ಅಚ್ಚರಿಯ ಜೀವಿ ಇಂಬಳ (ಗದ್ಯ-8)

ಲೇಖಕರು -  ಪಿ.ಸತ್ಯನಾರಾಯಣ ಭಟ್
ಜನನ:- 1956
ಊರು:- ದಕ್ಷಿಣಕನ್ನಡ ಜಿಲ್ಲೆಯ ಬೆಳ್ತಂಗಡಿ
ವಿದ್ಯಾರ್ಹತೆ:- 1) ಮೈಸೂರು ವಿ.ವಿ. ಯಲ್ಲಿ ಆಯುರ್ವೇದ ವಿಜ್ಞಾನ ಪದವಿ.
                   2) ಬೆಂಗಳೂರು ವಿ.ವಿ. ಯಲ್ಲಿ ಸ್ನಾತಕೋತ್ತರ ಮತ್ತು ಡಾಕ್ಟರೇಟ್ ಪದವಿ.
ಆಸಕ್ತಿಯ ವಿಷಯಗಳು:- ಪರಿಸರ ವಿಜ್ಞಾನ, ಔಷಧೀಯ ಸಸ್ಯಗಳು, ಜಾನಪದೀಯ ವಿಜ್ಞಾನ ಇತ್ಯಾದಿ.
ಇವರ ಪ್ರಮುಖ ಕೃತಿಗಳು:- 1) ಬೆಂಗಳೂರುಜಿಲ್ಲೆಯ ಬರಿಗಾಲ ವೈದ್ಯರು
                                     2) ಖಗೇಂದ್ರ ಮಣಿದರ್ಪಣ ಮತ್ತು ಸಸ್ಯ ನಾಮಾವಳಿ ಇತ್ಯಾದಿ.
ಇವರು 'ಹೊಸದಿಗಂತ' ಪತ್ರಿಕೆಯ 'ಪೃಥಿವೀ ಸೂಕ್ತ' ಅಂಕಣದ ಬರಹಗಾರರಾಗಿ ಪ್ರಸಿದ್ಧರು.

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ಇಂಬಳದ ಬಗ್ಗೆ ಚಿತ್ರಸಹಿತ ಮಾಹಿತಿಯನ್ನು ಪಡೆಯಲು ಕೆಳಗಿನ ಅಂಕಣವನ್ನು
ಸ್ಕ್ರಾಲ್ ಮಾಡಿ ಓದಿರಿ. ಪುಟ ಹಿರಿದುಗೊಳಿಸಲು ಎಡಭಾಗದ ಮೂಲೆಯಲ್ಲಿರುವ '<' ಚಿಹ್ನೆಯನ್ನು ಕ್ಲಿಕ್ ಮಾಡಿ.

 
ಈ ಮಾಹಿತಿಯನ್ನು ಡೌನ್ ಲೋಡ್ ಮಾಡಲು ಇಲ್ಲಿ ಕ್ಲಿಕ್ ಮಾಡಿ

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 ಇಂಬಳದ ಬಗೆಗಿನ ಮತ್ತಷ್ಟು ಕುತೂಹಲಕಾರಿ ಚಿತ್ರಗಳು

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ದೇವತೆಗಳ ವೈದ್ಯ(ಸ್ವರ್ಗದ ವೈದ್ಯ) ಧನ್ವಂತರಿಗೆ ನಾಲ್ಕು ಕೈಗಳಿದ್ದು ಆತನ ಒಂದು ಕೈಯಲ್ಲಿ ಜಿಗಣೆಯನ್ನು ಹಿಡಿದಿರುವುದನ್ನು ಕಾಣಬಹುದು. ಧನ್ವಂತರಿಯ ಧ್ಯಾನ ಶ್ಲೋಕದಲ್ಲಿಯೂ ಆತನ ಕೈಯಲ್ಲಿ ಜಿಗಣೆ ಇದೆ ಎಂದು ವರ್ಣಿಸಲಾಗಿದೆ. ಇದರಿಂದ ಜಿಗಣೆಯು ವೈದ್ಯಕೀಯ ಕ್ಷೇತ್ರದಲ್ಲಿ ಅತೀ ಪ್ರಾಚೀನ ಕಾಲದಿಂದಲು ಚಿಕಿತ್ಸೆಗಾಗಿ ಬಳಸಲ್ಪಡುತ್ತಿತ್ತೆಂದು ಹೇಳಬಹುದು.

