December 1, 2011
In the little wisdom that I believe I have gathered in all these 24 years of my life I have always believed that every incident that happens in our life happens for a reason and are probably somehow connected to one another, at least distantly.
Take for an example a hospital, a place from where we begin the journey of our life also someday becomes the place where we end our journey too…Birth, death are not new to any hospital but in between whenever we go to this place the only thing we do is curse the place for probably making us to wait or parking problems and most importantly for the not so tasty food in the hospital canteen. Little do we realize that in the other corner building there are so many people battling for their lives, willingly or unwillingly. Not just a few but almost all of us crib and curse for things that we could not get in life without even thinking (or probably thanking) of all the beautiful things God almighty has blessed us without even asking for. Good health being one of those special things. Still wondering why I am dragging you all to this dark side of our lives…? I promise you the next few lines will be something that most of us might have already gone through in life and wishing never ever to go through again….
Desperation mingles with hope. Faces writ with anxiety. A white coat brings news of a loved one inside. He has the power to convert hope into desolation or to bring a ray of sunshine into grey skies. Tears, sometimes of joy, sometimes from the depths of sadness. Nameless strangers bound together by a single emotion….fear.
Fear for the one inside. Fear of the unknown. Fear of what will become of the ones they leave behind. Fear of the most feared-Death. Helplessness….the discovery that all the money in the world will not change fate. Cannot do anything but pray. Pray to that unknown entity who holds all the strings. God in his own wisdom decides who can “live” and who should “leave” whether to gift life or death. In fact when writing the above lines about money suddenly reminds me of the dreadful day when my best friend’s dad had undergone a critical surgery and a sentence which he uttered in I.C.U which I had heard a million times before but only realized its actual meaning in that painful moment when he said “No matter how much money one may have made in life but without good health everything is a mere waste”
Patients being wheeled in and out, some given release from a life of pain and some released from the pain of life. Death does not have any favorites, the rich and poor are treated alike, not a single soul can escape. If a poor man dies on the street without a proper square meal, on the other hand a rich man eats a nutritious food and sleeps in his soft, cozy bed never to wake up the next morning…what God has given, he will take away. But how does he decide, does he have a lucky card for the unlucky one?
Sirens, doctors, ambulances. The one thing that no one should ever have to witness .Imagine the person who was until yesterday laughing is at the crossroads of life and death. A single moment in life can change laughter into tears. It is the biggest nightmare to see a loved one suffer and knowing there is nothing you can do that would help, nothing at all. It is a feeling of frustration like no other. Along with the frustration, slowly a depression creeps in from being with so many other people who are going through the same emotions.
The conversation centres around around what happened and since how long have they been there waiting. Sometimes it would be better just to let them die instead of watching them die a million deaths every day. But even allowing that thought creep in is a sin…Isn’t it???What if it came true, guilt would follow you for a lifetime.
Some lucky ones get away, fit and hopefully thankful for the gift of life which they have received again. A place of hope, desperation, prayer, frustration, depression, and sometimes happiness. A hospital, the place which can give life, is a place which you cannot wish for your worst enemy too, the punishment is too much even for someone you hate.
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