Yardstick of Aspirations
The car screeched to a halt outside Bandra's Holy Family hospital and women in her late forties sprung out screaming for help. I had gone to visit my friend's dad, who was recuperating after a major surgery. All visitors like me stood stunned, trying to decipher this woman's incoherent wails. By this time, 2 ward boys from the hospital ran out with a stretcher and a man in the car got off carrying a comatose young lad.
All of us flocked in silence as the teenage boy was carried in. His lips were blue, his body lifeless. In the casualty ward, they tried to revive him in futile and he was pronounced "dead on arrival".
All of us helplessly watched the mother of the dead boy hysterical beyond control and the father dumbfounded with shock staring into the oblivion. Their only child had committed suicide. He was a bright lad and had scored 92% in his exams, a discreditable score beyond his imagination. 92% is something that I have never seen in my report card, ever. I would die for that kind of marks and here was a strapping young lad who had felt like a failure and ended his life in total dejection.
This is a kind of benchmark that every ambitious individual in today's world is trying to set for themselves. Everyone's yardstick seems to be growing longer. We are happier nursing stress, visiting clairvoyants, trying all kinds of de-toxifying potions, learning yogic pranayam etc. All the set backs in my life is nothing in comparison to the women back in the hospital. I'm beginning to savor each day as it comes, with a smile.
Copyright © BuntysBanter 2005
All of us flocked in silence as the teenage boy was carried in. His lips were blue, his body lifeless. In the casualty ward, they tried to revive him in futile and he was pronounced "dead on arrival".
All of us helplessly watched the mother of the dead boy hysterical beyond control and the father dumbfounded with shock staring into the oblivion. Their only child had committed suicide. He was a bright lad and had scored 92% in his exams, a discreditable score beyond his imagination. 92% is something that I have never seen in my report card, ever. I would die for that kind of marks and here was a strapping young lad who had felt like a failure and ended his life in total dejection.
This is a kind of benchmark that every ambitious individual in today's world is trying to set for themselves. Everyone's yardstick seems to be growing longer. We are happier nursing stress, visiting clairvoyants, trying all kinds of de-toxifying potions, learning yogic pranayam etc. All the set backs in my life is nothing in comparison to the women back in the hospital. I'm beginning to savor each day as it comes, with a smile.
Copyright © BuntysBanter 2005
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