ಧನ್ವಂತರಿಯ ಕೈಯಲ್ಲಿ ಜಿಗಣೆ

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ಇಂಬಳಕ್ಕೆ ವೈಜ್ಞಾನಿಕ ಹೆಸರು ನೀಡಿದ ಮತ್ತು ವರ್ಗೀಕರಿಸಿದವನು ಕೆರೊಲಸ್ ಲಿನೇಯಸ್. ಈತನು ಕ್ರಿ.ಶ.1761ರಲ್ಲಿ ಏಷ್ಯಾದ ಪ್ರಮುಖ ಮತ್ತು ಉಪಕಾರಿ ಜಿಗಣೆಗೆ 'ಹಿರಿಡೋ ಮೆಡಿಸಿನಾಲಿಸ್' ಎಂದು ವೈಜ್ಞಾನಿಕ ಹೆಸರನ್ನು ನೀಡಿದನು. 

ಕೆರೊಲಸ್ ಲಿನೇಯಸ್ ನ ಭಾವಚಿತ್ರ

ಕೆರೊಲಸ್ ಲಿನೇಯಸ್

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        ಸುಮಾರು ಎರಡೂವರೆ ಸಾವಿರ ವರ್ಷಗಳ ಹಿಂದೆ ಜೀವಿಸಿದ್ದ ಸುಶ್ರುತ ಭಾರತದ ಪ್ರಸಿದ್ಧ ಪ್ರಾಚೀನ ವೈದ್ಯ. ಈತ ಶಸ್ತ್ರಚಿಕಿತ್ಸೆಯ ಜನಕ. ಆ ಕಾಲದಲ್ಲೇ ನಾಲ್ಕುನೂರಕ್ಕೂ ಹೆಚ್ಚಿನ ರೀತಿಯ ಚಿಕಿತ್ಸೆಮಾಡುತ್ತಿದ್ದ ಈತನ ಚಿಕಿತ್ಸೆಯ ವಿಧಾನಗಳನ್ನೊಳಗೊಂಡ ಸಂಸ್ಕೃತದ ಕೃತಿ 'ಸುಶ್ರುತ ಸಂಹಿತ'. ಸುಶ್ರುತನು ಜಿಗಣೆಯನ್ನು ಬಳಸಿ ಸೂಕ್ಷ್ಮ ಶಸ್ತ್ರಚಿಕೆತ್ಸೆ (ಮೈಕ್ರೋ ಸರ್ಜರಿ) ಯನ್ನು ಮಾಡುತ್ತಿದ್ದ ಬಗ್ಗೆ ಆ ಕೃತಿಯಲ್ಲಿ ತಿಳಿದುಬರುತ್ತದೆ. ಆತನ ಭಾವಚಿತ್ರ ಮತ್ತು ಆತನು ಚಿಕಿತ್ಸೆ ಮಾಡುತ್ತಿದ್ದ ಬಗ್ಗೆ ತಿಳಿಸುವ ಚಿತ್ರಗಳನ್ನು ನೋಡಿ....

ಸುಶ್ರುತ

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ಯುನಾನಿ ವೈದ್ಯ ಪದ್ಧತಿಯನ್ನು ಕಂಡುಹಿಡಿದ ಪ್ರಸಿದ್ಧ ಉಜ್ಬೇಕಿಸ್ಥಾನದ ಪ್ರಾಚೀನ ವಿಜ್ಞಾನಿ 'ಅವಿಸೆನ್ನ'ನ ಭಾವಚಿತ್ರ

