adrenalin
She runs about 18 kilometers every morning*, attends her postgrad classes till afternoon and practices badminton for 2 hours every eve. Sitting in the court and watching classic badminton matches is joy…She is in peak form these days, national championships are right ahead and she has hopes of making it big this year.
Every eve when V would meet I’d find her bursting with life and full of stories of the day….she would loose herself (may be the adrenalin flowing in her veins - they have a fierce match every eve)…enthusiastic and wild like a rain flooded river…
Almost every week since the last two months she will have an Eureka moment- this is the guy:) I will sometimes feel concerned but most of the times would just let her be… another week n she moves on to a different story:)
She loves the university ground, can run as fast as anyone I know…we would sometimes stretch out together …sitting idle checking pulse rate… blah (an athlete’s pulse would run slower than normal, I know an international athlete with pulse rate of 45!)
Pause
My cell vibrates (was in office) …there is a msg frm her with name of a hospital and a room number. Me called up. She said Hi! in her usual voice and then her battery dies. I had no idea of the gravity of the situation until I reached… DAMN DAMN
She was driving her Kinetic…fast, raining, rickshaw blocks her way BANG Tyre of a Truck rolls over her.
4 fractures in spine
Intestines bundled
Ribs broken-2
Blot clots
Police takes her to a Govt. hospital- she lies amongst bodies n blood on a dirty stretcher with no attendant for 75 minutes. Family arrives… takes her to another hospital. She’s in ICU right now.
She had not cried all through the accident. The doctor checked her pulse and asked her if she is a sports person and she said Yes with gr8 pride and then she asked him when will she be able to play...? “will take some months….” she cried
Back in time
…she had called up late night soon after n exclaimed-Heaven!!
Pooja something great is happening …(am glad for it all now)
Mountains can wait until she reaches home.
# am feeling a little mad. A person I know closely is a doctor in that govt. hospital-she is a gynecologist. She has shared a lot. Was planning to write the story o travel of a manuscript from editor’s desk to printing press but now I think these real instances in a govt. hospital should follow…these were contained in me until this dear friend reached the place… No,i do not say anything out of disgust nor am I filled with the need to change this stinking world, there is no worry nor fear…I am a selfish fool and sometimes I feel like vomiting …vomiting it out
*this was only recently as she was testing her stamina. Usually she does a mix of weight training...hill training... blah and pardon me for not using the past tense
Every eve when V would meet I’d find her bursting with life and full of stories of the day….she would loose herself (may be the adrenalin flowing in her veins - they have a fierce match every eve)…enthusiastic and wild like a rain flooded river…
Almost every week since the last two months she will have an Eureka moment- this is the guy:) I will sometimes feel concerned but most of the times would just let her be… another week n she moves on to a different story:)
She loves the university ground, can run as fast as anyone I know…we would sometimes stretch out together …sitting idle checking pulse rate… blah (an athlete’s pulse would run slower than normal, I know an international athlete with pulse rate of 45!)
Pause
My cell vibrates (was in office) …there is a msg frm her with name of a hospital and a room number. Me called up. She said Hi! in her usual voice and then her battery dies. I had no idea of the gravity of the situation until I reached… DAMN DAMN
She was driving her Kinetic…fast, raining, rickshaw blocks her way BANG Tyre of a Truck rolls over her.
4 fractures in spine
Intestines bundled
Ribs broken-2
Blot clots
Police takes her to a Govt. hospital- she lies amongst bodies n blood on a dirty stretcher with no attendant for 75 minutes. Family arrives… takes her to another hospital. She’s in ICU right now.
She had not cried all through the accident. The doctor checked her pulse and asked her if she is a sports person and she said Yes with gr8 pride and then she asked him when will she be able to play...? “will take some months….” she cried
Back in time
…she had called up late night soon after n exclaimed-Heaven!!
Pooja something great is happening …(am glad for it all now)
Mountains can wait until she reaches home.
# am feeling a little mad. A person I know closely is a doctor in that govt. hospital-she is a gynecologist. She has shared a lot. Was planning to write the story o travel of a manuscript from editor’s desk to printing press but now I think these real instances in a govt. hospital should follow…these were contained in me until this dear friend reached the place… No,i do not say anything out of disgust nor am I filled with the need to change this stinking world, there is no worry nor fear…I am a selfish fool and sometimes I feel like vomiting …vomiting it out
*this was only recently as she was testing her stamina. Usually she does a mix of weight training...hill training... blah and pardon me for not using the past tense
posted by Pj at 10:41 PM
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