Toooo NuMb to AcT

Sometimes we talk big things ...and later realize we are not even worth contributing a small penny..

As if many Indians speak out eradicating corruption,terrorism, and many such social enigmas..but hardly anyone  act..

Its quite easy to speak against these odds..but acting against them is just impossible...

We speak about the enemies of our society...KASAB,, MAULANA MASOOD......countless names...  There are many suggestions by the Indians all over the world..about what must be done with these people.

But we often fail to recognise some of the enemies of our country who are hidden amongst us..
May be because we are just not bothered about the small stone...we are too busy removing the rocks..

I came across one such person last week
I was attending a Music show in our city... It was a very big crowd..
at the end all the spectators were asked to stand up for the national anthem,,,
It was one of the proudest moment in my life... a crowd  of one lakh stood up ...and silently expressed their love for the country..

but there were these group of men in the next row of audience who didn't bother to sprain their muscles.They remained  seated for the entire 52 seconds...

That was resistible...but they didn't even bother keeping quite for a few seconds... they were constantly passing comments about the national anthem,,,

They were indeed strangers to me...but the hatred that i felt for them was something difficult to express in words..I felt helpless.. I could do nothing ,

even though I felt slapping them at their face,,, I was left helpless..

after the anthem ,,I spoke about it to my friends present there..but the reply was silly,,
" why do you bother them,,,None in the crowd around us spoke against them,,why you?? get going"

Aren't these people enemies of  India??..I am sorry that they are Indians!!!

there are many instances to these disrespect in our country..................once the Channawala packed me  the channas(nuts)  in INDIAN FLAG

I am helpless when I  am asked bribe by the officer to get my domicile documents...
I am helpless when my colleague gets eve teased..
I am helpless when I witness gender discrimination in my country,,

but I am aware that if we stand united...if we stay awake against these odds...we can change the country,,,,
all that it needs is too get united.... its our turn...the youth of our nation..to demand..to act...and to built a better nation..
Is it impossible when there are 540 million youth in our country??

THIS POST WAS WRITTEN IN RESPONSE TO Too Busy To Care Syndrome..BY BLOGADDA AND JAAGO RE
I am too busy to care, but want to do something. Jaago Re and BlogAdda.com are helping me do my bit for the society.

LADY SAVIOUR

It was a Wednesday.,,,
I remember it perfectly...we had the activity class at school..
I hated the swimming sessions we had..But that day my hate was overlooked by my excitement..
I knew I am going to hear the worlds best news today at my return home!!
my mom's gone to the doctor!!!

Oops ...they calll it gynaecologist...

I wish she brings the news of welcoming a baby brother home..and I  trust my god...he will definitely grant my wish!!

My eyes were somewhat stationed on the clock ..

.. I never bothered missing the Disney show... neither did I go for my dance classes..what if mom comes home ..???
How can I be away when she brings the sweetest news..
The door opened only to find a gloomy face of my mom..I had never seen her so unhappy..her eyes looked as red as blood.. when I touched her cheeks,,they were wet..and her hands were trembling..Even dads face reflected tension and sadness


" Mom..no matter if I don't have a baby brother ...you please don't get upset.. I LOVE YOU..WE ALL LOVE YOU"

I was so confused when she grabbed me in her arms and I heard my mom cry loudly as never before..

Months passed after this incident ,, I got busy with my assignments and homework.. I promised god to share my building blocks and bicycle with my sibling..if he gives me a baby brother..I kept my fingers crossed!!

Gradually ,, I observed many changes in my mom.. her face grew more pale..her head was slowly turning bald..and the eyebrows...almost disappeared..

Today I had decided..to explore the truth.. I found out the address of the gynaecologist (this word is too big to pronounce).. and went straight to her hospital after school 
hours (i promise i did not bunk the swimming class!)

The gynaecologist was so young ,,, I thought she must be a weird looking lady with a grumpy face..but she was rather a beautiful lady with a sweet voice..
but I still don't know why she broke into tears when she saw me...

" what happened to my mom...after every time she visits you..she returns home with a bad mood..what do you tell her??"

"nothing,,,your moms all fine...see ..she will be recovering in few days.."

" I don't want a baby brother if it causes so much trouble to my momm..OK? "

"hmm... I will try my best to reduce your moms trouble"

At the door,, I heard granny yelling at mom...

" How could you hide this from me??
I had told you to do the rituals at Trimbakeshwar...it was already written in your horoscope...deadly danger at 30.. but I never imagined it to be Cancer,,"

CANCER

?????

I have heard about in doordarshan...even the newspapers have it... the aunt next door once said that it kills the victim...

my mom is dying???

I returned...

"gynaecologist ,,,,,,gynaecologist......my Granny says......momm....cancer...."

I couldn't speak....the tears flowed right into my mouth and stopped my words

"not at all...who said..???
.nothing happened to your mom...shes fine"

" I know she isn't...save my mom please"

I did not taste the chocolates that she gave me...I dint bother to unwrap it...all I wanted to know was about cancer and its aftermath,,,

 I didn't see mom for months...even though the gynaecologist aunty called home a few times...mom never spoke through phone..perhaps she did not want me to hear her cancer stricken helplessness

In January,SHE RETURNED HOME...

everything seemed perfect ...all that I missed the softness at her chest when I hugged her..they had removed it..my mom survived breast cancer...

I know..it was the lady saviour who saved mom..she proved granny wrong...

Whatever you call her gynaecologist or gynaeclsist ..or perhaps doctor..
She is my God...she kept the word..
She is my lady saviour...
The one who granted my wish..
She is my god...
Even though I am not gonna have a baby brother,,,it doesn't bother me...now...
My lady saviour has solutions to every problem..
I will be a saviour like her one day..I will be a doctor...perhaps a

GYNAECOLOGIST...(yippee...I pronounced it correct this time!!)

PS:
This is a small story that I have wriiten in reference to the Get your story published in The Chicken Soup for the Indian Soul – Indian Doctors at BlogAdda

This is a true incident and I have wriiten this post through the view of the cancer patient's daughter..who still believes that the lady doctor who treated her mother is a true saviour... hope this story never bores you and find a place in your sympathy..
Hope this article was worth the time you spent here to read this...