He Was a True Admirer… Watches on Both Hands, Pens Around His Neck, and an Unfulfilled Longing in His Heart.

He Was a True Admirer…

Watches on Both Hands, Pens Around His Neck, and an Unfulfilled Longing in His Heart?

Today morning, I heard the heartbreaking news about Nana Patekar… and for a moment, I was left numb.

Nana Patekar was not merely a legendary artist from the soil of Maharashtra; he was an extraordinary actor whom the entire Indian film industry could proudly cherish. The intensity of his acting, his dialogue delivery, his sensitivity, and the remarkable honesty he brought to the screen were truly unmatched.

As I heard the news of his passing today, I was reminded of a small incident from my own life—an incident that may have been brief, but has remained etched in my heart forever.

This happened just ten or fifteen days ago.

We had travelled to Maheshwar, District Khargone, Madhya Pradesh. Situated on the banks of the Narmada, this historic town is deeply associated with the legacy of Devi Ahilyabai Holkar. We had gone for a meal at Banke Bihari Bhojnalaya, located beside the Devi Ahilyabai Holkar Palace.

While we were sitting and having our meal, an elderly gentleman suddenly came up to me.

His name was Bhole.

He must have been around eighty to eighty-two years old. Extremely thin and frail, yet there was something remarkably captivating about his personality.

He was wearing numerous watches on both his hands!

Some were old watches, while others were new.

Naturally, I became curious and asked him,

“Why are you wearing so many watches?”

His answer has stayed with me ever since—

“Life is a struggle… and these watches are symbols of time. The old time and the new time… I am carrying both together.”

Such a simple answer… yet carrying such profound meaning.

But that wasn't all.

He also had ten to fifteen different pens with him.

My son, curious as any child would be, asked him,

“Dadaji, why do you have so many pens?”

His answer left us genuinely amazed.

He said,

“If a schoolchild or any child comes to me and says, ‘Dadaji, give me something’… I take out one of these pens and give it to the child.”

Instead of giving a child chocolate or something to eat, he would place a pen in the child's hand—a small gift encouraging learning and education.

There was a beautiful thought behind this simple gesture: to make children aware of the importance of education, encourage them to study, and, in his own small way, spread the message of education to every child he met.

Rather than keeping things for himself, he chose to put a pen into the hands of a child and encourage that child's education.

Perhaps that is what true richness really means.

As we continued talking, we learned that he was not originally from Madhya Pradesh. He came from a Brahmin family in Maharashtra. He had also lived in Mumbai earlier, but eventually could not sustain himself there and returned to Madhya Pradesh.

He was speaking to me in Hindi. During our conversation, he suddenly said,

“You look exactly like my niece.”

Something about my face had reminded him of his niece.

There was such warmth in his eyes at that moment that I could not help but respect the emotion behind his words. My husband was also with me, and Bholeji spoke openly with him as well.

And then he expressed a wish.

A very simple wish… but looking back today, it feels incredibly profound.

He said,

“I want to go to Mumbai.”

My husband smiled and asked,

“Why do you want to go to Mumbai?”

His answer was—

“I want to meet Nana Patekar.”

For a moment, both of us fell silent.

I looked at him.

A man who had reached this stage of life… who had gone through countless ups and downs… physically tired, frail, dressed simply…

Yet there was still one desire alive in his heart.

He wanted to meet Nana Patekar—just once.

My husband asked him,

“Why do you want to meet Nana Patekar?”

His face suddenly lit up.

He said,

“I have never seen an artist like Nana Patekar. I am a very big fan of his. His acting… his voice… the way he delivers his dialogues… everything touches the heart. Whatever he says, he doesn't merely speak it—he makes you feel it.”

At that moment, I realised something—

Who is a true admirer?

After an artist passes away, thousands of people express their grief on social media.

But if the desire to meet an artist remains alive in the heart of an elderly person, even at such a late stage of life, when perhaps he wants very little from the world anymore…

then he is truly an admirer.

He is a true admirer.

My husband told Bholeji,

“Whenever you come to Mumbai, please let us know. We will certainly try our best to see whether we can help you meet Nana Patekar.”

It was a sincere assurance, but not a false promise. We could not guarantee that the meeting would happen. But we genuinely meant that we would do whatever we could from our side to help fulfil Bholeji's wish.

Today, Nana Patekar is no longer with us.

And as the entire country mourns him, I keep remembering Bholeji, whom we met at that Banke Bihari Bhojnalaya in Maheshwar.

