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THE PURPOSE OF LIFE

 

Uma , too shocked, stared at the sparkling diamond ring on Teena’s hand.  Looking at her shocked expression Teena laughed and said, “Uma I told you that idiot is just behind you only to get his examinations notes.  Just four days’ meeting with me and he had presented me with this ring.  A bloody @@@@”. As Uma was still looking at her with a dazed expression, Teena threw the ring in the toilet and flushed it off.

 

She came back and said, “I have a night shift.  You forget about that fellow and have a good night rest” Picking up her stethoscope and white overcoat Teena left the hostel.

Uma still could not believe that Anish could have done this. But she also knew that Teena, her best friend, could not lie to her.  It was about four month’s back that she had met Anish,  her junior,  for the first time. He was doing his post-graduation in Gynaecology, while she had completed the course and was working in the same hospital.  She remembered the first day how he approached her with a nervous look asking for some doubts.  She being brilliant student immediately sat with him and helped him with the subject. Then the meeting shifted from the library to canteen and they became more frequent as they discussed the lessons over a cup of coffee. Before she realized she was in love with Anish and started actually waiting for him.  He seemed to respond with equal warmth and they even started planning about their future.

Uma was not very pretty or attractive by Indian standards and never had any response from any male member in her life so far.  She was a brilliant student throughout her academics and always concentrated only on her examinations.  Hence this first love, the admiration Anish showed to her, bowled her over and she was in her dream-world.

 

A week back she disclosed her love for Anish to her roommate Teena. Teena was shocked. She said, “Uma that Anish is a rogue and hangs around with so many girls. He is cheating you” As Uma refused to believe her, she accepted the challenge and said that she would prove the truth about Anish in a week’s time.  Teena was a very pretty girl and a head turner wherever she went. But Uma was so sure that the love of Anish will not fail. But, today just after one week Teena brought a sparkling diamond ring which Anish had given her as s present for their love and proved her point.

 

Uma never worried about the lack of attention from the opposite sex and she knew that she was not attractive. Hence Asish’s praising her knowledge and intelligent all the time instead of her looks, made her believe that he was a different man who respected intelligence than the appearance.  This shock was too much for her to swallow. She felt highly ashamed as if she was exposed to the whole world in her skin.  She felt totally empty inside.

 

She put on her white overcoat and walked towards the hospital.  It was her night off and she knew that no one will be calling her for any emergency that night.

 

Reaching the hospital she got into the lift and entered the 5th floor.  She started walking the long corridor outside the maternity ward.  At the end of the ward, there was a storeroom, which had the medicines and other needed things for the patient.  As she entered the room the staff nurse at the desk got up and said, “Good evening Doctor. Do you need any medicine?”

Uma forced a simile and said, “No it is OK, I am looking for some specific combination of a new medicine.  I want to find how many combinations are available here with us in the store” She walked inside and the nurse took her position back in her chair.   She walked across rows and rows of cupboard till she came to the one cupboard she was looking for. She took a bottle of very strong sleeping pills and quietly slipped it into her coat pocket. In her total dejection her mind was all blank and she never even once thought about the seriousness of her action.   She came out of the room and thanking the nurse started walking towards the lift.

   She was just about to enter the lift she heard a scream, “Doctor Uma, Doctor, please stop” It was a voice of a known a nurse. As she turned she found nurse Hema Patil, running towards her from the maternity ward. She stopped and waited for the panting nurse to reach her. The Nurse blurred out more than talking, “Doctor, please come for help.  Doctor Shweta is not able to handle the patient and the patient is sinking” Without a single word Uma turned and started running towards the maternity ward along with the nurse.

The operation theatre was in a total chaos. The patient was about a sixteen-year-old girl and was trying to jump off the bed screaming, “   “Leave me alone! Let me die. I don’t want this baby” While two nurses were struggling to pin her down to the bed. The fresh young Doctor Swetha in her scrub clothes and gloves was struggling to do her work. As nurse draped a scrub coat and face mask to Uma, she whispered, “The patient is a rape victim, teenage girl”

Uma started talking loud as she dressed saying, “Hey are you not the pretty girl who was selected for Super dancer show on  the TV last year. I am so glad to see you here”

For a moment the girl blinked and stopped fighting. Using this moment the nurses pinned her down on the bed. The girl looked at Uma with her tear-stained bewildered eyes and said, “I never went on any TV show. Which show are you talking about? “

Uma now gestured Sewtha with her eyes to continue her job and coming closer near the face of the girl she said, “ Are you sure that you were not in the TV anytime? But your face is very pretty and looks exactly like the winner girl”

The girl’s eye widened and said, “But I had only watched the TV shows. Which one are you talking about?” Uma kept her conversation on as she joined Swetha in her work. Together they pulled out the tinny baby struck at an odd angle, safely from the mother’s uterus.  She handed over the baby to the smiling sister and leaving the remaining delivery process to Swetha , she came near the face of the girl and said softly, “If you don’t want the baby it is OK.  The hospital will keep the baby. But you take care of your health as your life is precious and be happy that now all the pain is over” She tenderly touched the face of the girl, the victim, who was crying heartbroken again. She injected the girl with a sedative and the girl calmed down.

   As she came out to the side room and washed her hands the nurse said, “Thank you so much, doctor. I know you are on off duty today. In spite of that, you came and helped us. But for you, we would have lost both the bay and the mother”

  Uma patted the nurse and said smiling, “It OK,  Hema! I was around here just by coincidence. God decides everything. Take care of that girl”

 

Just as she was talking the intercom on the wall started blaring.”  All doctors please listen.  An emergency situation had occurred. All the doctors free, off duty, on duty, all are requested to come down to the causality ward immediately. A large number of accident victims are there to be attended urgently.”  The announcement started a second time. But by that time Uma had already rushed to the lift. She went down to the main reception area which leads to the causality ward.

 

The reception itself was filled with wounded, bleeding patients all over as there was no room in the side the causality ward. Two buses had collided head-on and loads of sleeping passengers were injured.  There were young and old women, men and many children too. They were bleeding so profusely that it was difficult to make out where they were injured.  Within seconds doctors and nurses started busily treating the injured.  IV stands and oxygen cylinders were drawn to the same place as there was not much time to shift them to a proper bed.

 

By half an hour all the doctors who were sleeping peacefully in their home also came down to help.  Some of the patients needed blood and they were attended in priority.  Many patients needed stitches for heir cuts and wounds.  Some needed orthopaedic help for their broken bones.  The night stretched to the next day and then night again and the doctors and nurses were not even aware of that, as they worked tirelessly.  Three pregnant women went to premature delivery due to accident and Uma’s hands were full.  By the next early morning, as the patients settled down, she went to the doctors changing room. She flopped on a chair and instantly fell asleep.

 

She has woken up by a friendly nurse with a cup of hot tea in the morning.  Smiling the nurse said, “Doctor, most of the patients are now stable and our regular duty doctors are taking care. You can go back to the room and take a good rest” Uma got up and took the tea. Thanking the nurse she went back to the ward again, to have a look at the patients.  Now each and every bed had a group of relatives, most of them were villagers.  They had reached the hospital on hearing the news.  As she went to each bed all the relations thanked her profusely with folded hands for saving the life of their near and dear ones. Many of them actually fell at her feet and she had difficulty in stopping them from doing it.

