From the Operation Theatre to Poetry Sublime…

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KIRTI RANSHOOR
She’s a Cardiac Anesthetist from Nashik and her first collection of poems ‘Dew Drops’ recently won accolades at as many as three prestigious international Book Fairs – the London Book Fair, the Frankfurt Book Fair and the Chicago Book Fair!
Meet Dr Rupinder Kaur Kaiche, the Anesthetist and the Poet! And what she does in her medical profession often reflects in her poetry…
My Angel
In came my patient anxious
scared yet hopeful
I gave him the elixir of sleep
And transported him to another world
A sharp knife worked its way
Neatly over the chest
And Lo! a beautiful heart looked at me
Tired diseased yet smiley
As I worked hard to keep it working
A little angel gleamed at me
He made the heart beat…
each beat glowing with life and love
spreading the warmth in every nook and corner…
Dr Rupinder says, “Sometime doctors say that the patient may not survive. But surprisingly, the patient survives. I strongly feel that there is something beyond science which keeps the patient alive.” This divine power is what she has depicted in her poem My Angel. She feels this divine power is present in the patient itself.
Inspired by Nature
But most of her poems are inspired by Nature. She observes nature closely and appreciates its beauty which is reflected in her poems on rain, birds, butterflies, turtle, waterfall, sunflower, fireflies, woodpecker and ant hill, whale, fragrance of flowers, dust, river, the sun, moon and so on.
Midnight Moon
Amidst the eerie silence of the night
hoots an owl hidden away
and the squeaking bats come fluttering
black dots on the white midnight moon
Her romanticism also shows through clearly in her poetry. All distinctive features of romantic poetry like imagination, love for nature, romance, melancholy, nostalgia, sentiments, emotion, super naturalism and music can be observed in her poems. Some of her poems are autobiographical and some use imagery derived from nature.
The weather changed
sunshine had gone
I could not see you,
the rain obscured
I started to drown
I cried for my God
I found him lost
Was I in love with a Ghost...
Rupinder considers trees her friends. Her poem My Gulmohor Tree poignantly reflects emotions such as friendship, separation and grief…
I spoke to him uninhibited
my secrets, my fear, my passion
my love and regrets
I hugged him whenever I returned home
And then one day
they came with axes to kill my friend
He gave them shadow till he died…
She also loves to write about birds and has written many poems on birds. One of them is…
The Cuckoo
Hidden amidst the rustling leaves
of trees kissing the passing clouds
It’s voice sweet as nectar
No one wishes to see it
but the Lord bows to its sound !
Chandigarh to Nashik
Born and brought up in Chandigarh, Rupinder had come to Mumbai for her medical education. She completed her MBBS from Sion and PG from KEM hospital, got married to a Maharashtrian Cardiothoracic Surgeon Dr Rahul Kaiche and moved to UK for 5 years. They returned to Mumbai, but soon got fed up of Mumbai’s hectic life and moved to peaceful and green Nashik to enjoy the good climate here and ‘live’ a quality life. Greenery and peace are the hallmarks of this city and it’s little wonder that this city’s natural beauty reflects in her poems too.
The Beginning
Rupinder’s tryst with poetry began when she won her first award in North Zone Inter- State school poetry competition when she was in Gurunanak Public school, Chandigarh. Then she stopped writing poems for three years.
Rupinder used to study till late in the night and wake up late in the morning, but once her mother woke her up before dawn to study for her SSC exams. Rupinder went up to the terrace to study and the beauty of the sky at dawn rekindled her subconscious thirst for writing poems. Sitting on the terrace that morning she wrote a poem describing the colourful aurora of dawn. And she has never stopped writing since…
Beauty at Dawn
The Earth has never seemed so beautiful
When the Golden rays of sun shadow the sky
When the Earth is wearing a garment
of zephyr shorn of dust and storm
And pearly dew drops shining
That is the beauty at Dawn
No Rhyme but Rhythm
Most of her poems stand rhyme-less. Some begin with rhyme and some end with rhyme. One can even find some internal rhyming here and there. But her poems have rhythm. The discerning will find shades of William Shakespeare in her poetry as she accentuates extreme emotions in her poems through natural imagery, such as…
The sea that gives and takes life,
don’t give me your pity and belittle my life…
And others will hear echoes of William Wordsworth and John Keats as in…
I flew with the sparrow
walking in the woods
up higher and higher
those tiny shiny dew drops
scattered over grass blades
Music in her poetry
The rhythm in her poetry probably comes from her love for music. Rupinder is also a musician who plays the Sitar and can also play the Harmonium and Jal Tarang. She appreciates sounds, rhythm and tunes. She says, “I play music for my patients in the hospital because music has the power to heal.”
In fact, she has written a poem on The Tabla that clearly manifests the importance of music in her life.
I lay on a corner quiet
Till your finger touched
Alive came our world
Your fingers danced on me
And I sang to you
Some of her poems reveal her deep longing to sing, to pluck the strings of the Sitar and find solace in music.
Let me sing aloud
the song of the croaking frog
and the moaning beatles
free my soul unbound.
In another poem she writes…
The bees sang their humming song
which was melodious and long.
Alive and Vibrant
Rupinder believes in today. Her positive attitude shines through in the lines…
Tomorrow is far away,
Let that day be today.
Her soul is unshackled and she doesn’t think twice about romancing the wind too!
Come walk with me O ! Wind
Hold my lonely hand…

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