11/27/2025
My Fearless Adventures life incidences.
“डर विरासत में मिली एक क्षुब्ध हानिकारक विपरीत ग़लत संगति से प्रभावित उद्विग्न मानसिकता है जो कमज़ोर प्रवचनों और पुराणिक मानताओं की ग़लत व्याख्या और अर्ध सत्य ज्ञान पर आधारित है।”- भूपेन्द्र
धर्म एव हतो हन्ति धर्मो रक्षति रक्षितः ।
तस्माद्धर्मो न हन्तव्यो मा नो धर्मो हतोऽवधीत् ।
अहिंसा परमों धर्मः धर्म हिंसा तथैव च
(अर्थात् यदि अहिंसा मनुष्य का परम धर्म है और धर्म की रक्षा के लिए हिंसा करना उस से भी श्रेष्ठ है)
हमारे पतन का सबसे बड़ा कारण अपने ही संस्कृति पर शर्मिंदगी है। वो बहुत ही अभागे लोग है जो जरा सा पढ़ लिख कर पाश्चात्य संस्कृति के पीछे भागते हैं। “हमें क्या, हम तो डॉक्टर, वकील हैं, हमें क्या लेना देना”, “लोग क्या कहेंगे”, “ हम क्यों बुरे बने” जब समय बदलेगा, अव्यवस्था के आलम में क्रूर असभ्य समाज में रक्तपात होगा तो पढ़े लिखे और अनपढ़ सब का एक ही अंजाम होगा। जो समाज वक़्त रहते नहीं जागा उसका अंत लाज़मी है।मुझे ऐसे डरपोक लोगों पर दया आती है और कभी कभी घृणा भी। मैंने ऐसे डरपोक और चापलूस लोगों को अपनी friend list से बेदख़ल कर दिया है।
“जो डर गया, वो मर गया”
My Fearless Adventures life incidences. (Background)
I have been very fearless and adventurous from my very childhood, like to live on the edge while taking many difficult decisions at the time of need, surprising everyone. I have been very deeply influenced by my grandfather, his life principles, honesty, punctuality, word of honor, and absolutely no compromising no-nonsense attitude. I remember, I think I was 4-5 years old, living in a big Britisher’s time huge 24-25 bedrooms mansion in GHAZIPUR, UP surrounded by a big piece of land. At that time there was no electricity and lantern used to be a source of light. I never liked milk and my mother used to try many tricks threaten to temptations but nothing worked due to my stubborn nature. Since we were only two family members including me and my younger brother so few rooms were in use rest were just vacant often filled with spider nets. One day she told me that there is a devil in that room and If I don’t drink milk he will eat me. There were areas in that big high ceiling room where plaster of the wall from many places was cracked and fallen down, used to look scary in dark. I told my mother that I wanted to see the DEVIL, how scary he looks. I asked my mother to take the lantern and go there to show me the devil. After that, she never tried any such tricks. When she told me this incidence after many years we both laughed.
Adventure -1
In 1973-75 I was posted at MOORATGUNJ PHC, Allahabad, and was also involved with the WHO team in the smallpox irradiation program in 80 villages. I used to live at my Civil Lines house and used to go at my will, making the other doctor and compounded free to do practice in my absence. I never did any wrong and unlawful practice in my life, so absolutely fearless and straightforwardly spoke my mind.
One fine morning I went early at 7 AM on a surprise visit to see if all is going well and villagers are served well. I found a lock at PHC, while seeing me the watchman came running and I asked where is other doctor and compounder, and why PHC is still locked, patients waiting outside. Watchman ran to inform com-pounder, who had keys, living close by. When the compounder came he was still dozing in sleep. He had no regrets but started misbehaving with me, saying that many young doctors, like me, came here and had worked under his guidance as he knows many criminal-minded people around. He tried to Threat me. And That was it. That Dwaba area was notorious for many murders and criminal activities.