A thought keeps returning to my mind—

Perhaps his wish will now remain unfulfilled…

Perhaps his dream of meeting Nana Patekar will never come true.

But Bholeji showed me a side of Nana Patekar's popularity that may be greater than any award.

The longing that an artist can create in the heart of a complete stranger to meet him.

That is the true power of art.

Nana Patekar did not merely perform characters on screen; he lived them. His voice carried words, but behind those words were emotions. There was no pretence in his acting—only rawness, authenticity, and an honesty that touched the heart.

That is why he did not remain merely an actor…

He became a part of people's hearts.

Today, we have lost a great artist.

A powerful voice has fallen silent.

An extraordinary acting journey has come to an end.

But the characters he created, the dialogues he delivered, the emotions he evoked, and the place he created in the hearts of countless admirers will never disappear.

And for me, the most powerful memory of Nana Patekar today is not an award, nor a famous dialogue…

It is Bholeji, whom we met at that small Bhojnalaya in Maheshwar.

A frail, elderly man…

Standing with the weight of old and new watches on both hands…

Keeping ten to fifteen pens with him…

Giving one of those pens to a child whenever the child said, “Dadaji, give me something…”

Choosing to put a pen in a child's hand instead of a chocolate, hoping to encourage education and the habit of studying…

And carrying just one wish in his heart—

“I want to meet Nana Patekar.”

Today, I remember that unknown admirer…

And I pay my heartfelt tribute to Nana Patekar.

Nana, you may have left us…
but your art, your voice, and the honesty of your acting
will remain alive in countless hearts forever.

A heartfelt tribute. 🙏

— Ranmoti

The Universe of Yashoda’s Love

(Based on “यशोदायाः प्रेमब्रह्माण्डम्” of Ranmoti)

In Nanda’s home there lived a mother,

Who showered love like nectar upon her son.

Through her love, the whole wide world

Seemed to dissolve in Krishna, her little one.

Seeing him eat the earth, she questioned him,

“Why do you eat the soil, my child?”

He opened his mouth before her eyes,

And there she saw a universe vast and wild.

Not merely dust, nor a child’s playful deed,

But Sun and Moon and stars appeared.

Mountains, rivers, earth and sky,

And endless oceans all were spread.

All that moves and all that rests,

Within Krishna’s little mouth she found.

Not just his mouth, but through her love,

The form of the universe shone profound.

Where love is pure, the sight turns divine,

A mother sees the world within her child.

And in that child, the world she sees,

With love so boundless, tender and mild.

A heart filled completely with love

Knows neither boundary nor end.

Krishna lived within Yashoda’s love,

And in Krishna, all worlds transcend.

He was Nanda’s little child,

Yet Janardana, the Lord revered.

Through his mother’s boundless love,

The whole vast universe appeared.

🌸 — Inspired by the divine vision of Mother Yashoda and Lord Krishna 🌸

- रानमोती / Ranmoti

When Venezuela Trembled, India Stood Tall

A Venezuelan mother's story of loss, hope and a helping hand from India

It was a warm, peaceful evening in Venezuela. The last light of the setting sun filtered through the windows, bathing the little living room in gold. Inside, everything felt wonderfully ordinary.

My husband, Carlos, had just returned home from work. He looked tired, but the moment he saw the children, a smile appeared on his face. Our daughter, Sofia, sat nearby with her little book, quietly turning the pages. Our younger son, Mateo, was running around the room with the restless energy that seems to belong only to a seven-year-old. My mother watched him, smiling each time he passed her.

I was in the kitchen preparing dinner, listening to Carlos's voice mingle with the children's laughter.

“Maria, is dinner ready?” Carlos called from the living room.

I smiled. “Almost,” I called back.

For a few precious minutes, nothing in the world seemed wrong. There was no fear. No warning. Just a family together at the end of an ordinary day.

I remember looking at them and thinking how fortunate I was. My husband. My daughter. My little Mateo. My mother.

My entire world, sitting together under one roof.

I did not know then that, within minutes, that roof would become a mountain of rubble—and that the same hands that had prepared dinner for my family would soon be digging desperately through broken stone, searching for my children.

Because sometimes, life gives you no warning before changing forever.

The evening changed in seconds. On June 24, 2026, two powerful earthquakes struck northern Venezuela. The tremors, measuring 7.2 and 7.5 in magnitude, were among the strongest to hit the country in more than a century. The first struck shortly after 6 p.m. local time, followed less than a minute later by the stronger quake.

