been treat to watch!
 
As kids we cousins would enact some character or the other from these ‘flicks’ in our games, which we called ‘Bang – bang’. Bandu would often send Rama, his family servant, to call me to play at his residence, where just two of us would play these bang –bang games in a small passage in my aunty, Kamal Maushi’s place. He had collection of guns, toy ones as well as the real but broken and discarded ones of his dad’s. We were allowed to play with them. He would ask me to be some Red Indian character, some insignificant ‘Apache’ character or a villain like ‘Clarence Leroy Van Cleef. The partition door made up our fort and it was fun to scale the door as ‘apache’ guy and engage in those mock fights with my cousin. We would roll bus tickets into cigars and put in the corner of our lips and throw the dialogues through our clenched teeth, just the way our heroes in the movies did. 

Bandu could easily blend into different roles that he played in our games. He would play the characters played by John Wayne, Clint Eastwood, James Stewart, Burt Lancaster, Kirk Douglas, Gregory Peck, and many others. But the best one was his ‘Yul Brynner’, his head had been shaved off that time, perhaps it was done for his ‘Munj’ or ‘thread ceremony’, I do not remember. But what I do remember is that Bandu had this natural talent for acting and if someone from the film industry had ever spotted him then, Bandu would have been a very good child artist and a great star actor of today and that too much before Mahesh did. Whenever we were tired of playing any game we would shout, “Let’s play Bang-Bang ”and out came our toy guns and switch over to our favourite game. It was fun to play these games in Ajinkya Mansion, where there were many of us. The elevator became our prison cell. Most of us could draw our toy guns a number of times, may be with some degree of variation, each time holstering it and then slapping some imaginary villain’s face, just the way our hero in the movie did without batting an eye and all before the villain could react or point our gun at the imaginary villain, push it down with our thumb and then spin trigger guard of the gun in our index finger repeatedly and bring it again to point at the villain, the way Clint Eastwood would do. Vijoo would often play some rough character or the other. But I always imagined that the character of that enormous man, an omnipotent buffoon with squinty eyes called Bambino from ‘They call me Trinity’ and ‘Trinity is still my name’, was perfect for him, may be because of Vijoo’s physical structure. 

Bambina was portrayed by Bud Spencer and it was while I was watching this movie that I was reminded of my childhood, of western movies and of Bud Spencer – Bud Spencer had passed away! The next day I learnt that Bud Spencer was no more. He was born on 31 October, 1929 as Carlo Pedersoli. It is said that fairly at studies and played different sports, in particular swimming, for which he showed a great disposition, winning several prizes. In his youth, Mr. Spencer was an athlete, becoming the first Italian to swim the 100-meter freestyle in under a minute. Bud Spencer abandoned his swimming career after the 1960 Olympics in Rome.
He studied chemistry at the Sapienza University of Rome. However, he was obliged to leave his studies when the family moved to America due to father’s work. He worked in the Italian Consulate in Brazil, where he learned fluent Portuguese. Then Colizzi offered a role in a film. Carlo Pedersoli adopted the screen name Bud Spencer — the first name inspired by a beer and the last to honor his favorite star, Spencer Tracy.
Working on a 1967 film, “Dio Perdona Io No” (“God Forgives, I Don’t”), he met Mario Girotti, who would take the screen name Terence Hill and become his frequent movie partner in spaghetti westerns. They went on to work together on over 20 films. Spencer wrote the complete or partial screenplay for some of his movies. This burly comic actor was known as ‘good giant’, who would often punch out bad guys on the screen in a series of westerns.
And while I was watching ‘They call me Trinity’, this ‘Gentle Giant’ had passed away peacefully in Rome at 86 years of age. RIP Bud Spencer!

Vinay Trilokekar

Hoax Messages

Hoax Messages On WhatsApp And Emails

I got this WhatsApp message from one of my cousins as well as an email from a friend with contents almost similar.