I lost my temper and gave him a full forceful slap that made that strong-built young man fall down, then I started hitting him with my high ankle boots, making him bleed profusely. He got up and ran for his life. The food inspector and other staff working under me tried to stop me. He went to Kokhraj police station to lodge my complaint. The police station in-charge knew me well and told me that Dr. Singh is a decent gentleman and he should have done some wrong. But he was adamant about an FIR. But no FIR was registered in spite of his begging, as he was suppose to take my permission before leaving the PHC, which he did not. So he went to CMO, Allahabad and lodged my complaint, and asked for a transfer. But since he did not give charge and stock was supposed so CMO could not post him to another PHC, without his release document. But later he managed to get his posting to another PHC, but since I did not release his payslip he could not draw his salary for many months. Then he went to Calvin Hospital now called MLN hospital to gain the support of the Compounders union.
That time one very senior Muslim compounder was the president and he knew me since the time I was posted at Calvin. He told the compounder that he knew me as a very polite and helpful man, so instead of going on a STRIKE, he brought the compounder at my Civil Lines residence and ask me to forgive him and release his payslip so that he can get his three months blocked salary. The senior Muslim very seasoned compounder ask the agitated compounder to say SORRY. the compounder said SORRY very rudely, looking at another side. I knew that he is stubborn, so I asked for a written apology. But in spite of senior compounder insistence, the president of the Association, he did not offer a written apology. So I never released his payslip and declared him absconding. As long I was in service, which I resigned after a few months, he did not get his salary, but never he regretted also.
What I want to say is that doctors should not give up under any pressure but fight for their dignity and for that they need to be strong physically, mentally, spiritually and should be GOOD BY HEART. Never bend down or compromise, which you feel is unjustified. Many such incidences happened in my life all over the world, and in the end, I always came out with FLYING COLORS.
Adventure - 2
Doctors are for SERVICE, not for HUMILIATION and TORTURE.
When your MANHOOD is challenged.
Another incidence that challenged my manliness, courage, self-respect, dignity, and survival, occurred during my posting at Mooratgunj, Allahabad, in 1974. As I mentioned in my previous write up that the Dwaba area was very notorious and full of criminal activities. Murders and killing were a part of life. One day when I was sitting at PHC seeing some patients, one person with write-up stab wound injuries was brought to me for forensic report and treatment.
When I was still examining and completing my paperwork, one very tall and strong Muslim man with a beautifully trimmed beard entered in my office without permission. I could see a revolver hanging over his Loincloth (LUNGGI) with a leather belt. I told him to wait outside as I was seeing a patient, but he ignored me and sat down on the chair in front of me. I very politely requested to wait outside and come when I’m done. But he was arrogant and tried to treat me roughly and asked me that I should write a blunt injury, not Grievous in my forensic report. When I tried to tell them that this is wrong and illegal, he tried to bribe me. And this made me lose my temper as I come from a very highly respected Zamindar Family with Honesty in the blood.
When I told to get out, he said “SIR, even a DOG feels like a LION at his area, surrounded by his people” and that was enough for me. His name I still remember, Sher Khan. I asked “OK, Mr. Sher Kahn where is your area” When he left I came outside my office after finishing my day’s work and submitting my forensic report, sat down at the official Jeep, and started. My staff and especially the food inspector tried to stop me, but I straight drove to Shergarh village, his residence. After inquiring about his residence on the way I reached his house.
Many people were sitting outside on the cot, some with riffles. I asked where is Sher Khan, tell him I have come to Lion Den. After some time about 7 feet tall Sher Khan came out bending his head to get out from the door. He looked at me for some time with a blank face and then suddenly he said “Oh, this is young blood,(Jawani ka josh, Khoon ki Garmi, etc) which is boiling Thakur Sahib, take it easy and calm down” then he told his men to bring a glass of cool ‘SHAASH” (BUTTERMILK), to cool me down. Then he tried to calm me down and while this was going on, the food inspector arrived with the police team to es**rt me.
Since then after this news spread all over 80 villages, nobody tried to treat me roughly and everyone treated me with the highest respect. There were three groups, Thakurs, Muslims, and Brahmins, in the area fighting each other and trying to lobby and bribe the doctors posted there to be in their favor. But after this incident everyone realized that Dr. Singh is an honest and just man, so since he will not favor anyone, there is no anxiety to bribe him for any wrongdoing. After a few years when I was going to Kanpur by car to attend my brother-in-law marriage I was accompanied by my wife’s uncle Rotary President Manohar Ji, and the moment we stopped our car on our way to Mooratgunj for a cup of tea, my wife uncle was so impressed that entire village gathered around within no time and lifted me at their shoulders and took me around for at least 15-20 minutes On repeated request from Manohar ji and others they put me down on the ground, as we were getting late for the marriage.
