Friday, February 17, 2012

Disturbed ! OLD ! Questions

Courtesy:Dumage
Does love really exist? Is there something called as family support? Are two people staying together, actually close to each other??? What do parents really mean for us?
I had multiple questions in my mind this morning…

Wondering How...?
I had been to KEM hospital in Mumbai; I had to see an urologist for one of my colleagues. The urologist was his maternal cousin. so we happy that we had to skip the Q ' of patients. However, I was not expecting what I saw when I reached there, I had been there for the first time, I reached around 10.00 am in the morning, our appointment was at 9.45, but when we reached the place I saw a huge crowd, I thought maybe something must have gone wrong, and so people have gathered…but that was my perception, as I entered the room, everything was very clear with the sync, the crowd gathered there, were the patients they were all waiting to meet the doctors, there were different wards for different patients.

Mostly the patients waiting there were old men and women, trying to get through their Q number. The ward boy was shouting at them, "please move aside", “Wait till your name is been called”, he was very rude. There was an old man standing next to me…He told he was waiting since 8.00 am in the morning, he had come walking all the way, coz’ his son did not give him money for the bus. He was hungry and still his name has not been called. I was touched, there were tears in my eyes…another old lady said…Madam all  (bada bada log)influential people who know the doctor go to meet him first without waiting in the line (I realised -one of them was Me n my Colleague)…She continued we wait till all are done, coz’ idar (here) treatment is free. So we have no option but to wait n wait...till our turn comes.

My colleague went to meet the URO while I was waiting looking at all the young and old faces. there was depression, actions and stories in many eyes , I had heard eyes always speaks and I could actually hear them... All I could do is sympathize…feel bad...

I’m disturbed, why children can’t take care of the ones who loved them , gave them a beautiful life, is being old a curse, is that money is all that matters in life…

I’m only left with questions and I know the answers will also be just Questions…
This is the truth which is ugly and I wish it had an end…

I ask for forgiveness...

Forgiveness is my Life!
(This poem is now an Anthem of an educational Institute)
Written By- Anupama Shetty
Music Composed by : Anitha Manickam
Minor edits: K  (sr.)committee

Anand aur prashansa ka geet gayenge
Acche karmose dil me bas jayenge
Girenge hum Phir be utenge
Himmat se aage Badenge
Apne aap se apno ko pane k liye ladenge

Forgiveness is the Anthem of Success
Forgiveness is the Anthem of Happiness…


Har Grina se hum upar ut jayenge
Sapno ko saakaar kar Sajayenge
Nuksaan aur Nirasha ka Antar mitayenge
Apne Vyapaar ka drustikaun banayenge

Hum Kaun hai ye Pehchanenge…
Hum Kaun Hai Ye Pehchanenge…

Yehi hamari Kalpana hai…Yehi hamara lakshya hai….
Hum sab ek  parivaar ho , jud jaayenge… aur sada gun gunayenge…

Forgiveness is the Anthem of Success…
Forgiveness is the Anthem of Happiness…
Forgiveness is the Anthem of Success…
Forgiveness is the Anthem of Happiness…
Forgiveness is the essence of Life, Forgiveness is my life...
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2 comments:

  1. The questions will always arise until and unless there is scarcity of love in this world.

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