 

After one hour she returned to her room. She removed her white coat and threw it on the cot. The bottle of sleeping pills rolled out of the pocket. She picked it up and stared at it. She turned and saw her reflection in the mirror. The hundreds of faces which thanked her including the rape victim’s crying face, swept through her memory.  She looked at her reflection and talked to herself.  “ These are the hands which helped so many patients to overcome their pain.  This body had the strength to go through two days work without a break doing the greatest job to humanity. When God  has made me for this purpose, how silly of me to think of destroying the will of God.  Thank you, God, for saving me from my stupid emotional mistake”   After her shower, she went back to the storeroom to replace the sleeping medicines safe in the cupboard.

 

Now Uma is running a counselling service along with her hospital job to help the people who think of committing suicide, especially for the students who get low marks or girls who end up with a broken heart.

 

She advises them, “God has created everyone for a purpose.  Life is very precious.  If you meet a dead end turn your direction. Maybe God is waiting for you with something  much bigger”

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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A CUP OF COFFEE & A BUTCHER KNIFE

       The maid came in switched on the light.  She looked at Akshara sitting very still and said softly,” Madam you had been sitting like this whole day. Please, drink this Tea.   I assure you Madam, Sir will be all right”

 Akshara looked up. The concern of her maid Malathi touched her heart.  She silently took the Tea and sipped it. The tea really did some good.  She handed over the empty cup to Malathi, and went to the washroom and washed her face with cold water. She looked at her reflection.

 She was looking so pretty at the age of 34. She never looked one year older than twenty.  And how much her husband Aravind loved her! Four months of happiest marriage.  What could have driven Aravind to this end of trying to take away his own life? Why did he not share his problems with her?  Endless questions burst into her head with no answers.  

She decided to freshen up and started changing her dress. Her cell phone started ringing. She picked up and said in trembling voice, too afraid of a bad news, “Hello” It was Nitin, her PA from the hospital. He said, “Maam, Good news.  Aravind Sir had come back to consciousness. You can come and meet him” 

The maid, listening to the one side conversation understood the massage from the relief in her Madam’s face. She called the driver and then got into the car with her without being told to do so. 

As the car speeded towards the hospital waves of the memory of her past life kept flashing in her memory— Her short interaction with Aravind and her quick  decision for a marriage. Though she had never taken interest in any men earlier in her life, frequently seeing Aravind in so many charity events, blood donation camp, books distribution for poor children etc somehow made her take an interest in him. He was an Engineer and was earning a very average salary most of which he was spending for the poor.  She had never seen a young youth taking so much of his time for the welfare of the poor and needy. Her heart softened towards him without her knowledge. She was the Vice President of an international Bank.   She was the one who proposed to Aravind while he hesitated pointing at this difference in their status. But Akshara was adamant and they married. Four months of blissful married life. Being an orphan and having grown up in the hostel she had not seen much affection in life. This boundless love which Aravind showered on her made her life heaven.  But suddenly everything seems have come down crashing 

Today morning she had an early Bank meeting. She was getting ready at 6.30 A.M. When she was just finishing, she heard the scream of Malathi.  Rushing to the office room she found Aravind sprawled on the sofa, his mouth frothing.  The quick-thinking maid called the driver and with his help got him into the car and they rushed him to the hospital. After the painful waiting in front of the critical patients’ ward for two hours, the doctor came out. He said that though they had washed away the poison from Aravind’s stomach still his condition was critical and they have to wait for next 24 hours to assure that he   is out of danger.  Earlier Akshara’s office staff had already rushed in  to the hospital to help their kind boss.  Now they convinced her to go home and they took charge of sitting in the waiting room by turns. 

The car jerked as it pulled in front of the hospital. As they entered Aravind’s room, the doctor examining him looked up and said, “He is still not out of danger. So please take care and no emotional talk please!” 

Akshara looked at the pale white face of her husband.  Aravind’s eyes looked at her face and as his eyes filled with tear he said, in feeble voice his lips trembling, “I am very sorry Akshara” 

She smiled warmly and gently patted his hand and said, “Don’t worry about anything Aravind.  Get well soon and come back home “  She left the room. 

One week passed. After his discharge from the hospital, Akshara took leave from office. She spent all her time with him, nursing him, taking care of every need of him. Not a single time she asked him about the reason for his suicide attempt.

Akshara started working again. One fine morning during breakfast Aravind on his own, talked in a stammering voice all about his problem. He said that a month ago he was fired from his job. He and two of his friends together decided to start a software business. Since he did not want to burden Akshara, the three of them took a loan from one of the money lenders.  One fine morning Aravind found that his two friends had cheated him, sold away his office and all the furniture etc and vanished with his money. So the heavy loan from the money lender was on his head who was giving threat calls to him  now because there was no more any office left.  To avoid being humiliated he decided to end his life. 

Akshara said in a soothing voice, “Arvind if you had asked me I would have arranged for a loan properly from the bank. Why did you get entangled with the money lenders who are mostly illegal operators? By way, now tell me how much loan you own to that man?” 

Aravind swallowed hard and said, “Three crores of rupees” 

Akshara was shocked.  She said, “Such a huge amount just to start a company?  Even I cannot raise a loan for this amount. Neither I have liquid cash or some investments which I can encash immediately!  But still, don’t worry. I will find a solution in two days” 

Next day when they were at  the dinner table Aravind started, “Akshara, I have an idea provided  you don’t get me wrong!  But, I can give you an easy solution” 

A surprised Akshara said, “What solution you have Aravind ?” 

Aravind cleared his throat and with a little hesitation started “ Akshara, I heard that our CM  had sanctioned a huge cash of 30 crores to your Bank. This is for the distribution to the poor families of Farmers who had committed suicide. I understand that you are the head of this entire operation. From this fund, you can easily give me three crores against any false farmer’s family name and no one ever know about this” 

Akshara was shocked beyond words.  She looked at him in disbelief. After a few moments she said, “How can you misuse a fund so easily?  We have to show so many records of transaction like the signature of the family members and the witness also for the same.   It is not done in isolation. Fund distribution has rigorous rules for implementation. It is not easy as you think” 

Aravind now laughed. He now looked a completely changed man.  He said “Akshara, leave all that to me.  I can get a dozen farmers signature and three witnesses for everyone at the flash of my hand. I can manage it all in no time.” 

Akshara sat like a statute blankly looking at him unable to believe her ears.  After five minutes she got up abruptly and said, “OK Aravind, I will think over it tonight”  She quickly went to the bedroom and locked herself in– the first time in their married life. 

Next day morning when Aravind came to the breakfast table, she was waiting for him, already dressed up for a meeting.  She said, “Aravind I got an early meeting to attend.  You ask the money lender to come to the Red house at eleven AM today. I will give him the money there” Before Aravind could talk anything she turned and left the house. 

Aravind asked Malathi, “Which is this ‘Red house’ she is mentioning?” Malathi said, “That is the small apartment No 303, next to the “ Steaming Coffee House” on the main road. I will get you the key” . She brought the key and gave it to him. 

