someone somewhere.....

Falling for her was easy

loving her is still easy

hard part is accepting

that she is not mine

that feeling for her

was so intense

if it wasn't love then

it was something unexplainable

yeah,..unexplainable it was

i couldn't tell her enough of it

she didn't understand even a little

At this exact moment

i feel like talking to her

but that will not be right

she is doing so fine there

she says she has found 

the love of her life

I know,in sometime

I will be fine & life goes on

but without her

life looks little less then perfect

May be for once more

I wish I could tell her

no matter where you go

just remember someone somewhere

thinks of you and wishes you well and

someone somewhere still loves you........

 

 

Life....and afterthoughts

Social service health camps are one of the initiatives by government hospitals to provide health services to more and more people. One of the things I have seen here is that Doctors want their names to be put forward for camps, not because they want to do social service, some of them might be but the main thing is that they get appreciation certificate for working in camps which will help them further in their careers which is not a bad thing in itself but since social service is not their main objective they rarely do it properly. Mostly BPL( below poverty level) families come in these sort of camps and its amazing how the same doctor who can't stop himself from addressing his junior as "shraddha ji"  yells at that young rural lady "tujhe test karane ko bola tha na" and that poor lady shrinks more in herself ......poverty is not only about lack of roti kapda aur makaan..poor people suffer from more than that...

                  In our weekly hospital sessions seeing that ultra enthusiastic 4 year old running in corridor I asked him ..." Chotuu kya naam hai tumhara" he whispered something but I couldn't listen...I was going to ask him about his school but seeing his clothing and his mom's condition I inferred he might not be going to school yet....and then I remembered the train journey when 5 year old pranjal was telling me enthusiastically about his teachers and he went on and on...his mother was SBI employee...whole journey his mom kept giving instructions..beta don't do this..don't do that...atleast chotuu was free to run in the corridor...

                               Hindu aur muslim ye to sirf dharm hain
                               insaan ki to do hi jaatiya hain amir aur gareeb

Yesterday went to Trivedi's sir house.He is a faculty member of krishna coaching classes..I didn't know that he was a member of SWS (its a NGO, smile welfare society) but the walls of the first room which I presume was the guest room was filled with his photos and memoirs of his charity works...Taking pride on your good deeds is not bad but it was too much...it was as if the walls were screaming "look here how great I am ... I do charity for society "....people want to do good things but at the same time they yearn for fame and reputation..Its not anymore like "neki kar dariya me daal" now a days its more like "neki kar notice board par daal" or for that matter  "facebook pe daal".but why blame only Mr. Trivedi we all are like him, everyone wants fame and reputation......its startling when we look back and see how stupid we were and in afterthoughts how intelligent we become....sometimes I think if I would have lived in afterthoughts I would have been pretty close to becoming CEO of some MNC..