But at that moment, I knew nothing about magnitudes or seismic records. I knew only that the world beneath our feet had suddenly become uncertain.

The first movement felt almost unreal. Then the walls began to shake. The windows rattled violently. Objects fell from the shelves. The floor seemed to move beneath us.

“Carlos!” I screamed.

He jumped to his feet. Sofia dropped her book. Mateo stopped running. For one terrible moment, all five of us looked at one another.

Then came the sound—a deep, thunderous roar that seemed to rise from beneath the earth itself.

Part of the ceiling collapsed. A wall cracked. Then another. Dust filled the room. Someone screamed. I do not even know whether it was me.

Everything became darkness, noise and falling stone. I fell to the ground. When I opened my eyes, I could barely see through the dust.

“Sofia!”

No answer.

“Mateo!”

Nothing.

My heart seemed to stop. I began pulling away the rubble with my bare hands. One stone. Then another. Then another. My fingers were cut and blood covered my hands, but I felt no pain.

A mother does not think about her own wounds when her children are trapped beneath the ruins. She digs. She searches. She refuses to stop.

“Mateo!”

My voice broke.

“Mama is here!”

Then, from somewhere beneath the rubble, came the faintest sound. A whisper.

“Mama...”

That single word gave me the strength to continue. I dug again. Faster. Harder. With everything I had.

I did not know whether I would succeed. I did not know whether my children were safe. I knew only that they were somewhere beneath me.

And I had to reach them.

The hours that followed were filled with uncertainty. Across northern Venezuela, families searched through damaged buildings. The injured needed medical attention. Communities needed food, medicines, shelter and, above all, hope.

As the scale of the disaster became clear, international assistance began moving towards Venezuela. Among the countries responding was India.

On June 25, Prime Minister Narendra Modi expressed deep sorrow over the devastation in Venezuela, conveyed condolences to the families who had lost loved ones, and said that India stood ready to extend all possible assistance.

The following day, India moved from words to action.

On June 26, 2026, India launched Operation Amistad, a humanitarian assistance and disaster relief mission for earthquake-hit Venezuela.

Amistad. A Spanish word meaning Friendship.

Two Indian Air Force C-17 Globemaster III aircraft departed for Venezuela carrying humanitarian aid, medical supplies and a specialised rescue contingent.

The mission ultimately carried 66 tonnes of humanitarian assistance, including more than 35 tonnes of relief supplies, medicines and medical equipment, an Indian Army field hospital and two BHISHM Cubes—mobile medical units designed to provide emergency care. The field-hospital contingent included 41 members.

Thousands of kilometres separated India from Venezuela. But in that moment, distance seemed far less important than the simple act of reaching out. Help was coming.

I remember seeing people arrive from a country I had never visited. They did not know our families. They did not know our stories. They did not know our names. Yet they had come.

Indian doctors. Indian medical personnel. People carrying medicines and medical equipment. People who had left their own homes to stand beside strangers in ours.

I looked at them and wondered—Why?

Why would people travel thousands of kilometres to help those they had never met?

Then I understood. Perhaps they had not come because they knew us. Perhaps they had come because they knew what it meant to suffer. And perhaps that was enough.

The Indian Army field hospital began providing medical assistance to people affected by the disaster. The team worked around the clock, bringing emergency healthcare to a system already under immense pressure.

For me, however, India was no longer simply a country on a map. India had become—A helping hand.

One evening, as I watched the medical teams at work, I asked my mother, “Why did they come all the way from India?”

She looked at me for a long moment. Her eyes were tired, but there was something peaceful in them.

Then she said quietly, “Perhaps, for them, humanity has no borders.”

I did not fully understand the words at first. Then I remembered something I had heard about India.

Vasudhaiva Kutumbakam.

The whole world is one family.

That day, those words stopped being something I had merely heard. They became real.

We were in Venezuela. They had come from India. Our languages were different. Our cultures were different. Thousands of kilometres separated our homes.

But when one human being reaches out to another in a moment of suffering—distance disappears.

Today, when I look at Sofia and Mateo, I still remember that evening. Carlos coming home. My mother's smile. Mateo running through the room. Sofia turning the pages of her book. The golden light through the window.

And then—the earthquake. The darkness. The rubble. The fear.

And, after all of it, hope.

I tell my children now: “Remember this day. There are many countries in this world. There are many languages. There are many cultures. But there is only one Earth beneath our feet. And wherever you go, never forget that the person standing before you is a human being before anything else.”