Email /WhatsApp msg:

One of the most common email hoaxes showing up in email inboxes & WhatsApp msg , is this one, which reprints a poem supposedly written by a terminally ill young girl in New York, and claiming the American Cancer Society will make a donation to her treatment and recovery plan for each name the email is forwarded to.

Here is one version of the email / WhatsApp msg:

Slow Dance 

It is so easy to lose sight of what is important.

This came this morning as a little reminder.

This poem was written by a terminally ill young girl in a New York Hospital. It was sent by a medical doctor. Make sure to read what is in the closing statement AFTER THE POEM.

Slow Dance

Have you ever watched kids
on a merry-go-round
Or listened to the rain
slapping on the ground?

Ever followed a butterfly's erratic flight
Or gazed at the sun into the fading night?
You better slow down
Don't dance so fast
Time is short
The music won't last

Do you run through each day
on the fly
When you ask "How are you?"
do you hear the reply?

When the day is done,
do you lie in your bed
With the next hundred chores
running through your head?

You'd better slow down
Don't dance so fast
Time is short
The music won't last

Ever told your child,
We'll do it tomorrow
And in your haste,
not see his sorrow?

Ever lost touch,
Let a good friendship die
'Cause you never had time
to call and say "Hi"?

You'd better slow down
Don't dance so fast
Time is short
The music won't last

When you run so fast to get somewhere
You miss half the fun of getting there.
When you worry and hurry through your day,
It is like an unopened gift....
Thrown away...

Life is not a race.
Do take it slower
Hear the music
Before the song is over. 

PLEASE FORWARD THIS TO HELP THIS LITTLE GIRL. ALL FORWARDED E-MAILS 

ARE TRACKED TO OBTAIN THE TOTAL COUNT.

Dear All:

PLEASE pass this mail on to everybody you know.

It is the request of a special little girl who will soon leave this world as she has cancer.

 Please send this to everyone you know or don't know. This little girl has 6 months left to 

live, and as her dying wish, she wanted to send a letter telling everyone to live their life to

 the fullest, since she never will. She'll never make it to prom, graduate from high school, 

or get married and have a family of her own. By you sending this to as many people as 

possible, you can give her and her family a little hope, because with every name that this

 is sent to, The American Cancer Society will donate 3 cents per name to her treatment 

and recovery plan. One guy sent this to 500 people! So I know that we can send it to at 

least 5 or 6. Just think it could be you one day. It's not even your money, just your time!

PLEASE PASS ON AS A LAST REQUEST

Fact:

1] The email is thought to be a revised version of an email that has been around in some form or another since at least 1997. The American Cancer Society is in no way involved in this effort, and never lends its name to chain emails. We certainly do understand the good intentions of those who respond to the email, and hope people who do want to help will find legitimate ways to assist the millions of cancer patients who rely on reputable organizations to improve the daily lives of cancer survivors, and reduce the suffering caused by cancer.

2] This is what we are informed by WhatsApp ( I quote the same in its entirety):

Privacy & Security is in our DNA. From day one, we built WhatsApp to help you stay in with friends, share vital information during a natural disaster, reconnect with separated families, or seek a better life. Some of your most personal moments are shared with WhatsApp, which is why we built end-to-end encryption into the latest versions of our app., when your messages, photos,videos, voice messages, documents and calls are secured from falling into the wrong hands. This enables only you and the person you’re communicating with, to read what is sent and nobody else in between,not even WhatsApp.This is because your messages are secured with a lock, and only recipient and you have the special key needed to unlock and read them.

 Hence for this very reason, I posted  my : 'उचलली बोटें अन् केले फॉरवर्डस आणि पोस्टस!' in Marathi wherein I have written how people impatiently and eagerly (उतावळेपणाने) forward / copy-paste the posts they receive.  So do not be rash and impetuous to forward or copy- paste all messages you receive onWhatsApp or through emails, without verifying the facts.   

                                                        Vinay Trilokekar