Once again I like to say that doctors should be frank, and express his/her opinion strongly based on personal analytical information without any favor or fear. If you are honest, sincere to your profession, non-political, not involved in unlawful activities and corrupt practices, and have earned the trust of the community and co-professional, you need not worry. Only doctors who have become businessmen and earn money by wrongdoings bring a bad name to this noble profession and often get into many kinds of trouble, losing the sympathy and support of society.
Adventure - 3
My adventurous visit to Moscow during COUP.
I was invited to Moscow to deliver my workshops and treat some patients in 1991 but just before my arrival, in August 1991 coup was carried out by the hard-liner, head of the Soviet army, and KGB of the secret police. Gorbachev was placed under house arrest by detention at his vacation villa in CRIMEA. I was advised by everyone not to go to Moscow during that time of political crises, but as per my stubborn and adventurous nature, I decided to go.
When I arrived in Moscow I heard an announcement in broken English with a strange accent the name that I have to report at the reception counter immediately after landing. The moment I reached there, found myself surrounded by two tall men, with typical long Russian caps. Since they didn’t know English I was told by the receptionist to go with them. I was taken in a bulletproof car, exactly like the Municipality car in India, used to carry stray dogs. I was asked to sit in by sign language and those two men sat on either side. I tried to cut jokes as per my nature, but they had total expressionless faces. I could see the TANKS on the road and heard GUN shot sounds from time to time.
I was taken to a so-called five-star hotel, which I found out later that was a Communist office, converted into a hotel for my safety. There were many people going in and out with riffles. The next day I was taken to another hotel where I was supposed to deliver my workshops and treat patients.
I met Arena a beautiful 22 years young blonde as my most loved student. She wanted me to visit Belorussia (Byelorussia) and deliver some lectures and demonstrate Bhupendra Acupuncture Techniques in a group of MARIA, students. I was told that Maria is a very powerful lady who treats the presidents of Russia.
But due to civil war flights and trains were difficult to get. But decided that we go by train. I saw the trains of Russia overloaded, unhygienic, worse than Indian trains with dirty washrooms. Trains were full and no chance to get in. Arena was looking beautiful and smart in leather pants and Jackets, with open blond hairs. she also smoked. I was thinking to cancel the trip, but she said, just wait, let me try. She went somewhere and when returned accompanied by two police officers. I was es**rted to a coupe, two berths, up and down, clean white bedsheets, a bottle of Vodka, coffee on the side table, and an attached private washroom. I was really impressed. When the police officers departed I asked Arena how she managed. But she refused to discuss.
During my overnight travel, I kept asking that how she managed, then after a few hours of my insistence she quietly told me that she acted as a KGB agent and I was on a private mission and her job was to provide security. I was a little nervous and asked if her lie was detected? she said usually even two brothers working for KGB, don’t know, as it is highly secret. Then I asked if suppose she was caught then? and the reply was shocking, “WE BOTH COULD HAVE BEEN SHOT AT THE SPOT”. Looking at my face she said laughingly in a naughty voice “Good, we both be flying in the sky holding hands”. I loved her sporting spirit and sparks in her blue eyes.
I stayed a few days at Maria's house and treated many patients. I saw MITHUN CHAKORBORTY picture in Maria’s son's room. She was an expert in diagnosing diseases by some techniques using hand around the patient body, BIO-ENERGY techniques. She also had a Machine by which she used to assess the hands healing power of students, before accepting in her institution. We were talking after diner while sipping VODKA, and she was keen to assess the healing powers of my hands for which I was not agreeing. After many hours of her insistence at about 3 AM, I permitted her to assess my hand's healing power. She put my hands in the machine and I could see a shocking expression on her face. She told me “Prof. Singh do you think that you heal patients by Acupuncture?, you are totally wrong, your healing hand power is much stronger than mine, even if you touch a patient he will be cured” Then she requested me to join her and treat patients in Russia, which I disagreed, even in a live TV interview held next day.
