Overheard realities

                                                       Overheard realities

As they say all habits are bad n as they say again habits die hard newer die harder n old ones don’t die at all …whether good or bad I overheard ….actually overhear becomes a bit more than what I did .It came as a background noise and as a young medico we are to adapt to this sort of a  noise …hastily .But sometimes background noise becomes  an absorbing one to such a length that real talk becomes a nonsense non talk .These incidents happen conspicuously not so uncommonly . However most of them vanish from our memories ,few leave a trace others excavate and create a life long impression .                                                                                                           It was my daily dull dusky routine sight of seeing faces full of expressions of anxiety pain n despair ,hearing cries appreciating n accepting doom n agony and above all Man”s helplessness before that All knowing All encompassing All mighty .first walking through overburdened corridors and “hustling n bustling “wait rooms where there is no place for even air to run through forget about the healing angle .Thousands of people in a single day ,thousands of desires ,thousands of hopes n despairs moving in and out and around .Now in the same setting while treading on a relaid path what I saw …made me to slow down my hastingly hurried speedster gait n made me to get out of relieving the physical pain &suffering and ponder over relieving the Abstracts Man by nature has many things that consciously ,subconsciously,or even unconsciously lie coverted within him .Only a sudden incident , some sort of despair n I feel Pain the best ….is the most imp element that unveils them and they say in French COUP-DE-GRACE___ Shot of grace response comes and these coverted things are finally uttered ….similar sort of thing happened …                     … A highly graceful ,white haired n white bearded man accompanied by his acquaintances was under the hot blazing sun in a july afternoon sitting on a hot pavement actually a pedestrian pathway .All were facing the breathtakingly beautiful n heavenly park of our institute but a cruel iron grill separated them and the mini heaven .It looked as if they were in a barricade and the fulfilled eternal desire was in the park .Another thing that shook me was they were having lunch …without comfort and grace and peace even the “bestest “of lunches and food seem to be lump of pepper in typical kashmiri what we say in other words “marchhvangan paend ”and in addition the old man was the patient although I didn’t enquire but this thing we can pick from a mile ….that was height of my angry yet despotic despair .When some passerby asked which I couldn …he answered in a way he could that it is only to be seen not felt ……………..Reason I did my best to search …. Few years back there was no restriction on the entry of people in these parks n places .They were maintained nicely and handsomely at that time however it grew into a menace not only for authorities of soura but for the colonies n people in and around.Lots of young n old healthy n sick people used to throng it Infact it used to be full of outsiders more less of attendents n patients .However as we are still backward including the aspects of aesthetic taste and civic sense these very “angels ” used to eat n litter then every thing that was left . Plucking flowers ,even some people took velvety Australian green carpet by digging and making trenches and holes .It is not a fiction but a dead hard reality .The greatest pride of our already neglected land began to stink ,heaps of garbage ,cess pools were the rife of the day .Undoubtedly black money has made us to look miragicaly cultured .People do own longest cars and limousines but mental ,emotional & moral backwardness prevails .People defecate in open not to speak of urinating and spitting .Public bathrooms lie blocked either by stones or polyethenes if not blocked then bib cocks or washbasins stolen if not then broken .It is sad to say n hear that we belong to a developing state but problem is that it is over estimated over statement it is an undeveloped rather non developing state in the real sense . One more problem that grew bcoz of our moral backwardness was that soura parks became a hub for vaga to bonds & dander heads to stay steal n smoke …a sort of “HIPPIE “ culture came to being .It became more problematic than the much cherished Iqbal park …Because of these things the park was closed for all even doctors were and are not allowed to go in but only to have a glimpse and for attendents n patients they do suffer … but is it really soura”s responsibility or of all …..God knows .Until we progress aesthetically morally emotionally physically &educationally .patients are bound to suffer and even largest public canteens are not going to cater to thousands ….My god let my people progress as goes Tagore…..                                                                     WHERE words come out from the depths of truth                                                                                            where tireless striving stretches its arms towards perfection                                                                                     where the clear stream of reason has not lost its way in dreary desert sand of dead habit                                      where the mind is lead forward by thee ever widening thought and action                                                                    into the heaven of freedom my father let Amy country AWAKE