Sorry for the late follow up of my earlier post. When I am grumbling about sweet nothings, here are some people going through tough times.
He comes from my college days. He is unimaginably well read, well informed and well talented. No one could hold up with him in a debate. He had a group of friends very good in skits. They were the University champions at a time when it was unimaginable for a technical college to win a cultural competition.
I met him again, but this time he had donned the garb of a professional. Days of revolution were over. He was excelling in his profession too when he met with an accident. A couple in his neighborhood offered him a lift. The driver made a bad mistake.
He was recovering from the facial surgeries when the kidneys failed.
I have seen him sleeping on the sofas in our office, too drained after dialysis. For someone to live on sympathy is close to humiliating. The financial needs didn’t allow him the liberty of taking a leave! But thankfully his team quite understood and allowed him enough space for treatment. A rather unseen emotion in the corporate sector is understanding!
The way he fights on with his life is amazing. In a government office there will be people with disabilities. But at a place, where people are on a race to look good, to stand out because of your difficulties is tough. But I have seen Bhaskar valiantly going on. Revolution never dies.
By God’s grace I am involved in fund collection for his kidney transplant. I am trying to shore up people through various contacts. But people have become too insensitive to respond. I am not being judegemental, but the fund collection could have been peanuts if everyone had put at least 10-200 Rs(remember the lowest salary among us is 20k)
Although he is a distant relative of mine, I heard of him only after his illness. Fighting cancer is more of a family affair. It drains you psychologically as well as financially. When you have a troubled family cancer is not a great idea.
Ashiq’s dad was a chronic drunkard. He is a loving family man but had this great habit of getting drunk every night. After a drunken brawl he lost the mobility of his right arm. So when Ashiq was diagnosed with Cancer he was totally at sea. The family stayed at my uncle’s place during the time of treatment. In fact this was a treatment for his dad too.
He recovered gradually and happiness came back into the household. He had lost one year in his school but he did cope up very well.
Last day I heard he is preparing for an entrance for Medicine. It’s a costly process and probably time consuming. He requested me for my old clothes which I happily offloaded.
It must have been his own sufferings that ignited his passion for medicine. If he succeeds he will become one of the best doctors.
Guys does these people need sympathy alone?