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After eight years of torture ( read med school ), i was finally going to work in a hospital. Not as a doctor though, as an intern, then a resident and blah blah. The career path you see, the only way up is the stairway,step-by-step.No lifts.Wish there were Fast Forwards in real life too.I was really very excited though.The feeling that i was going to help people, touch their lives and finally do something useful for the human race was overwhelming.And also i get to work alongside beautiful nurses.That's not the point though.Or maybe it was. AnyHu !

Like everyone else i also went through the phase when you don't know if you are going the right way.But unlike everyone else i found that fairly quickly.That was my first day at the hospital.And I somehow knew that this is the place where I want spend rest of my life.And it was not impulsive.The seed was sown long back.I just didn't know that this was the tree under which i wanted my home.I was happy and determined to give my best.Unfortunately life is not what you dream.I had no clue what it had in store for me.The first patient i dealt with was terminally ill. He was young. He was just 19.Although he had a late diagnosis, Dr.Jerry had high hopes.

I too had hopes.Miracles do happen once in a while.He will be alright I told myself.I did everything i could have.I read everything i should have.I could not sleep anymore.After conducting all the tests, we came to know that he had very less time left and the medicine weren't working. He was going to die. My first patient.You know what is the worst part of medicine, telling your patient that you studied 8 years in some med school, worked in some hospital for few years as a intern, for few years as a resident, for few years as an attending, to sum up a decade of work experience, that he was going to die and that you can not do a thing about it. Frick....Frick ..Frick ! Oh, FYI that's just the F-word. As our attending, Dr.Jerry was gonna do that part for me.I went with him. I thought i would not be able to hold back my tears but instead i was amazed.Amazed at the straight face of Dr.Jerry. He gave the bad news w'out a single muscle of his face coming into action. Except those involved when we speak. The point is he did it w'out showing even a hint of sadness on his face.Maybe he's just used to it. Maybe he has been like that forever.

I asked him how did he do that. And then he said something that i will remember all my life. He said, " We are Doctors son, we deal with many patients everyday.We give our best. Our patients look into our eyes to see hope.Hope that they will get better soon. Hope that its all in control.I don't want to ruin all this for them by carrying grief on my face for those who sadly have departed or those who are terminally ill and where science fails and makes us look like handicaps.I would rather keep it to my heart.Because there are others in need of that hope on our faces.I don't want to loose them too.Its not like that i am some emotionless freak.But a doc got a do what a doc got to do !"

Sin City.

Sin City, India

The Court bans three-wheelers with two-stroke engines to reduce the pollution levels and other medical concerns. The decision was not a random move by the authorities. It was needed. People like to believe what they can see for real. They are not willing to buy this slow-poison crap. And those who might loose their only life-line when this law comes to effect, will particularly not agree. Angry reactions are expected on the streets today and hence the city police is on a red alert.

XYZ News, Studio.

An old man is sitting in his god-knows-how-expensive chair facing the glass made walls of his cubical on the 13th floor from where you can see the whole city.The phone on his table finally breaks the long silence. The person on the other side of the line tells him that he should send his team to Harbor Road before 6 pm that day. There will be blood. He was an old friend. He would get his share. The old man finally gets off the chair and calls a reporting team inside. ' I want exclusive shots of the mob, the fire, the blood .... anything you can capture in that hell-hole. Remember you are not going there for social work. You are going there to get me TRP's. Anyone got a problem with that? ' No sir. ' Then go idiots, make me rich.'

Police Headquarters, Sin City.

The police commissioner hears from a sub-Inspector. He has information that the Auto-wallahs union might do some damage today. They are angry and unemployed for life. He asks for increasing the security at sensitive places. The fat bastard has other plans. He orders to withdraw police force from sensitive places.'That union is a big fish Shinde, you don't know about this game yet. It has support from the ruling party. Now don't give me that i-am-a-honest-cop look and do as told.And yeah, put the force to control the opposing party members. They will look to take political advantage out of this.'

Harbor Road, Sin City.

The protest has become wild. The wind has turned electric. The Auto-wallahs union is on the streets blocking other modes of transport to make a point that the city needs them.The city has no existence without them, they are her spirit.But that's not the truth. They are afraid of a different tomorrow.They want it to be what it has always been. They are angry. Very angry.
They are burning buses and taxis. Their voices sound alike and devilish. As if Satan himself has taken the command to execute this shameful disaster.One of the Auto wallahs breaks free from his vengeance. He is staring at a body of an old man who was rescued from one of the burning buses.They could not do anything. He died on the spot. The old man was his father.His only kin.
He could not believe what he saw. He fell down crying near his father and watched the city burn.There was no remorse for this.It was sinful.Though you cannot blame someone for what happened.Everyone played their parts.

But the city lives. Nobody gives a tiny rat's ass .Its amazing how these events stand nowhere in peoples lives.They are just happy because their loved ones were not hurt.The day is not far when it will be your turn to feel the heat.There will be a tomorrow.There will be new people.There will be sins. The show will go on. And the Sin City will rejoice.