At 11.30 AM ,  Aravind got an SMS from Akshara asking him to meet her in the Coffeehouse at 11.45 A.M.  When Aravind reached the hotel,  he found her sitting at a table all alone and sipping a coffee.  Her handbag was on the table half covering a red stole, she was wearing in the morning.  

Aravind reached her in two steps and pulling a chair sat down. He asked in a hurry, ” You gave the money? Hope you gave him the money in cash. You know these transactions cannot go by cheque.”  She continued to sip her coffee coolly and nodded her head. He asked impatiently, “Tell me how it went. Did he argue or took it quietly” 

Akshara spoke calmly.”You have nothing to worry now Aravind. He cannot trouble you anymore. Because  I had killed him just now with this” 

 Saying this, she moved her hand bag and pulled the stole away. Aravind almost screamed when he saw the blood-soaked butcher knife.  Akshara continued calmly, “You don’t worry about me. It was a perfect murder. I came out in between the meeting and within five minutes was back in the meeting. Thus I have the perfect alibi.   You should be happy dear as all your problem with money is over permanently now “ 

Aravind burst out in an angry tone , “ You killed my friend?  He only knows the password for our money in the locker. Now how will I get that money? You stupid lady….” 

Akshara interrupted him and asked in surprised voice, “Which password my dear?” 

Aravind suddenly realized his mistake and said, “Oh!  I was worried actually about you and….” He stammered to continue. 

Akshara smiled and said, “Aravind, I have not become the Vice- President of a Bank just like that by chance. We study about a lot of frauds and cheating in our MBA. You men think that a single lady, bonded with marriage, will do anything for you? Though I will send you behind the bars anyway still, I would have even forgiven all that drama of your false charity,  your drama of of  suicide , paying the doctor to act as per your wish everything as a common corn man’s drama. But what I can never forgive you is,   that you wanted to steal from the fund allotted to the poor farmers” 

As Aravind scrambled to get up and run, the iron hands of the Inspector standing behind him quietly so far, caught him and promptly handcuffed him. The Inspector said, “Thank you, Madam, as per your phone call we had already arrested the three criminals who were hiding your Red house thank for your co operation and help” He dragged Aravind away. 

Akshara called the waiter. When he came she said “Thank you so much for your meat chopping knife”   The waiter smiled. She kept a heavy tip on the plate and stood up.  Akshara,   the modern educated Indian girl, walked away with a smile on her lip and her head held straight with pride.    

 

education

Love has no boundaries

 

old couple

 

A dozen ladies of the village were near the well filling their brass pots and generally enjoying some village gossips.  At this time Sita, heavily pregnant, reached the well with her pot in hand.  Spotting her at a distance itself there was peals of laughter and funny comments about her.  Knowing well this daily drama Sita walked with an impassive face towards the well.

As she was close enough Jamuna, the most talkative lady of the village said with a faked sympathy, “Oh God, Sita, walk carefully.  Even otherwise the pregnancy at this age is so difficult. Added to this if you slip or fall it will be hell. Please wait there itself and don’t come down near the slippery well. I will fill your pot and give you”

As everyone hardly bothered to hide their suppressed giggles, Jamuna walked three steps towards her and collected the pot from Sita.  She tied the rope on the pot and dropping the pot inside the well started drawing water.

Another older lady Mangamma, asked Sita her voice with forced concern, “Sita are you taking proper care of your health? We know that when things are so costly now, it will be a big strain on you and the Ram Sasthri to manage the house. What to do?  God always troubles only the good person”

Sita did not reply but smiled gently. Jamuna gave her the filled pot and without a single word conversation, she walked back. Once she started walking back, there was a loud laughter noise at her back. But Sita patiently walked away without looking back.

For the past two months, since Sita’s pregnancy started showing outwardly, the village had gone into this mocking and gossiping mode. Sita’s husband Ram Sasthri was the poorest man in the village who was a temple priest.  They had two daughters. In spite of his poverty somehow he had managed to get both of them married and they were well settled. He was taking some Sanskrit slokas classes besides his temple income and the husband and wife were just managing their life living from hand to mouth.

Now at the age of thirty-four, Sita was pregnant again.  This was the cause for the villager’s gossip. Firstly, she was too poor and cannot afford a child. Secondly, when her daughters are already married off, she was an old lady, and it was shameful to get pregnant.  Sita was very patient for all the gossips, which irritated the villagers more.

One fine morning when Sita reached her eighth month of pregnancy, she and her husband packed off to the town and the villagers assumed that she had gone to one of the daughters for her delivery.

Months rolled by and after four months Sita came back with her husband.  There was no child.  When one day the Jamuna enquired about the child Sita told that she lost the child as it was stillborn. Very rudely Jamuna said, “It was good that God saved you from the burden” Sita smiled without replying.

Sasthri was listening to this and said, “Sita, I am so sorry that you have to put up with all  this villager’s thrash just because of me. I sometimes wonder if you should have…”

Before he finished the sentence Sita rushed to him and closed his mouth. She said with a loving voice, “You are my life and as long as you are there nothing can affect me”

One year ago it happened. Sasthri thought about the events of   that happened that day when Sita took him for check up for his breathlessness.  The doctors told them that he had a thick blockage in the artery and a operation has to be performed. The operation charges were about four lacks.

As Sita sat on the hospital bench shocked, one of the young lady doctors who was the classmate of her daughter in school came to her and smiled warmly. Then she took her to her consulting room and had a  very long conversations.

First Sita was shocked. But as the young doctor told her that not only she can save her husband but she can also make a young childless couple happy.  Finally, she decided to accept the offer.

From the ten lakhs promised, she got 6 lakhs as an advance and Sastri’s was operated and became well. Same time Sita was impregnated with the donor sperm.

Eight months she carried the baby with all the care and went back to the hospital in the town.  The lady doctor gave accommodation to her and her husband and took care of her final days before the delivery.

After one month she delivered a healthy baby. The baby was handed over to the couple. The childless couple touched her feet with tears in their eyes for her service. She returned home with a substantial credit in her bank.

Sasthri thought heart in heart. In the mythology, they mention about so many great women like Savithri, who got her husband’s life back from Yama the God of death. But his wife Sita is a real Savithri of Who without bothering about the gossiping world, single-handed stood by his side and got his health back without borrowing money from one.

Sita came with coffee and looking at his husband asked, “What are you dreaming about?”  He smiled and said,” I am dreaming of an angel I married”

 

 

 

Love has no boundaries.

 

 

 

A dozen ladies of the village were near the well filling their brass pots and generally enjoying some village gossips.  At this time Sita, heavily pregnant, reached the well with her pot in hand.  Spotting her at a distance itself there was peals of laughter and funny comments about her.  Knowing well this daily drama Sita walked with an impassive face towards the well.

 

As she was close enough Jamuna, the most talkative lady of the village said with a faked sympathy, “Oh God, Sita, walk carefully.  Even otherwise the pregnancy at this age is so difficult. Added to this if you slip or fall it will be hell. Please wait there itself  and don’t come down near the slippery well. I will fill your pot and give you”

As everyone hardly bothered to hide their suppressed giggles, Jamuna walked three steps towards her and collected the pot from Sita.  She tied the rope on the pot and dropping the pot inside the well started drawing water.

