Moments and Memories…!!

March 30, 2009

The Puzzle That LIFE IS…!!

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few memories scar forever...!!

few memories scar forever...!!

 

 

MAKE A WISH FOUNDATION aims at fulfilling last wishes of children suffering from life threatening diseases….!!

 

 

ROHIT was happy…

Things were good… everything right in place…

 

But there was something bothering him… few resolutions he had made… some good things he wanted to do… pata nahin kya… but something was missing from life… something bothering him…

perhaps he was happy…. perhaps he wasn’t…

 

He wanted to contribute to the bettering of the world he had lived in… but how… he had least idea.

 

Then he came across the name of MAKE A WISH foundation… took almost three years to see if his commitment is strong enough to keep him going or not… and determined, he walked in for it…

 

Make a Wish’s office was in Bhagwaan Mahaveer Cancer Hospital…

As he stepped in… he was well received. They thought that he is a student and won’t be very much available for kids always… but he had resolutions…

 

The next day, he was called and a sort of interview happened… not exactly interview… the lady in green saree wanted to now why is he doing this…he had no reasons:

“Mam, these being the last days of my college, I will be free for most of the days… and in all those free days I don’t want to sit in my room and think what good I can do to this world of mine… I would rather help people… or whatever… and that’s why I am here…”

 

Satisfied, she asked: “rohit will u volunteer to organise events here…”

“No mam…. m not here to help MAKE A WISH… I am here to help and talk to kids… I won’t do anything for Make a Wish… I will do it directly for the kids I meet.”

 

Pata nahin kyun, she smiled and then sent him to another room… there he was told what is the whole procedure of talking to kids and getting friendly with them… but who cared… he was quite confident of himself… he had his own ways of dealing things… his own ways of getting involved.

 

He was taken in a ward… there were 4 kids there… they were there in the ward for long long times… all looked up to him… perhaps they didn’t have the habit of seeing visitors…

Rohit looked around not sure of what to do… suddenly all his abilities of dealing things his own ways were of no use. Then he saw a little girl, 8 yrs age, at the corner of the room fighting with her mother…: “moti, tu mujhe khaana khaane de…”

yeah…!!  ‘moti’…

 

He moved towards her bed… There was something in her aura… and he knew that they will be good friends. Starting the conversation was not a big deal… the little kid was ready to prefer anybody above her mother. So he was well received.

 

“hello beta, kaisi ho…”

“tu is moti ko yahan se le ja…”

“achha… kyun kya hua…”

“mujhe pareshaan kar rahi hai ye..”

“acha, le jaunga.. tum khana khao… Tumhaara naam kya hai …”

 

“nahin bataungi..”

“chalo khana kha lo fir baat karenge…”

 

It didn’t take her long to open up herself to him… he just had to favor her above her mother every time… and aunty was there, always smiling…

 

After a while she spoke herself: “mera naam Prachi hai… Prachi Jain”

“mein Rohit hun.. Rohit Mishra.”

[pause]

“pata hai Prachi, meri ek aur sister hai…  uska naam bhi Prachi hai…. wo Bengal ki hai… tum kahan se ho?”

“mein agra se hun…”

“o teri… mein bhi agra se hun… fir to tum bhi meri behen ki tarah ho gayi… hai na…”

She grinned… for the first time since he had entered the ward… and that smile of hers took him by heart…

 

“haan… mein aapko rakhi baandhungi…”

 

Rohit smiled…

 

Soon there was a call from college, and Rohit had to leave…

 

But he was determined to be there the next day…

He was…

 

He moved into the office first… collected art books… some crayons… and went to see Prachi… for the first time he knew that he was doing something good…

 

He was happy…!!

 

As he reached the ward, Prachi was there again fighting with her mother… and as she saw him, she knew that it was the end of war… she had the majority… Rohit was being awaited.

