ER !

I got the opportunity to spend the last 30 days in a hospital. Hey, don't worry, my kidneys are working just fine ... and I have nothing to do with pregnancy. But rather than call it an opportunity, I must say it was an experience.

Its a world of its own. Gloomy, terrifying, depressing, its just these kind of adjectives that suit a hospital atmosphere. Its sad, but true, everyone prefer visiting their mother-in-law's house rather than visit a hospital ... the reputation is that bad !!

At times of adversity, man unites. Its amazing, complete strangers walk up to me, and enquire about what's happened to whom. Some even go to the extent of comforting me, although I would have appreciated if they had bought me a cup of tea and some onion Pakodas (believe me, there are people who do this too). They tell their stories too, mostly saddening ones, but reflect the graveness of diseases.

But there are moments of fun too. Like the other day, I found this man trying to locate his friend in a labor room. Why he thinks his friend would go into labor I do not know. And there's this other guy to whom profanity is a permanent part of his vocabulary. His every third word of the sentence is an F word ... and he believes all doctors ought to be thrown into a dungeon forever, forgetting the fact that they are the ones who make him feel better, when his motions are loose.
And not to forget, the old man, who decided to take a nice nap right in front of the patient elevator, and refused to budge even though an old woman sitting on a wheel-chair had to be shifted to the General Ward. Upon waking him up, the man demanded that he too be given a proper bed in a ward, or else he'd refuse to pay up the bill.

But one thing is true. Staying overnight in a hospital is something everyone must experience. You really get to respect your life a lot more. Rather than complain that I have got Hitler as a brother, who still flatly refuses to buy me an i-Pod ... I'm more happy I'm passing urine efficiently, my heart pumps enough stuff for the whole body, my intestines are trying their best to search for vitamins in all the crap I eat, and my brain cells are distinguishing between sense and nonsense and all that stuff that gets into my brain. I'm damn lucky to be so alive and healthy ... death is just a daily event in a hospital ... I have seen almost 4 people passing away (from a 2 month old baby to a 50yr woman) ... after seeing all this, I have just dusted my old cycle again ... and I'L probably start off exercising this week ... you too ... live a healthy life ... and if you happen to visit a hospital, let it be only to flirt with the nurses, and not as a patient. Stay happy ... if possible avoid getting married. Kapish !!