Another older lady Mangamma , asked Sita her voice with forced concern, “Sita are you taking proper care of your health? We know that when things are so costly now, it will be a big strain on you and the Ram Sasthri to manage the house. What to do?  God always troubles only the good person”

Sita did not reply but smiled gently. Jamuna gave her the filled pot and without a single word conversation, she walked back. Once she started walking back, there was a loud laughter noise at her back. But Sita patiently walked away without looking back.

For the past two months, since Sita’s pregnancy started showing outwardly, the village had gone into this mocking and gossiping mode. Sita’s husband Ram Sasthri was the poorest man in the village who was a temple priest.  They had two daughters. In spite of his poverty somehow he had managed to get both of them married and they were well settled. He was taking some Sanskrit slokas classes besides his temple income and the husband and wife were just managing their life living from hand to mouth.

Now at the age of thirty-four, Sita was pregnant again.  This was the cause for the villager’s gossip. Firstly, she was too poor and cannot afford a child. Secondly, when her daughters are already married off, she was an old lady, and it was shameful to get pregnant.  Sita was very patient for all the gossips, which irritated the villagers more.

One fine morning when Sita reached her eighth month of pregnancy, she and her husband packed off to the town and the villagers assumed that she had gone to one of the daughters for her delivery.

Months rolled by and after four months Sita came back with her husband.  There was no child.  When one day the Jamuna enquired about the child Sita told that she lost the child as it was stillborn. Very rudely Jamuna said, “It was good that God saved you from the burden” Sita smiled without replying.

Sasthri was listening to this and said, “Sita, I am so sorry that you have to put up with all  this villager’s thrash just because of me. I sometimes wonder if you should have…”

Before he finished the sentence Sita rushed to him and closed his mouth. She said with a loving voice, “You are my life and as long as you are there nothing can affect me”

One year ago it happened. Sasthri thought about the events of   that happened that day when Sita took him for check up for his breathlessness.  The doctors told them that he had a thick blockage in the artery and a operation has to be performed. The operation charges were about four lacks.

As Sita sat on the hospital bench shocked, one of the young lady doctors who was the classmate of her daughter in school   came to her and smiled warmly. Then she took her to her consulting room and had a  very long conversations.

First Sita was shocked. But as the young doctor told her that not only she can save her husband but she can also make a young childless couple happy.  Finally, she decided to accept the offer.

From the ten lacks promised, she got 6 lacks as an advance and Sastri’s was operated and became well. Same time Sita was impregnated with the donor sperm.

Eight months she carried the baby with all the care and went back to the hospital in the town.  The lady doctor gave accommodation to her and her husband and took care of her final days before the delivery.

After one month she delivered a healthy baby. The baby was handed over to the couple. The childless couple touched her feet with tears in their eyes for her service. She returned home with a substantial credit in her bank.

Sasthri thought heart in heart. In the mythology, they mention about so many great women like Savithri, who got her husband’s life back from Yama the God of death. But his wife Sita is a real Savithri of Who without bothering about the gossiping world, single-handed stood by his side,  and got his health back without borrowing money from one.

Sita came with coffee and looking at his husband asked, “What are you dreaming about?”  He smiled and said,” I am dreaming of an angel I married”

 

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LET US STOP THIS EXPLOITATION

girl 1

 

Divya was a new teacher who joined our school at the beginning of that academic year. She had earlier worked in Nagpur and along with the transfer of her husband’s job she moved to Mumbai and was selected as a maths &science teacher in our school.  She was allotted one of the backward divisions for teaching mathematics.  It is an irony that most of the children who are backward in studies were also from a poor background.  Many of them lived in shanties where the electricity used to be disturbed most of the nights and the children were not able to study in the night or they had serious water problems and the children were required to sit late to fill water in the house.  Coupled with so many domestic problems these children had to fight a battle every day to study and make their life better and to get the education.

There was a girl Seema in this class.  Her father was working as an electrician and one day he died in an accident while working. The corporation did give his family a handsome compensation but the relations of her father cheated the uneducated mother and took away a bulk of the amount.  Thus Seema’s mother was struggling for very existence by working as a cook in some houses but still, she managed to send her child to school. Seema, after helping her mother for the cooking and washing, was very weak in health and was also exhausted by the time she came to school. Naturally, she was very average in studies and was always in the borderline.

One day Divya talked to me in her free time. She said, “Madam, I am very worried about Seema.  Poverty, lack of a supporting male member at home, uneducated mother, these are all potent combination  which can easily  destroy the future of the girl.”

I was rather surprised. I said, “ Divya why are so worried?. For so many years we had seen such children coming from very poor families and having only mothers supporting them. But the girls had done well in past. These girls know their responsibility and in by the time the final examination is around they put in more hard work and they all pass by the end of the year”

Divya said,“ Madam, I was reminded of a girl Aruna in my Nagpur school and the dangerous situation she was trapped into,  just because of the same circumstances”  As both of us had a free period I settled down to hear her story and she started.

She said, “The school I worked was a corporation school and mostly had children coming from the nearby slum.  Most of the children were very weak in studies and we used to give them extra classes to help them to catch up with the regular classes.  There was a girl Aruna in my class.  One day her mother came to school and told me that she had lost her husband recently in an accident,  and she was working very hard to manage for the books etc for Aruna. I told her that I will take care of Aruna and pay some extra attention to her in the class and she will be alright.  Days rolled by and we had finished the first term.  Aruna had scored the lowest marks in mathematics.  We had a teacher’s meeting and we were discussing a project for the possibility to coach the very weak student.  But somehow this did not materialize as all the teacher had already too many extra activities such as preparing children for elocution, science, maths and such competitive examination etc.

As I was wondering about how to manage the situation for Aruna, I  noticed a sudden change in Aruna.  She started wearing some types of flashy trinkets in ears and flashy jingling bangles.  Her face looked a bit too much made up for the school. Then she started remaining absent. First two days, then next two days I brushed off.  But when she was absent for the third sequence I pulled her up and asked her for the reason for her absence. Aruna was a bit shaken up and she said “Madam, my grandmother lives alone in a house close to the school. Many times when she is sick, I go to her house to help her” I told her strictly, “Aruna. You are in X the standard and your attendance is very important for forwarding your application form for the Board.  If you remain absent so many time,  I am afraid I cannot help you and you would miss the year”

I asked some other girls who stayed close to the Aruna’s grandmother’s house to give a message to the Grandmother. Next day the grandmother came to school. What she told me with tears flowing from her eyes was too shocking.  She said “ I was not bothered when my daughter in law went into the cheap flush trade after my son died. But she is now trying to force my grand- daughter also into the trade.   So the poor girl runs away from home and takes shelter in my house.  What can I do? How can I stop my daughter in law?”

