Saturday, September 28, 2019

Being Humane

Hospitalisation evokes painful memories. Especially if you have lost someone dear to it. Its like a wound that barely heals and you keep getting scrapped at the same spot and it exposes the raw flesh underneath.
Last few months have been in and out of hospitals for my mother first and then my father. There is reality perspective that you get when are at a hospital. The body that is young and agile today is going to be frail at some point. I see my father, a supremely healthy person now totally frail and yet we invest so much on the style and much less in the body. I always feel lucky are those who die suddenly.
 You just wait outside ICU's and then you strike conversations and make strange friendships. You don't know the names but you know their stories and the faces. There is relief when you move from ICU to ward to discharge. Its like someone is being promoted and others are being retained. there is sigh of relief and but do I feel an envy from others. I think I do.

You will never meet again and hence you bond even more strongly. One experiences the kind human side of beings which otherwise is hidden beneath the daily rat race.One sees the same humaneness when there are calamities- floods, blasts or something like that. It really begs a question why must a human show his 'being side' only in the face of disasters. Why can't it be on a regular basis. Why can't kindness be part of our daily program. WHY?