Because tomorrow, it may be someone else who needs our hand. And one day, it may be ours.

India's strength is not measured only by its technology, its economy or the strength of its armed forces. There is another kind of strength. A quieter one. It appears when someone is suffering.

India has long presented itself as a peace-loving nation, with dialogue, cooperation and humanity at the heart of its international outlook.

But peace does not mean simply standing still and watching. Sometimes, peace means walking towards another person's pain. Sometimes, it means treating the wounded. Sometimes, it means carrying medicines across oceans. Sometimes, it means saying to a frightened stranger:

“Do not be afraid. We are with you.”

That, to me, was the meaning of Operation Amistad.

Not merely assistance. Not merely medicine. Not merely relief.

But—friendship in action.

Venezuela's Acting President Delcy Rodríguez later thanked Prime Minister Narendra Modi and India for the timely assistance, support and solidarity extended following the earthquakes.

When I heard those words, I thought of my children. I thought of that evening. And I thought of the people who had travelled from so far away to stand beside us.

If someone asks me today, “What did India give you?”

I could say—Medicine. Medical care. Relief supplies.

But those are only things.

What India gave us was something far harder to measure.

India gave us the feeling that we were not alone.

The Earth may be enormous. But humanity can be greater.

Continents may be separated. But compassion should never be.

Countries may have borders. But kindness should have none.

When the Earth trembled in Venezuela, India was thousands of kilometres away.

And yet India was with us.

Perhaps that is what the ancient Indian thought means: Vasudhaiva Kutumbakam. One Earth. One Humanity. One Family.

And if I could send one message across those thousands of kilometres, from my little home in Venezuela to the people of India, it would be very simple:

Thank you, India.

(In the voice of a fictional Venezuelan mother)

- रानमोती / Ranmoti

The Silent Beauty of Switzerland

Across the emerald-green meadows,

beautiful spotted cows graze gently,

in perfect harmony with nature.

Their soft bells echo through the valleys,

creating a melody that soothes every heart.

Travelers from every corner of the world

come here to embrace its peaceful silence,

to breathe the fresh mountain air,

and experience the priceless gift of serenity.

Inside a charming wooden cottage,

a young Swiss woman carefully prepares

pure, traditional cheese.

With every gentle touch,

she preserves the heritage and soul

of her beloved homeland.

As the first golden rays of dawn

kiss the snow-covered Alps,

the majestic mountains rise proudly,

standing like timeless guardians,

watching over the beauty

of this extraordinary land.

Every flower blooms like a poem,

every breeze sings a gentle song;

every sunrise paints hope across the sky,

and every sunset leaves behind

a memory to cherish,

a moment to hold forever.

In this land of mountains, meadows, and skies,

where nature speaks without a sound,

Switzerland reveals its quiet magic—

a beauty that touches the heart

and stays in the soul forever.

- रानमोती / Ranmoti

India's Pride: The Nobel Prize A Nation's Honor

- रानमोती / Ranmoti

Friends, get happiness and energy from your hobbies ..!

Dear friends,

I am sending my view to you in the form of this letter. In today's age of technology, the existence of the letter has come to an end. But, I have chosen this medium especially to reach out to you, because the love, affection and affection you find in the letter may not be found in this new technology and yes you all are very important to me so I am doing this.

        We all have many hobbies, many different things. Some even specialize in their art before marriage. We all cling to our parents and cultivate many of our things on a regular basis. However, after marriage, the picture would have changed completely. Among the responsibilities of the family, only women come forward to give up their own things. They are completely immersed in the upbringing of the children, even before they know when their own choices have taken a secondary place. I don't mean to imply that family members force us to do all this. Often those decisions are our own. Then we unknowingly get caught in this maze. Then you say, isn't family important ? Of course, family is important. But isn't it just as important to make time for yourself ? So what to do such a question arises. You have an option for this question, that is, take five minutes a day for yourself and quietly ask yourself what's different about me, who am I ? So start responding immediately to the answer that comes out of your heart more effectively and yes, whatever you choose to do, don't weigh yourself in a negative way, keep moving forward in a positive way. It can be anything you choose. For example, drawing, decorating, dancing, making others laugh by creating a different way of speaking, even drawing rangoli etc.