Now I did not know how much she says is the truth. Hence I told Aruna to get her mother to school.  When she came I said, “Aruna is missing too many classes.  She is already poor in studies and added to that the bad attendance will force us to hold up her form, from appearing for the board examination”

This is one type of false threat,  we give to all parents when their wards are frequent absentees or there are other in discipline problems.  Without fail, all the parent will buckle down under this threat and will definitely improve their children’s behavior.

But Aruna’s mother gave me the shock of my life with her answer. She was neither a humble, nervous mother I  had met some time back.   She was all dressed up now in a flashy way and she said a rude arrogant voice,  “  Madam not only you,  even the Principal of the school cannot stop my daughter from appearing for the examination. I am dead sure of it. So don’t give me this empty threat”

Swallowing hard my pride and the shock I said, ” How are you so sure? I am her class teacher who is supposed to certify her attendance and the Principal is the authority to forward her application form for the examination.  I hope you know that, don’t you? Then how can  you say that we cannot stop her application?”

She said in the same arrogant manner, “ You teachers or your school cannot do anything.  Because I am giving tuition to my daughter from Mr. XXXX,  who you know is a management committee member.  He is more powerful and he will see that not only my daughter gives the exams  but also she passes the SSC. He has contacts you know!”

As I stood with open mouth she walked away.  Though I was in the school for past three years I was little aware of any details about the management member. Later I approached a senior teacher and asked her about the Mr. XXX.

She looked a bit surprized and said, “Divya, why are you asking about that dirty dog?” Then she further told me that he was now an X management person. He was about 68 years old and was a widower. He used to trap the poor girls in the name of free maths tuition in his house and abuse them. The girls compelled by their need to pass the examination used to keep their mouth shut. But one day one of the parents discovered the truth and the news exploded.  The management immediately threw him out. So now he was not at all connected to the management anymore.

I remembered what Aruna’s  grandmother told me. I remembered all that sudden flashy dressing pattern of Aruna. I understood that old fellow had fooled Aruna’s mother and lured her in sending Aruna for maths tuition. Her life was in danger.

After an urgent meeting with the Principal, we contacted an NGO who worked for the Women and Child Welfare.  This member along with police visited both Aruna’s mother and the ill-famed man and gave them the threat of arrest. Aruna’s mother agreed to keep her in her Grandmother’s house till the board examination was over.  One of our retired Lady teachers agreed to give a special coaching to Aruna in her Grandmother’s house.

Aruna’s mother was given a clerical job in one of the NGO’s  who also gave some councilling for her.   Aruna passed the examination and life changed for both the mother and daughter.  Later we heard Aruna went for some technical school and later got employed there.”After finishing the story Divya said, “Madam  can you now understand my fears.”

I somehow convinced that in our school such things can never happen and even the single uneducated mothers are world wise, and they take care of their daughters.  But though I talked to her very convincingly the fear now got transferred from her mind to mine and started haunting me. I started watching all the girls very carefully to see if there is some change in their behaviour pattern etc.  As and when possible gave some general advice to the backward division children that we teachers are their best friends and they can always approach us as and when they have some problem. One by one I called the poor mothers and talked very friendly to them encouraging them to approach us for any help needed. Days rolled by and as usual all those girls from the very poor families passed the SSC with good marks in their first attempt.  The haunting fear slowly disappeared from my mind.

But as a teacher, many time I wish the educational institution could do something more to these struggling children beyond their usual teaching. The school building remains vacant in the night. If a project is implemented with some retired senior teacher volunteers, the school could be opened for these poor children for studying in the night up to 12 in the night.  The children will have electricity, fan and more than that a peaceful atmosphere.  The retired teachers can supervise that discipline is maintained.  How many poor children can benefit from this? Hope someday such dreams will be realized.

 

 

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When the truth strikes!

 

As Ram Sastri watched through the round window of the special ICU,  the emergency critical patient’s ICU, his most loving grandson  Yoges’s figure started dimming from his sight. He wiped his overflowing tears from his eyes with his wrinkled hands and looked again. Just yesterday evening this boy hugged him tight and went out to get his favourite sweets on his motorbike. Now his almost lifeless body lay there in the bed, connected to a mesh of monitors around. His life was now only the sound of the beeping of the ventilators.

 

A nurse came from the back side and said in a soft voice,” Please Uncle go and sit, you had been standing for hours near the window.  God will save your grandson. Please go and sit”.  Reluctantly he walked back to his chair near the wall. The eerie silence of the long deserted corridor seemed to echo the approaching dark shadows of death. He saw his son Mayur and doctor coming out of a room on the other end of the corridor. They were far away for Sasthri to hear any of their whispered conversation. But the silhouette of both of them, the doctor’s sort of shrugging his shoulders, and his son’s stooping, shivering shoulders explained everything to him. The doctor walked away and Mayur sat down there itself on a chair. Sasthri knew he was too afraid of coming near him to report what the doctor told him just now.

As the uncontrolled tears, once again welled in his eyes it was not only just the pain of the accident victim of his grandson but more of a guilt which was swallowing him alive. Exactly three month’s back he was in the same hospital in front of the same  ICU where his wife Sudha was on ventilators, brain dead after a stroke. His son Mayur was pleading with him for his permission. There was a ten-year-old boy who urgently needed a heart transplant in the ICU. Mayur was begging Sasthri that he if he could allow Sudha’s heart be donated to that boy. He repeatedly begged his father that his mother was dead except for the ventilator, but all her organs were fine and the donation of her organ could save eight lives. Two blind people could get their eyes, two can get a kidney, her heart and liver can save two more and her skin can save four or five burn victims fighting in the deathbed.

He said, “Papa this is the greatest gift we can give to the society.  Mother’s soul will also be so pleased if we donate her organs which are now just going to be sacrificed in the last pyre” Sasthri who was a Guru of Sath-Sang angrily retorted, “I had lived with her for 65 years. It is my duty to give her an honourable farewell by cremating her with all religious rites. How can I agree that a part of her body still to be left in this world of Maya? Are you not ashamed of asking me that your dead mother’s body is cut into pieces and parts taken away? You lived inside that body for ten months and you want to shame that body of your loving mother?”

A million times begging, from his son and the doctors, failed to make an impact on him to change his decision. Just when they were taking charge of Sudha’s body the young mother of the ten-year-old boy was also collecting their son’s body, and even that did not affect Sasthri at that time

Now his hardly fifteen-year-old Grandson is in need of an urgent liver transplant, The road accident has totally punctured his liver. Sastri was 85 years old and was still living.  But he cannot give his liver to the boy. If someone is not stubborn like him and is generous than his grandson can get the donation of lungs for him. If he was not stupid the other day he could have saved 8  lives when Sudha died. May be God is punishing him for his insensitivity and today he is the one who is begging for a donation.

Suddenly there was a commotion as a new was patient was wheeled in from the causality room. As the attendants rushed in pushing the stretcher, he saw vaguely a blood soaked image of a person.  Behind the stretcher came a handful of relations of the victim.   They all stopped as the operation theatre door closed on them.  Slowly one by one they all moved to the chairs around him. Forgetting momentarily his sorrow he looked at them. There were some elderly people, and an older lady from that was crying uncontrollably while others tried to pacify her. But one very young lady sat among them totally silent, just staring at the wall.