 

They sat together… talked… she drew pictures… colored them. He taught her how to sign her drawings…

“prachi, sign kiya karo… taaki agar mein ye signatures ko kabhi bhi, kahin bhi dekhun to mein pehchaan jaaun ki ye waali drawing meri prachi ki hai…”

 

And she learnt well… a capital ‘P’ followed by ‘jain’ in small caps… in a little cursive fashion- that was how she signed herself…

Every page of the craft-book was signed.

 

Among all these, it was time to leave… some college work for Rohit.

He spent three hours with her…

 

Another memorable day for Rohit… another of those rare smiles filled day for Prachi… he took some of her drawings while leaving and went to the office…

 

“Mam, Prachi Jain ko kya problem hai….”

“Prachi, jo ki agra se hai..??  kyun..??”

“aise hi.. I found a good company in her… and wanted to know her better…”

“Rohit, u shouldn’t get involved with the patients u find here… because they all are temporary here…”

 

Rohit had some bad feelings and so, he asked her directly: “Mam, u said that not everyone who comes here is incurable… hai na…?”

 

“Rohit, prachi is… She is suffering from Leukemia… blood cancer

[pause]

 

“how much time does she have…”

“Not more than 1 month perhaps. Can be any day…”

[long pause]

 

“and mam… what is her last wish…”

“A Barbie doll… that has already been fulfilled…”

So, everything was set… she could die…!!

 

He came out… mind blank… he had just met a sweet soul who wont be there in this world for more than 1 month. The ‘moti’ knew it too and perhaps that’s why all she cud do was to have a grin on her face every time she was addressed by her nickname. She knew it that these are the last times she is being called up by her kid… soon the voices will fade… all she could do for her was to smile… helplessly…

 

He tried to recollect the hours he had passed with Prachi… future and past mingled… her grins with her pains… her signatures with her epitaph… her voice with the cries of her mother…

 

News of some train accident was being flashed on TV in the hall way… who cared…

 

Life was teaching him some lessons… Rohit had seen people preparing themselves for the last days of their kids… buying them their Barbies…

 

Someone changed the channel… now the song was playing:

yeh jeevan hai, is jeevan ka…

yahi hai, yahi hai… yahi hai rang roop…

thode gam hain, thodi khushiyan…

yahi hai chaon-dhoop…

ye jeevan hai…

 

Rohit got up… never to come back again… perhaps his commitments were not strong enough to keep him going in situations involving feelings… he couldn’t be uninvolved with people he meets everyday…

Perhaps he was in the wrong job… he got up and left… forever…

 

He doesn’t know where is Prachi now…?? if she ‘is’ or she ‘was’…

It’s been 7 months now…

No hopes of seeing her again… even her face is fading away from the memories…

But today also, whenever Rohit comes across a ‘kiddy’ drawing full of flowers and a hut with a stream flowing nearby… he couldn’t help but search for that capital ‘P’ followed by ‘jain’ in small caps…

 

Few memories still kill him…

 

Perhaps, he is not happy…!!

 

 
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4 Comments »

  1. cool it was!! the same guy u r still!! will always go thru this blog wenever craving for some true sentiments!!

    Comment by ashish khandelwal — March 31, 2009 @ 04:59 | Reply

  2. Yah Rohit ..its too difficult to face this kind of situations..But the few hours you have given to her will be her lifeitme memory ..we can not change what God has decided for someone but what we can do is to amke it little special for them ..Hope you will be more courageous next time..N will be able to do this thing once more ..

    Comment by Ani — March 31, 2009 @ 12:13 | Reply

  3. being a doctor, i myself have been there done that..got emotionally involved with some patients from the paediatrics wards..its always the ppl who have to leave that tug at our hearts never to let go!
    life sucks!!

    Comment by pri — April 2, 2009 @ 14:25 | Reply

  4. an excellent post. i can only try to understand what you must have felt for her.

    Comment by Aviral — April 4, 2009 @ 09:00 | Reply


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