Guest guest Posted April 16, 2012 Report Share Posted April 16, 2012 Dear Bharat, Usually the tales have a happy ending but your's have a tragic one ,just like " Pyasa " . Incidently I too remember " Pyasa " ,which was screened for us at Patho lecture hall.It was a great film by Gurudutt ,a director born ahead of his time.I remember the scene when Gurudutt is standing on the door looking at his " Shradhanjali " function appears like Jesus on the cross! V.K.Gupta76 ________________________________ To: mgims <mgims > Sent: Sunday, 15 April 2012 10:44 PM Subject: Surinder Singh Ko Kuchh Ho Gaya  This incident dates to 1989. The patient had septic shock. I still remember his name. __________________________________________________________ We were at a remote place. You reached there after a 50-km walk. There was nothing much to do. I had two officers for company. Although not willingly, we had accepted that isolated existence. It was really hard to deal with the overwhelming sense of inertia that hung around us all the time. The day began with breakfast. (All meals were taken together.) Then some time was spent lazing in the mild sun. Our newspapers used to be several days old. The events reported in them were no longer relevant. Yet every word was scrutinised to squeeze out every possible meaning. Things were discussed endlessly. We often walked around the place. Lunch was sometimes served outside. Weather would change by then. Strong breeze kept slapping our faces. Soon clouds would appear, turning the sky grey. Quite frequently, snowfall confined us indoor the whole day. Evenings were spent around a bukhari. The heat made the room comfortable. We invariable played one of the three cassettes we had. Pyasa, a timeless classic, was seen repeatedly. Each aspect of this film was analysed. WaheedaRehman's stunningly seductive looks left a permanent mark on me. There were days when nothing was said. With eyes fixed on the bukhari, we just luxuriated in the warmth spreading through the room. The routine was shattered one day. A young patient was brought after he had fallen ill a few hours before. His appearance conveyed a serious problem. A quick examination confirmed my worst fears. He had a condition which is considered a grave emergency. Unfortunately, we were not equipped to manage such cases. He had to be evacuated to a hospital immediately. Helicopters were the only means of transport in those circumstances. Unfortunately, inclement weather precluded any flying that day. So SurinderSingh (that was the patient's name) stayed with us. If this disease is not treated promptly and properly, death is certain. Nothing could have been done to avert the fatal outcome. A sense of impending doom smothered the patient. He was slipping away. A feeling of resignation enveloped everybody present there. Utterly helpless, I withdrew from there. I was desperate for a tea. I was almost immediately followed by a man, who announced in a broken voice: " Sahab, jaldichalo. SurinderSinghkokuchh ho gaya. " I knew Surinder no longer needed me.  Bharat Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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