Mayur came to him and took him aside. He gave him a cup of Tea and said,” Papa, just drink this. You cannot starve yourself for a long time. Doctors are trying, telephoning all over India. We may get a donor” Sasthri took the tea and looked at the face of his son. Mayur turned his face away from his father to avoid his eyes. Sasthri understood. There was absolutely no hope now. May be they have to wait now only to collect the body.

Sasthri went to the wash room. After five minutes when he came out Mayur was waiting for him at the entrance. Expecting the worst he looked at him.  But Mayur face was bright now and he was breathless as he said, “Papa, God has helped us. We got a donation of the liver. I am going to sign the papers for the operation. I came here only just to inform.   You please wait here” As Sasthri stood unbelievably he ran through the long corridor in a hurry.

Sasthri could not still believe.  How did his grandson get a liver so fast? Who was the kindest person in the world who donated it? Is this a miracle?  He closed his eyes and started praying.  Suddenly a group of about ten doctors came rushing into the operation theatre where a patient was taken in some twenty minutes back. The old lady waiting there now fainted and others started reviving her. Sasthri noticed that the young lady who was sitting there was not there now. Who was she and why did she disappear?  From the old lady’s reaction, it was clear that the patient who was taken inside is no more. But,  that young lady?   After about five minutes that young lady came out of the operation theatre and sat quietly again. The elderly went to her and hugging her started crying again. The young lady hugged the old lady but her eyes were still dry.

The large group of doctors now came out carrying many rectangular ice boxes with them.  One by one they all stood near the young lady and whispered something softly to her and then left in a hurry.  Sasthri waited quietly and so did the group in front of him. No one talked a  and a dead silence enveloped all of them. Only the senior lady kept wiping her tears still.  Two hours passed.

 

Mayur came running his face relaxed. Sasthri could understand from his face that the operation was successful.

He just nodded his head to Sasthri but without stopping near him he crossed him and walked over to the group seated there. As Sasthri got up half guessing Mayur walked to the young lady. He stood there for a fraction of a second. As the lady lifted her eyes with a question mark he suddenly dropped himself full length near her feet as a “ Sashtanka Namaskar. He held both her feet with his hands and cried repeatedly saying “ How will I ever thank you, Madam. How will I ever…….:” As Sasthri looked stunted, the other male members waiting with her got up and gently pulled Mayur up. As Mayur got up and stood, his hands still folded, the lady who was so quit for so much time whispered,” It is OK, I can at least live the rest of my life thinking a part of my husband is alive somewhere” For the first time her eyes welled with tears.  Sasjthri now walked to her and folded his hand and said” Beata I am too old to touch your feet. Let God bless you with peace of mind  for  your greatest  gesture”

Both Mayur and his father now walked to the other operation theatre and sat waiting for doctor’s permission to see their child. Mayur spoke in trembling voice, “ Papa  Doctors told me that the lady is married just six months back and her husband met with an accident. He was declared brain death. This lady had donated all his organs and by this time they are transported to different pairs of India for the needy one. That lady is just Goddess.”

One month latter Sastri was doing his Upanyas as usual. Once he finished his usual preaching he aid “ Before you people come forward to the donation box I  want to tell you that the greatest donation you can give To God is your organ donation. Pledge your organs and after death also you will be giving life to the living once. Who knows one of us may be tomorrow the person begging for a donation. So instead of putting money in the donation box fill up the organ donation form and that will be a million rupee worth and surely you will get all the God’s blessings”  The entire group of people started forming a queue in front of the organ donation forms piled on a table.

 

This Story is dedicated to all those angels who had kindly pledged or donated their loving one’s organs. Please pledge your organs—-  The greatest form of gift— Give life to the living ones.       

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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Mama will you help me please?

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Supriya looked at the wall clock for the hundredth time. It was only 5 AM.   The hands of the clock seemed almost frozen, not at all moving. She once again checked her small carry bag.  Just three sets of dress, her medicine pouch and her Bank pass book and her chequebook.  The pass book showed a pitiable amount of Rs Bungalow   5,500/- She closed her eyes and tried to concentrate on her deep breathing.

The clock started striking. 6 AM. She got up. Picking up her bag she quickly came out of her room and opening the main door she came out of her castle like Bungalow.   As she reached the main gate the security got up and looked behind her half wondering why was she walking.

He said, “Madam, car? Shall I wake up the driver?”  She dismissed him with a wave of her hand and walked out.  As the Security still stood confused, she hailed an auto passing by and got inside.  The security stood with an open mouth that his madam was going out so early, with a bag and that too without a car.

The auto travelled for about twenty minutes and entered  Dharavi, Mumbai’s largest slum, and moved through the congested twisting small lanes. Reaching her destination she stopped the auto. With bag in hand, she reached one of the brick construction house and rang the bell.   Muthu, clad in a lungi, opened the door and seeing Supriya he stood too stunned – his face a mixed feeling of surprise and worry and he blabbered, “Madam, You are here in this morning hour. If you had called me…”

Before he struggled to finish his sentence Supriya said,” Muthu, is it not better that I come inside and answer all your questions?”’

Muthu hurriedly opened the door full and stretching his hand out, took her bag from her hand and said,” Please come in Madam, after all this house is all your blessings only “

He pulled a chair and wiped it with the towel on his shoulder. His two daughters studying on a corner table got up hurriedly and looked bewildered at the unknown, too sophisticated looking visitor of their house.

Though they had not seen Supriya earlier, they were smart to understand from their father’s gesture, that the lady must be their father’s X boss.  By this time hearing, all commotion Meenu came out of the kitchen and seeing Supriya she almost shrieked, “Madam! Oh God! You had come to our house! So much of an honour for us” Saying she reached Supriya in two steps and buckling down touched her feet with both her hands.

Supriya smiled at the girls and very casually started a conversation with them asking about what they were studying etc. Within five minutes Meenu bought a cup of steaming coffee for Supriya and hand it to her and said, “Please Madam.  Drink this. In case you want to relax for some time please relax in this cot” She switched on the ceiling fan.

 

Supriya took the coffee. It tasted wonderful.  Was it really the taste of coffee or is because of the warmth with which this family welcomed her? She could not actually decide. Till now neither Muthu nor Meenu asked her anything about the reason for her coming to their house so early in the morning.   The girls resumed their studies.

Supriya looked at Muthu and asked, “So what do you do nowadays? Are you working as a driver for someone else?’ Muthu answered,“No madam, I drive an auto now. I made the payment in installments and now the auto is mine. Meenu works in the nearby Milk booth and together we are able to manage the house”

The house was small but well kept. Muthu was the family driver for Supriya for past thirty years till the death of her husband Srikanth, three years ago. Srikanth once came to know that Muthu’s house was badly leaking during monsoon and he personally constructed this solid brick house for his driver fifteen years back.  Luckily just like for all his factory employees, he had maintained a provident fund account for Muthu also. Three years back her son Mukesh took over the father’s business he promptly removed Muthu from his service. The PF helped Muthu to carry on his life.

