VIJAY

I can not be justified even Suman was chided by the doctor attending Vijay only surviving last son and only surviving member of this ill fated women, my maternal aunt Suman, at what time doctor told her in a grossly careless callous atmosphere of  emergency ward of Delhi's Lok Nayak Jay Prakash Narayan Hospital.  Let me digress from the talk for a movement. Unmindful, young bubbling South Indian nurse was full of smile here and there standing near the heap of syringes and medicines in a open box lying, dept. had supplied plenty, two to three emergency patients were accomodated on one bed, it was c rowdy, patients were holding their oxygen masks, country illiterate Brahman women chief minister of Delhi in chair highly educated from universal sense of the things, Indians wont believe me, a Punjabi heart patient cried from coma situation, 'they have brought me here for kill', his waiting upon family members were in tizzy, doctors gave her some injections drip oxygen some pumping over his cheast and doctors pronounced, 'Nanhi hai'. just before my eyes.  Every patient was praying for his life in this Gandhian hell, previously it was called Lady Irwin Hospital.

      Doctors and medical staff on duty shirked their duty they handed over the duct to us to be inserted in the urinary tract of Vijay our young adult cousin. It was impossible for all of us brothers to do it. Vijay was crying and and utterly restless with sensitive pain, I don't know some medical staff or doctor finally did it. We were holding firmly the legs and arms of Vijay so that the duct could be inserted well inside his urinary tract. Suman was sitting the nearby crowded bed we  had come from Agra, 'Jab nanhi bola tha jab pee raha tha'. Suman semi illiterate silently tolerated all this, watching her only son die, from liver cirrhosis, Agra doctors had rejected his case, vijay was incense but was crying and jerking with fear. His eyes were wide. Suman told me in sobs later to whom she could tell that how she had tried to stop Vijay from drinking. I consoled the young boy of that Punjabi heart patient, the whole family was in tears and weeping.....................................................................................................(to be concluded) 

   I will write about happy India sometime later

                                          Next day morning doctors shifted Vijay from emergency ward to general hospital. That lung sucking and clearing machine and oxygen support was there to Vijay. Suddenly electricity went out of order and parellal system seemed out of gear. I was out down below. When I entered the ward, the ward boy or the mechanic was struggling with the switch box where the macines plug was fitted. I heard Vijay criying, " O mummy..."  and he collapsed and died. Doctor was not in the ward was called. He pumped Vijay's chest and than declared , "Nanhi hai". He died few hours or days rather earlier, shabbily of course like as our all countrymen. This Shiel brahmin or that punjabi Madan Lal Khurana was the CM I dont remember.

          Today on 4th september 2011, exact 25years back I started writting, I hear the news of infants dying in Andhra Pradesh South India, Kurnool, same shabby conditions of Indian medical sciences and unaccountability and money and job atmosphere and 'no research' atmosphere alround.