HOSPITAL????

went to hospital wit father today.. he was suffering frm some sort of chicken pox.. arrived hospital @2.30pm and we were asked to wait as some of others were ahead of us.. k.. we’ll wait.. as no other option left told father.. he was really suffering a lot.. cudnt walk even.. So seated alone @ a corner.. actually three visitors were ahead of us.. so waited der for our turn.. it took almost 1 hr to finish their consulting.. so it was our turn next.. By the way some five or six guys came wit one patient who were suffering from vomiting n some kind of stuff.. so ma poor father allowed him to get in too..we shifted our position to d seat near d door so that we could get in.. den d doctor showed up his head n told that he had to go out becoz it was time to pray..( yes i mean d namas.. guess he is a Muslim like me).. oops.. will hav to wait agian.. k.. mite boring to u to read d entire scenarios.. wil tell u wat happened.. d doc showed up @ 4.30 pm.. a long 2hrs waiting even if there were only three patients ahead of us.. see i think hospital is a misnomer.. i think its derived from the word hospitality.. The thing i wish to advice that doc is that doing our responsibility does matter a lot than praying five times a day.. I don think god like to hear his routine whisperings than helping a patient who is suffering n need him a lot..

MADNESS

After having lunch n tedious thoughts about wat to do next, I arrived at the conclusion of writing something about my life… So that even i can read it after reaching some heights ( or downs???) … Actually I was thinking where to start with.. Whether to start from birth and come thru the moments and arrive to the present or starting frm present n go back… Yess.. I have decided to start from childhood and come to the present so that I can use it even as a diary .. I don want anyone else to read this.. I wud like to keep it as an unknown spot scribbling on d so called web… 25th November 2007 : I feel this waiting is so hectic and frustrating.. How long can an adult simply sit without doing any work ??? These corporates r really heartless.. My relatives have really started doubting that whether i got a job as i told..Sometimes i used to think why bothering about them.. poor folks .. dont know anything other than gossiping and being the slaves of so called relationships the society has made..Even if such relationships screw them like anything.. K..Leave it.. No use with thinking about them.. Let me start thinking about ma past..Its really nice rite. going topast and rewinding all the moments we had… yeah .. really it is..like watching a classic movie.. With some heroes, heroines, Villains and series of incidents and without a climax and songs at all( sorry,,mainstream Indian cinema.. forgive me..) I was born ( as told by my mother) @ her home( not in a hospital at all) on a Sunday morning ,sharply telling it was 25th May of 1985 .. It was raining then… Heavily.. And the lady( from the traditional midwifery family, whom i used to see when I go there) got wondered of ma calmness and silence.. I dont remember any of the events till age 4, when I was sent to the nursery school near ma home… where i learned to write on sand and sing(but am a damn failure in that).. The oldest image I remember is the night my father brought me a new slate to write on..It cost rupees 2 i think ( rarely seen such piece after ma school days) And I was really excited to go nursery the next morning..I collected young bamboo sticks and mashithand( really i dont know wat to call it in English) an marched like Napoleon.. But things went wrong … The guy next to me took ma precious slate ad broke.. when i returned classroom,, the scene was really heartbreaking-P.. He had broken it to pieces and i was really worried.. not becoz I cudnt write on it.. But the effect thats going to make wen i return home was really hunting me… But i don remember wat happened that day after that.. Yeah.. Memories like that.. Broken into pieces scattered.. without any meaning.. But I like to rewind..