 

Supriya relaxed in the cot as there was nothing else to do till the shops open. As she closed her eyes her past life flashed through her mind. She and her husband started a garment business from the scratch and soon due to the honest effort of Srikanth the factory grew into a large one. Their only son was studying in the US and he dreamed of his son joining his business on his return. But before he came back Srikanth had a massive heart attack and died. Soon after the rituals were over Mukesh frankly told his mother that he was not interested in the garment industry and he wanted to open his own software business. His living partner, an American lady joined the family. All the old servants and drivers etc were removed from the service and a new set of men were appointed.

 

Soon one day Mukesh took her signatures in all the documents for selling of the garment factory as maximum shares of the company was in her name. Supriya was too depressed with her husband’s death and did not give any opinion on her son’s decision and signed all the documents.  She hardly knew what business her son was doing and how was he managing it all. Just three days back she got the shock of her life when Mukesh told her that he had sold the house and they all should now go to Bangalore as he decided to open his company there.  She understood that while getting all documents of the company signed by her Mukesh had cheated her by taking her signature of the Bungalow also which was in her name, without her knowledge.  She started thinking seriously and after two days decided that she will not live with her son anymore. That is why she was here today morning.

 

As she woke up she found Meenu waiting for her with morning breakfast. The small family ate the simple breakfast together happily. It was nine ‘o’ clock. Supriya asked Muthu to take her to an ATM and withdrew   RS 4000/ from her account. She took the elder daughter Arpita to the  Chembur market, lined with small shops and with her help bought some dress materials and accessories like ribbons, decorative lace etc. The girl was very smart and she bargained well with the shop keepers and got the materials at reduced rates. They came back home.

 

Supriya had presented a tailoring machine to Meenu long time back.  She designed a dozen small baby dresses on newspaper and then cut the clothes for stitching.  She was surprised at her own potential, that after 30 years gap she had still not forgotten her skill.   Menu sat at the machine and by evening they could complete a dozen tiny dresses for boys and girls.  The girls did the finer finishing job.  They bought boxes and packed them neatly in the boxes.  The night they offered the cot to her and the girls slept on the floor near the cot.

Next day morning taking Arpita with her Supriya went to the Mall where a lot of children’s dress shops were there. She approached the manager of one shop and gave four sets of the sample dress.  She told him that she was starting a small scale industry for the slum women and the manager should try selling these dresses as sample pieces. She repeated the procedure on three more shops.For the next two days, they worked in the same way on- stop till ten in the night. As Meenu was working as a tailor for the neighbouring ladies for quite some years, she was a big help in both cutting and stitching. Now they had made about fifty dresses.

 

Supriya went to the mall next day with her new dresses, and to her surprise, the Manager welcomed her with a broad smile. He said, “Madam I sold each piece for Rs500/ instead of your quoted price of Rs 250/ But they were sold out like hot cakes.  Many had placed orders. Please get me more numbers of these dresses” The Manger also offered a token amount as advance payment.

 

Days started flying and Supriya’s Baby dress stared booming like a small scale industry.  As orders increased day and night her working area increased to a neighbouring shed and women working for her increased to twenty in number.Tirelessly she co-coordinated the work. Women who did not have the skill of tailoring were used for the final finishing jobs of stitching button and ironing and packing the finished product.

 

After three months she met her old bank manager.  Remembering the crores of rupees her company had done with the bank, he sanctioned a heavy loan for her. She had now registered her garment industry as Women’s Industry and registered it under the name, “SRI garments”

 

By three years her SRI garment grew big enough to own a three story building of their  own.  She had all modern computerized embroidery designing machines and had a staff of five hundred women working in various departments.  On the ground floor of the factory besides her small office, she made a made a tiny one-bed room kitchen for her as her living quarters.  The factory worked till ten in the night and she paid her staff very well and give them all the benefit of PF, insurance coverage, and a special educational allowance for the children of her employees.  She hired young MBA girls under which a staff of twenty young girls worked as office staff, managing the purchase, export, marketing and everything.

Arpita who had completed her B.Com worked as PA for Supriya while her younger sister was sent to MBA studies. Meenu worked as a supervisor in the tailoring department. Muthu worked as stores in charge. The office owned three tempos now for their transporting facilities.

 

It was another day, another fresh morning in the factory.  Supriya was standing in front of her husband Srikanth’s photograph in her office, as usual before starting her day.  He seemed to be smiling at her.  She heard his inner voice, “Supriya, what you are doing now is the best.  You had turned the life of hundreds of women to a better standard. That is better than relaxing in your own bungalow and enjoying. Is it not? With all  this potential why you should be at home?”  She shook her head at her own imagination.  She sat on her chair.

 

Arpita knocked and came in and said,” Madam, there is a gentleman by name Mukesh to see you. He says he knows you well “

 

For one moment Supriya’s heart stopped beating. Her own son,  whom she brought up with all the care in the world, because he was born so late in their life. She had never ever raised her voice at him and gave everything he wanted. Even when he was not doing very well in education, she never was strict to him. And, it was this son who cheated her and for the past three years never bothered to find out where she was! If only he had asked her the house,  she would have happily given him that without hesitation. But he did not”

Arpita waiting asked in a confused voice, “Madam.  Could you see him or I will ask him to come some other time ?”
Supriya said,’ Arpita, send him inside and bring in two cups of coffee”

Mukesh entered. He stood staring at his mother. Supriya smiled and said “Come in Mukesh. Good to see you after so many days? How are you? How is your business?”

 

Mukesh came in and sat in a chair. He managed to talk, “ Mama how are you doing?”

The coffee came. Supriya signaled Arpita to stay in the cabin itself. She picked up the coffee with her own hands and handing it to Mukesh said, “Mukesh,  Your father had taught me good lessons of life. Together we had faced so many hardships. Those lessons had helped me.  As you can see I am doing fine here”

 

Mukesh gulped the coffee and said, “Mama,  I am so sorry for what all I had done. I should have continued father’s business.  The software company had gone into a total loss. I am totally broke now Mama”

 

Supriya noticed that his fair complexion had darkened showing his struggle and he looked much more aged than what he was.  She said in a soft voice, “ I am really very sorry for you dear. Don’t lose heart”

 

Mukesh swallowed and said, “Mama I had come for your help. You will help me, Mama?”

Supriya was quite for one moment looking at him steadily. Then she said, “Of course Mukesh, your father had taught me that we should help every person who is in trouble as much as possible. And till today I am following that.  So,  why not for you?”

 

Mukesh face lit up.  He said, “Yes Mama I know I can always bank on you.  So you will give me a cheque to start my business again?”

 

Supriya leaned slightly and opening her right side drawer of the table pushed her hand inside.  As she brought her hand out Mukesh eagerly looked for the chequebook. Bur, she brought out a pair of brand new keys and kept it on the table.

A confused Mukesh asked, “What is this key you are offering me, Mama?”

Supriya said calmly, “Mukesh, this is the key of the new Tempo we had purchased. We need a driver to drive that for delivering our goods to the shops.  I pay forty thousand rupees to my drivers along with benefits of insurance and PF. I am sure you will be happy to pick up the job”

As Mukesh looked stunned she got up and said calmly, “I have to go for an office meeting. If you do not want the job it is OK. Please do drop in as and when you are free. Take care, my son”

 

She walked out, her body erect her head held high as Arpita politely held the door open for her. Mukesh stared at his 74-year-old  mother- A   lady of courage and determination.

