The next day, by morning 8 completing all the formalities I was doing a zombie walk towards the hospital gate to catch a taxi to my home, as if I took out my Mushikam now, it would parcel me to Vaikuntam, without any delay in this situation of mine.
But to my good, there arrived my bade sasurji with his car. He dropped me home and asked to take off today, but not before he gave his notes to me.
Hmmm...
This is what love is in our medical colleges...
Fight among each other, but still stand by each other.
Wiping off invisible tears, I drifted to deep slumber, until I heard "Challani ratiri vellalo... Chukaala chatuna chad-" from the DJ of Ganesh mandap.
"This nalayak brothers of mine" Muttering, I came to the hall making a messy bun of my messy hair.
I turned on the TV to stop the song's assault on my ears
"Breaking News... from breakless news
Human Rights Commission to file the case of NIA for ruthlessly torturing the suspects, caught 6 months back in the name of interrogation.
Our sources reveal that suspects are subjected to 3-degree treatment by the NIA. And-"
"Psch.." I vexed out my irritation with my brother, who turned the TV off
"You are up... Then why don't you join us in pooja today"
"Get lost idiot, don't befool me. It's the party going on there, not pooj-"
Even though I tried to stop him, he pushed me to get ready for puja and dragged me to Ganesh mandap.
I was that bloody 11500 donor, in the least case.
So, while the teenagers were having entertainment, I sat on nearby chair seeing their smiles.
"By the end, it's for joy and unity," I said to myself, even earlier I was against to the practices, which are against our Santan dharma of ours.
"Prasad ?" I sensed someone, sitting beside me
I turned towards him, with a frown.
"Prasad ?" He asked again and I forwarded the laddu in my hand.
"The god is India is turning so commercial these days.
Look, 5000, only holy water given... 10000 you are given prasad too" I said while eating
"Indeed... yes"
"I'm Bhargav" He forwards his hand
"Saavi... Dr. Saavi, bhaiyya" I shook my hand, shooing his flirty trails away.
"You doctors don't need a scalpel... You just need words to cut the people's hearts away" I heard him cursing
"And you engineers just need words to build..."
"I just can't be using Dr. as the prefix, but also have to prepare myself for it.
So, Bye. Good night"
Likewise, I talked to him and returned home to study the cases the previous day, an hour after the timepass I had done the whole day.
The next day, beguiled with my sincerity, seniors suggested my name for a critical case.
Almost after an hour of normal instructions and 2 hours of special security instructions and protocol, I was allowed into the ward of those suspected domestic terrorists, who got subjected to 3-degree during interrogation by NIA and were joined into this military hospital to avoid media interest and to keep these people safe.
They were responding to the treatment, but it was 3-degree right so definitely will take time.
I thought of showing some sympathy towards them, but attending them I was the one to receive it.
God...!!!
Everyone singing the same song...
"Hum bekasur hai, humne kuch nahi kiya.."
Arey, why the hell are you crying in front of me, I can't even wipe off your tears.
Maximum, I would ask the nurse to give an extra apple, if the cost is low.
As per strict instructions, I can't talk to them about anything other than their health. So, closing all nine orifices, I just did my work and stepped out.
Hmmm...
Only the last fellow is left now, after even listening to his cries I decided to go and cry with my ophthalmology books.
Scanning my ID and wishing the NIA guard outside, I entered inside.
Start it, my lord.
Get Set Go
Mmmm...
But even after 5 min, I didn't listen the another person.
Are you alive man?
Thinking I saw him clearly for the first time...
Red and bandaged ears
face with hit marks,
hands and legs with hard iron cuffs
But thoughts are lost in oblivion.
To note HB, PR,spO2 when I took his failed, then I saw his name
ADEEL AKHTAR
Oh! The Life I saved!
Sukhibhava bidda .
Long live my child...
After again reading list of his injuries, I could stop myself from feeling pity.
Ayyyoooo... I felt
Had (a good no.of punches)
Should have (medicines and food)
And left as soon as I completed my work.
That same evening, when I went for another round of rounds, I started from the mute maanav, to ease my ears from their cries, but had a heart attack listening to him saying,
"Maine hi galati ki"
(I made the whole mistake).
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