ಅವಿಸೆನ್ನ

ಟಜಕಿಸ್ಥಾನದ ನೋಟಿನ ಮೇಲೆ ಅವಿಸೆನ್ನನ ಭಾವಚಿತ್ರ

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'ಆಧುನಿಕ ವೈದ್ಯಪದ್ಧತಿಯ ಪಿತಾಮಹ' ಎನಿಸಿದ ಗ್ರೀಕ್ ಮೇಧಾವಿ ಹಿಪೊಕ್ರೇಟ್ಸ್ ನ ಭಾವಚಿತ್ರಗಳು

ಹಿಪೊಕ್ರೇಟ್ಸ್

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ಗ್ಯಾಂಗ್ರಿನ್ ನಿಂದ ಬಳಲುತ್ತಿರುವವರ ಭಯಾನಕ ಚಿತ್ರಗಳು

ಇಂತಹ ಭಯಾನಕ ರೋಗಗುಣಪಡಿಸಲು ಇಂಬಳದ ಚಿಕಿತ್ಸೆ(ಲೀಚ್ ಥೆರಪಿ) ಮಾಡಲಾಗುತ್ತದೆ.

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ಇಂಗ್ಲೆಂಡಿನ ಖ್ಯಾತ ಕವಿ ವಿಲಿಯ ವರ್ಡ್ಸ್ವರ್ತ್ ಜಿಗಣೆ ಹಿಡುಕನ ಬಗ್ಗೆ ಬರೆದಿರುವ 'Leech-Gatherer' ಕವನದಲ್ಲಿ ಇಂಬಳ ಹಿಡಿದು ಜೀವನ ಸಾಗಿಸುವ ಮುದುಕನೊಬ್ಬನ ಬಡತನದ ಬವಣೆಯನ್ನು ಚಿತ್ರಿಸಿದ್ದಾನೆ. 

ವಿಲಿಯಂ ವರ್ಡ್ಸ್ವರ್ತ್

ವಿಲಿಯಂ ವರ್ಡ್ಸ್ವರ್ತ್ ಬರೆದಿರುವ Leech-Gatherer ಕವನವನ್ನು ಇಲ್ಲಿ ಓದಿರಿ.

     
         Leech-gatherer
(Resolution and Independence)

                                          -William Wordsworth

There was a roaring in the wind all night;

The rain came heavily and fell in floods;

But now the sun is rising calm and bright;

The birds are singing in the distant woods;

Over his own sweet voice the Stock-dove broods;

The Jay makes answer as the Magpie chatters;

And all the air is filled with pleasant noise of waters.

All things that love the sun are out of doors;

The sky rejoices in the morning's birth;

The grass is bright with rain-drops;—on the moors

The hare is running races in her mirth;

And with her feet she from the plashy earth

Raises a mist, that, glittering in the sun,

Runs with her all the way, wherever she doth run.

I was a Traveller then upon the moor;

I saw the hare that raced about with joy;

I heard the woods and distant waters roar;

Or heard them not, as happy as a boy:

The pleasant season did my heart employ:

My old remembrances went from me wholly;

And all the ways of men, so vain and melancholy.

But, as it sometimes chanceth, from the might

Of joys in minds that can no further go,

As high as we have mounted in delight

In our dejection do we sink as low;

To me that morning did it happen so;

And fears and fancies thick upon me came;

Dim sadness—and blind thoughts, I knew not, nor could name.

I heard the sky-lark warbling in the sky;

And I bethought me of the playful hare:

Even such a happy Child of earth am I;

Even as these blissful creatures do I fare;

Far from the world I walk, and from all care;

But there may come another day to me—

Solitude, pain of heart, distress, and poverty.

My whole life I have lived in pleasant thought,

As if life's business were a summer mood;

As if all needful things would come unsought

To genial faith, still rich in genial good;

But how can He expect that others should

Build for him, sow for him, and at his call

Love him, who for himself will take no heed at all?

I thought of Chatterton, the marvellous Boy,

The sleepless Soul that perished in his pride;

Of Him who walked in glory and in joy

Following his plough, along the mountain-side:

By our own spirits are we deified:

We Poets in our youth begin in gladness;

But thereof come in the end despondency and madness.