Arpita following her boss understood that Mukesh was her son. She said hesitantly” Madam” Supriya turned and smiled at her PA.  She said, “Arpita I am not being harsh. Mukesh is yet to learn from his failures. He had not learnt the meaning of hard work or honesty. When he realizes these I am sure he will come back for the Tempo key.   Till then let us find another driver”  Arpita stared at her boss too shocked to speak.

 

 

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Are we serious about this?

organ-donation-in-indiaA short time ago some religious ceremonies were performed in our house. When the function was over one of our young boys asked the Purohit about some doubts on the ‘Shraddha ceremony’, the annual ceremony offered to the departed souls. As the conversations progressed I was shocked by some of the remarks made by the so-called Purohit. He said, “Our entire body is given to us by God and different elements from nature give us different organs. So after our death, it is the duty of the living relatives to give back those organs to the elements in nature by cremating the body. The so-called Organ donation is a huge Sin. How can anyone donate something when it does not belong to them at all?”

I nearly went mad listening to this statement. But unfortunately, I had to refrain from answering him because it was a religious ceremony and arguing or advising was improper in that situation. But later I did fume to that young boy giving vent to all my suppressed anger on a wrong statement. I asked him, “Rajesh, someone should have asked that Purohit that if that Purohit’s kidney collapses tomorrow, will he refuse a donation because it is sin to take someone’s organ and choose to die instead? Or if his son requires a heart transplant will he still say taking donated organ is a sin?”

But later this statement made me realise the fact that even today none of us had taken this thought of organ donation seriously at all. In spite of all our education and awareness of health issue, we still do not think about the lives we can possibly save at the time of our death, by our organ donation. Once we are dead, our body is going to be burnt or buried and no one is going to preserve it or love it. So if something is going to be burnt or going to be allowed to decay, why not use the organs which can save some living humans?

Mostly whenever the death strikes a family, the close relatives don’t like their loved one’s body to be cut open for the donation sake, and it is a bit difficult for them to accept. But instead, they should think that even after death, their loved ones are going to be alive in this world, as part of someone’s body.Then think of all that happiness you are giving to the entire family of that recipient, who had lost all their hopes.

If all the cine stars who endorse beauty creams could spend some time for the wellness of the common man by endorsing and explaining the importance of the organ donation, there will be definitely a world of change. All those Religious Guru’s who preach day after day, about the Karma and Rebirth should also spread the message that the greatest charity a man can do even after his death, is an organ donation. Doctors in the hospital could also talk to the relatives about the organ donation if the patient is critical. Of course, this will be a very delicate subject to talk but many times the relatives will definitely agree. There should be councillors in each hospital who can counsel people coming from rural and illiterate background about the greatness of organ donation.

Now, what about the politicians? In fact, in future, we should vote only for those candidates who first pledge all their organs for donation. After all, they want to serve the country and what other way is better than the organ donation?

The irony of this organ donation is that,  only when we are the ones who is suffering and is in dire need of some one’s donated organ, only then we would really feel the actual pain and agony and the dire need for this donation. It is not that only the brain dead people who can donate organs. There is still a lack of awareness about this. Even after normal death, some of the body parts can be removed within one or two hours—the time it takes for the hospital authorities to hand over the body.

It is not only the heart or liver or kidney that can be donated. As shown in the chart above many other tissues like the bones, the skin, valves etc could also be donated. The bone could help young people who lose their limbs in accidents can be helped with the bones. The skin is as major help for skin grafting for the people who suffer from burn injuries.

Friends please share this article with your friends and help in spreading awareness and let us save lives. Let us give the ailing ones a chance to live!.

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I miss you all

My dear friends, for so many days, you friends,   from around the world gave me so much support. Since my ill health, I did not post any article for quite some time. But now when I have come back, 2016-02-26 16.36.43(1) I don’t find any of my friends here. Please, come back and read my posts. my heart beats only for you all

with love

Laxmi natraj

 

 

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Drip….Drip….. it is leaking!!

The everyday newspaper has at least, one  news of a question paper leak. Starting from the high-level Army recruitment Examination to SSC, HSC board examination, degree papers — you name it all. Every paper is already out and is now available in the “What up” of everyone’s cell phone long before the examination halls gets the paper.

It is not shocking or surprising. Our country has a large population of people who had mastered the technique of stealing the question paper from the printing house and also they are very skilled in the modern technique of communication from computer to cell phone to blue-tooth.  There is an equally large number of so called ‘students’, who never attended the classes and enjoyed themselves during the college days, who are ready to pay any amount to get the question paper. So it is the new flourishing business, a market of demand and supply and easy profit.

Besides the question paper leaking, there is the next stage of mass copying. In some places in North India, the answers are dictated through the window and the invigilators can do nothing.  Now with the latest technology, a student writing the examination may have a tiny microchip hidden inside his hair dictating the answers –( Courtesy of the movie-   Munna  Bhai MBBS)! The authority can prevent how much of this?   Shall we install Video cameras in the examination Hall?  Or shall we post Gun wielding policemen?   Everything is Impossible just because of our large population, who take the exams and a lot of men who have a brilliant criminal brain.

 

There are two possible solutions.  The bulk portion of all examinations question papers should be made of objective type. If a little serious thought is put into this it is not an impossible task.  Say in a B.Com paper which is mostly subjective with problems of calling for mathematical computations give the student four options of answers. He has to work the problem if he has to give the answer. As a first step convert  75% of the syllabus into the objective type of questions where the student still has to work out his answers. Then the second step is to feed the computer with a large number of questions to prepare a question bank.  Just ten minutes before the actual examination the print out of the question papers could be taken out. The computer will select an assorted question by permutation combination method from the question bank questions. Now every question paper will be different but all chapters justified and balanced.   So no copying is possible. This method will also save the great pressure of carrying the question papers to different centers in the choking traffic with two policemen.  Only those students who pass these examinations with more that 60% marks can appear for the second level of written short papers of one hour for each subject. Since the objectives answer sheets can be corrected with the computer, teacher’s burden of correcting the written papers and errors in correction will also be minimized.

 

The second alternative is if some system demands only fully written papers like the language papers, then about thirty numbers of question papers are to be prepared by the professors covering properly all the segments of the subject. Then these questions have to be fed into the computer according to the topics.  The final question paper, in this case, will also be the choice of the computer which will make a question paper choosing the required number of questions,  balancing the topics. In this case, again the question paper for each person will be difficult.  To solve the difficulty of the teachers in correcting different papers the question papers can be classified   A, B, C etc. After collecting the answer papers from different centers it will be sorted out according to the alphabet and repack so that the correcting teachers will get only one type question paper and its s answer books. This will also take care of some centers getting very high marks and some more failures and an average correction will prevail.

If the Education ministry and people working in the Examination divisions and the allied section put their heads together then the solution is not difficult or impossible.

Trying to buy the leaked question paper or copying in the examination are the reflections of cheating mentality and we should not allow the younger generation to become pray for it.