Humsafar
" Humsafar"
She was helplessly standing outside the Fortis Casualty and trying to convince the docs and hospital staff to let her sign on the consent form for operating on the appendix of the man lying inside with acute appendicitis pain. The White and blue aprons were unrelenting nevertheless...Question was bada simple .. " madam sign kijiye Lekin specify please your relation with the patient.. Columns had wife, son, daughter , bro , sis, parents , grandparents.. Bus .. No more Columns could be added.. Computer doesn't take any extra entry... She stood blank with the pen in her hand.. Tears rolled down her cheeks.. " Now what's my Rishta with this man inside.. 35 yrs and still there is no single column which fits me.. "... She looked up blankly at me .. The friendly and close nieghbour of hers and the man inside ..her partner of 35 yrs... Feeling so frustrated myself..Had the urge to barge in the hospital staff room and tell the moronic lady " this woman has been his constant companion for 35 yrs in thick and thin and u r asking her Rishta with him".. But then decided otherwise .. There was no time to loose.. Picked up my phone and started dialling his bro in U.S. .. In few mins we had the signed faxed consent form from his bro sitting thousands of miles away.. She sighed a sigh of relief and gave me a thank u hug.. As the docs put the light on in the OT.. I walked out of the corridor wondering at the irony of it all .. I had the urge to go back..grab the consent form and add a new column which read " Humsafar " in it...But then just gave up.. smiled at the absurdity of it all and resignedly walked out into the sunny lounge of the hospital..
She was helplessly standing outside the Fortis Casualty and trying to convince the docs and hospital staff to let her sign on the consent form for operating on the appendix of the man lying inside with acute appendicitis pain. The White and blue aprons were unrelenting nevertheless...Question was bada simple .. " madam sign kijiye Lekin specify please your relation with the patient.. Columns had wife, son, daughter , bro , sis, parents , grandparents.. Bus .. No more Columns could be added.. Computer doesn't take any extra entry... She stood blank with the pen in her hand.. Tears rolled down her cheeks.. " Now what's my Rishta with this man inside.. 35 yrs and still there is no single column which fits me.. "... She looked up blankly at me .. The friendly and close nieghbour of hers and the man inside ..her partner of 35 yrs... Feeling so frustrated myself..Had the urge to barge in the hospital staff room and tell the moronic lady " this woman has been his constant companion for 35 yrs in thick and thin and u r asking her Rishta with him".. But then decided otherwise .. There was no time to loose.. Picked up my phone and started dialling his bro in U.S. .. In few mins we had the signed faxed consent form from his bro sitting thousands of miles away.. She sighed a sigh of relief and gave me a thank u hug.. As the docs put the light on in the OT.. I walked out of the corridor wondering at the irony of it all .. I had the urge to go back..grab the consent form and add a new column which read " Humsafar " in it...But then just gave up.. smiled at the absurdity of it all and resignedly walked out into the sunny lounge of the hospital..
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