Now, whether it were by peculiar grace,

A leading from above, a something given,

Yet it befell that, in this lonely place,

When I with these untoward thoughts had striven,

Beside a pool bare to the eye of heaven

I saw a Man before me unawares:

The oldest man he seemed that ever wore grey hairs.

As a huge stone is sometimes seen to lie

Couched on the bald top of an eminence;

Wonder to all who do the same espy,

By what means it could thither come, and whence;

So that it seems a thing endued with sense:

Like a sea-beast crawled forth, that on a shelf

Of rock or sand reposeth, there to sun itself;

Such seemed this Man, not all alive nor dead,

Nor all asleep—in his extreme old age:

His body was bent double, feet and head

Coming together in life's pilgrimage;

As if some dire constraint of pain, or rage

Of sickness felt by him in times long past,

A more than human weight upon his frame had cast.

Himself he propped, limbs, body, and pale face,

Upon a long grey staff of shaven wood:

And, still as I drew near with gentle pace,

Upon the margin of that moorish flood

Motionless as a cloud the old Man stood,

That heareth not the loud winds when they call,

And moveth all together, if it move at all.

At length, himself unsettling, he the pond

Stirred with his staff, and fixedly did look

Upon the muddy water, which he conned,

As if he had been reading in a book:

And now a stranger's privilege I took;

And, drawing to his side, to him did say,

"This morning gives us promise of a glorious day."

A gentle answer did the old Man make,

In courteous speech which forth he slowly drew:

And him with further words I thus bespake,

"What occupation do you there pursue?

This is a lonesome place for one like you."

Ere he replied, a flash of mild surprise

Broke from the sable orbs of his yet-vivid eyes.

His words came feebly, from a feeble chest,

But each in solemn order followed each,

With something of a lofty utterance drest—

Choice word and measured phrase, above the reach

Of ordinary men; a stately speech;

Such as grave Livers do in Scotland use,

Religious men, who give to God and man their dues.

He told, that to these waters he had come

To gather leeches, being old and poor:

Employment hazardous and wearisome!

And he had many hardships to endure:

From pond to pond he roamed, from moor to moor;

Housing, with God's good help, by choice or chance;

And in this way he gained an honest maintenance.

The old Man still stood talking by my side;

But now his voice to me was like a stream

Scarce heard; nor word from word could I divide;

And the whole body of the Man did seem

Like one whom I had met with in a dream;

Or like a man from some far region sent,

To give me human strength, by apt admonishment.

My former thoughts returned: the fear that kills;

And hope that is unwilling to be fed;

Cold, pain, and labour, and all fleshly ills;

And mighty Poets in their misery dead.

—Perplexed, and longing to be comforted,

My question eagerly did I renew,

"How is it that you live, and what is it you do?"

He with a smile did then his words repeat;

And said that, gathering leeches, far and wide

He travelled; stirring thus about his feet

The waters of the pools where they abide.

"Once I could meet with them on every side;

But they have dwindled long by slow decay;

Yet still I persevere, and find them where I may."

While he was talking thus, the lonely place,

The old Man's shape, and speech—all troubled me:

In my mind's eye I seemed to see him pace

About the weary moors continually,

Wandering about alone and silently.

While I these thoughts within myself pursued,

He, having made a pause, the same discourse renewed.

And soon with this he other matter blended,

Cheerfully uttered, with demeanour kind,

But stately in the main; and, when he ended,

I could have laughed myself to scorn to find

In that decrepit Man so firm a mind.

"God," said I, "be my help and stay secure;

I'll think of the Leech-gatherer on the lonely moor!"

ಈ ಕವನವನ್ನು ಡೌನ್ಲೋಡ್ ಮಾಡಲು ಇಲ್ಲಿ ಕ್ಲಿಕ್ ಮಾಡಿ

ಅಚ್ಚರಿಯ ಜೀವಿ ಇಂಬಳ ವಿಡಿಯೋ ವೀಕ್ಷಿಸಿ ಅಥವಾ ಡೌನ್ಲೋಡ್ ಮಾಡಲು ಇಲ್ಲಿ ಕ್ಲಿಕ್ ಮಾಡಿ