Friday, April 23, 2010

One of My Favorite Songs

Hum na samjhe the
baat itni si
khaab sheeshe ke
duniya paththar ki

Aarzoo humne ki to hum paae
Aarzoo humne ki to hum paae
roshni saath laai thi saaye
saaye gehre the
roshni halki


Sirf veeranee sirf tanhayee
sirf veeranee sirf tanhayee
zindahi humko ye kahan laayee?
kho gayi humse raah manzil ki


kya koi beche kya koi baante
kya koi beche kya koi baante
apne daaman mein sirf hain kaante
aur dukanein hain sirf phoolon ki


Hum na samjhe the
baat itni si
khaab sheeshe ke
duniya paththar ki

Thursday, April 22, 2010

I met Manas Maria

Though mentally I have come out of the problems, but phsyical pain still continues. I had never got so much pain when they inserted the tube for my test. i thought I am going to choke and die and I was vomiting profusely, but they told me it is normal, If it is normal then what is abnormal?

I met Manas Karia. Yes, he is a 13 year old boy from Guwahati, who is at second stage of blood cancer. The buy was really thin and had a small cloth around the neck. I never expected that boys of that age should leave the world so early. yet, he was very composed, may be he hardly understands his own condition except getting the bout of pain and blood vomiting.
They have no money, so they came from Guwahati and are undergoing treatment in Adyar Cancer Hospital. I met them in the middle of the night and the doctor was with me, a young doctor with a passion for patients. The sister was also not very helpful for Manas's life, may be they are not hopeful for any patient who walks in there.

I have made friendship with many little kids who are guests for few months and years. This friendship is developed over last few months, many of them very similar, they dont have hair and often eyes are swolen, but they smile and are happy with their conditions, when pain goes higher they are given a dose of sleeping pills,


They are counting their days, Is nt it that all of us are counting our days, then why so much hatred and jelousness for each other.

Its not the end but silence of the end that makes me to feel the coldness of death, let it come slowly like the darkness from the shadows of trees in summer evenings, are not all evenings are so pleasant???

Yun rahon pe pehle kadam rakha thaa, ki manjile gum ho gayee........