I had my big birthday celebration on September 4th at her house. The next day I was to leave as before leaving India I arranged a press conference at the New Delhi press club on 7th September, so I had to catch a flight to New Delhi from Moscow. But all the routes to Moscow were blocked due to civil war. Then Maria reminded me that I was treating the wife of the Mayor of KISHINEV and she is very impressed so she will ask Mayor’s wife to arrange for her husband an official bulletproof car to take me to KIEV and then a flight to Moscow. The next day I was taken in a modern fully loaded bulletproof car, accompanied by two arm guards. On the way I could see how the trains and roads were blocked by Agitators and firing was gaining on, at intervals. We reached Kiev and then caught the flight to Moscow. The hotel room was already booked in Moscow for me, I stayed overnight there while the two security guards stayed in my next room. The next morning I was taken to Airport and after putting me on the flight, both guards wished me a safe flight and left.
The Press conference at Delhi Press Club was very successful in spite of the fact that light went out but everyone stayed till the end in candle lights and stuffy September heat. On my request Shalendra Pandey, General Secretary of the press club arranged lavish drinks and diner, which I told him to pay after the conference. When next day I phoned Shalendra Pandey about the total expenses involved, so that a cheque of the right amount can be sent, to my surprise Mr. Pandey told me that everyone in the club was very impressed with my knowledge and decided that the entire expenses of the evening would be on the PRESS CLUB. It was very TOUCHING. But now Media only understand the language of MONEY, nothing else. So much has changed since then
Adventure - 4
At ASSAM in Terrorists Den.
Progressive Muscular Dystrophy is a dreadful disease, which has no answer in modern medical science. During my work, I have come across many new types of this disease more than we studied during medical school. I have treated hundreds of such unfortunate victims of this disease and have successfully made bedridden children stand and walk in a period of 3-5 months, using my treatment and massage techniques. Many children belonging to our medical doctors' family were also benefited. A study on such over 200 cases at that time has been presented in many countries at international conferences including Indian Medical Association, Delhi, during the time when Mandal commission recommendation was opposed by the Self-immolation of Rajive Goswami and others in Delhi, during Prime Minister Mr. V.P. Singh. I could reach the venue, present my paper and demonstrate my techniques, although the attendance was thin. It was organized by Sir Ganga Ram Hospital Dr. Raman Kapur and Prof. Chatterji.
Usually, after 2-3 courses of 15 days, each patient is put under observation and maintenance course. One such patient used to come at the Indian Acupuncture Centre, Allahabad from Assam s/o an Engineer who was responding very well. From total bedridden condition young boy started standing and walking with support. Later I had to move to Canada but when the next course of treatment was due his parents called me in Vancouver and organized a training cm treatment camp at a Bengali FRCS doctor’s nursing home at Karimgunj.
I was warned that the area is fully under terrorist activities and recently an Iranian Wrestler was killed and a Brigadier was kidnapped. Knowing all this I accepted the invitation.
Karimgunj was the last to be included in the Indian map after independence as it was close to East Pakistan, now Bangla Desh. Just a narrow river marks the boundary. I could see people traveling across the river.
I was put at a Government inspection house under full security. I used to move in a red light sign VIP police car accompanied by a Dy. Commissioner of Police, a police car in front, and 4-5 commandos in a jeep follow me all the time. Even when my family used to call me, a lot of security questions were asked before passing on the phone to me.
I used to treat patients of different intractable diseases at nursing homes and sometimes used to visit remote areas to help the needy and attend some dinners at Tea garden officers' bungalows. Great time, good food, exclusive drinks and a lot of Gifts including big TEA packages to carry back to Canada, which I left at Allahabad or gifted others.
One such camp was organized in a very remote area. Lot of patients visited the Camp and were helped. While talking to a few young men with a local turban, they told me that they are not Terrorists as labeled but fighting for their rights. Then they showed me their GUNS and told me "Nothing to worry about Sir, as you are our Guest and have come here to help, but just look at these security FOOLS who are here to protect you from us, walking outside the camp and we are sitting with guns inside". It was a very strange feeling for me, but since fear is not in my vocabulary, so did not care much, except initial shock.
As long I stayed there had a wonderful time and many so-called terrorists used to come for my treatment at the nursing home with lot of Gifts and local foods. I still remember my most enjoyable visit to Karimgunj and In Terrorists Den.
Although I later visited Assam many times and was stationed at Capital city Guwahati on invitation to treat many intractable diseases the experience of Karimgunj was awesome.
