Here, I am fretting over few hours of lost sleep, while out there in the wide universe there are real people having real problems.There is Mrs Indrawathi, who has heart failure and diabetes plus a nasty wound in her leg.Yet every morning she never failed to bestow upon me the sweetest smile and never ever complained even when she was kept fasting for long stretches for her frequent wound toilet. While I am grumbling about my worries she takes her life one day at a time and manages to be contended with what she has.and there is Mrs Poornam, whom we diagnosed to have a carcinoma in the biliary tract and needs a major surgery. She is begging me to send her home,to have some time with her small ones before coming back for the surgery.It is not her life she is worried about but about leaving her beloved young ones.That's how bad problems of real life are and its amazing how people find courage to deal with the heartaches in their path of life.These are the real heroes and heroines in our world.
Thursday, January 26, 2012
Its almost 11 pm.about two months back I wouldn't even dream of sleeping at this hour.Yet things have changed dramatically and right now i should be cocooned in my bed(If you can call this rock hard thing a bed) without wasting my precious hours of sleep. It is now I realise that time is the utmost important factor in one's life.I would gladly give up any monetary wealth just to have few hours of blissful sleep.But, since that is a rare privilege, I guess I have to be satisfied with the little amount of sleep I can grab.One of my seniors asked what i wanted in life if not doing medicine.when I come to think of it what I would want to do more than anything is to write, write and write.Now that life has become so hectic I do not know whether I can write as often as I did before. But I am definitely going to try.Because some people live on their dreams;I am definitely one of them and this is my dream