        Now, you say what a big deal. This is what anyone does. So friends, even if these things seem small on the surface, these things are very important in your life, find them, start working on them and remember that you don't want to show it to others, you just want to do it for yourself. The reason behind this is that you may be very busy, agile and beautiful till the age of 40, but then you start to lose attention naturally and then the children grow up and they don't feel the need for you much. In its spare time, negativity begins to infiltrate the mind and lead to mental illness.The true joy of life is slowly disappearing and irritability begins to build up about oneself. Save yourself, in time, before you get caught up in all this maze. Even though today apparently everyone is taking care of you, there is no doubt that tomorrow the picture is going to change. So start finding happiness on your own rather than expecting someone else to come and make you happy. Give a little time to your little things every day and keep a beautiful memories, so that today and in the future you will never feel like who I am ? what is my existence? Then these memories will respond to you and play with you with joy. 

        Pursuing your hobbies increases the energy of the mind and builds confidence in every task. It blooms in your eyes and face, no matter how old you are. Instead of being under the illusion that a sun will rise for me and then I will do something for myself, keep doing it in your own name. It is the right of every woman to get happiness and energy from her artistic talents and skills. 

           

          Thank you !

Whatever your hobby, it will give you happiness and energy ..!

With Regards,

(Rani Amol More)

High-Density Immune Vaccine (HDIV) to be explored for fighting COVID-19

(A research article published in IJARIIT Journal dtd. 01-April-2020)

COVID-19 is an infectious disease caused by a newly discovered coronavirus and it spread across geographies, genders and occupations. It appears to plague people ubiquitously including children who, despite hopeful early reports, do not seem more immune to the virus. At present there are many ongoing clinical trials evaluating potential treatments against COVID-19 but there is no specific vaccination to restrict. However, a common statement from all researcher that high immunity patient can fight with it and get recovered. Therefore, needs to develop high-density immune vaccine or medicine to treat COVID-19. Some possible ways to move research forward to create immune vaccine or medicine are proposed herein. 

1. Proved facts about COVID-19 / Corona 

All most 85% patients recovered from COVID-19 / Corona virus because of their high level of internal immunity system with added medicinal supplements provided during the treatment on observed symptoms. On other side low immunity patients are not able to sustain the infection of COVID-19 and finally get deceased. This situation proved that only high immunity system will save the human being from this dangerous virus till the antidote comes. 

2. Treating procedure and further challenges 

At present medication on the hazardous symptoms like throat infection, cough, cold and fever are being used to treat the patient and it results positively to keep healthy during the virus active mode. Once the active mode of virus over due to antivirus immunity power then patient become recovered fully. But in case of low immunity patients it doesn’t deactivate and damaged the respiratory system which further cause for the death. 

To increase immunity following thoughts to be explored by researcher, scientist and doctors; 

a. High-density immune vaccine 

Increasing immunity is fine to fight COVID-19 / Corona before it affects to human respiratory system. But now the question is that how immunity can be increase? and is it possible to create the high-density immunity booster vaccine or medicine? The answer is YES because immunity is the combination of organs, cells and chemicals that fight infection (microbes). The main parts of the immune system are white blood cells, antibodies, the complement system, the lymphatic system, the spleen, the thymus, and the bone marrow. All these are the parts of human immune system that actively fight against any infection. We can use these parts to recombine with each other and create the high-density immune vaccine or medicine for affected and unaffected person. This is the one way to explore by recombining the parts of immunity boosting elements. 

b. High immune system donor (Immunity soldier) 

Another way is just like to take a soldier by one country from other to fight against enemy. In this case COVID-19 / Corona is the enemy of human life and some strong human being are self-sufficient by their immune system and able to fight COVID-19 / Corona which is to be further explored as DONOR to transferred their high-density immune system into the weaker one’s body. The concept is simple as to donate the blood but by taking out only high-density immune organism from the stronger one (Donor) to insert in the body of weaker one (accepter) by crating vaccine. But in this case, there are so many challenges like how to separate high-density immune organism from donor? how to take out them? Can injection possible biologically? etc. Some of the questions have already answered by researcher in other diseases. Now the more research from scientist, biologist needed by considering above aspect. 

3. Conclusion 

Now the time comes to think destroy COVID-19 / Corona by researching antidote / Vaccine / medicine. We may create the high-density immune vaccine for fighting against COVID-19 / Corona by way of recombining the high immune elements or by exploring high-density immune vaccine through donor. These are some ways may be useful to Scientist, Researcher, Biologist and Doctor for further research to save life from this human killing virus.

- Rani Amol More

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