Friday, April 26, 2013

A proud brother, but a sad Indian;

My brother D works in a small hospital in an interior village of the north eastern state of Tripura. He told me this story today!

This man had not eaten for two days. He did not have money for food. He came to this hospital bringing his child, who has also not had food for god knows how many days. The baby was sick. Really sick, was how D put it. It would have been better had the baby been brought a few days earlier, said D to the man. But he knew the answer! He did not have money to bring the baby also. Today, some how he managed to bring the baby to the hospital, knowing well that it is now a matter of life and death!

When D called me today for our mandatory daily call, his voice reflected a sense of sadness and a feeling of helplessness! He said he gave money for the man to have his food and is hoping the baby gets well!

Even as i was listening to him, I had mixed feelings;

I sure am a proud brother; For he chose to feel the pain of the sick and the poor, opting out of the mad race which his world is up to; Yet feeling sad, that there are people in my very own country who can go to sleep with out food for days together.