Adapting to Change

Sunday, March 11, 2018, 3:34 PM

I was sleeping but could hear everything. It must have been around 5 or 6 in the morning, when I was hearing neighbors-kind of conversations—it was depressing. It was my mother and two other Nepali ladies, who had slept in our room; since in their PVT room, more family members had come—Bloody relatives. I wonder sometimes how doctor figures out the actual patient among so many lethargic bodies. But, I don’t think it will matter much even if wrong patient gets injected with medicines, if I am not wrong that’s why they are there for: free medicines.

There were not only two ladies but a grown-man of age around 45-50 too. He also belonged to that more-family-member family. He had back-pain and couldn’t sleep on the floor just like the oldies; so, he slept in the bed in which Dad slept the night before.

Dad left yesterday at noon when I was in the market buying kitchen-stuff. Yes, we now have a kitchen in our room amid our beds and below a ‘Humidifier’—I don’t know what it does, but that’s what it is named; I pray it has nothing to do with fire-alarm. We have every stuff to cook food—induction cooker, utensils, rice, variety of cereals, spices, everything a kitchen has.

Mum cooks, and I make sure she doesn’t do any carelessness in her food, which she does mostly. She has been quite well along, since I can see the difference within a day. But she believes she has not improved a bit. Her dosages of medicines have increased, and some new medicines are added. Dr. Samar hasn’t shown up yet. However, his assistant came once. Nurses come and go; the only good thing about them is that they are sisters, nothing else.

When I got out yesterday, in the morning, I was stunned to look at the roads. It was not concrete the night before. But, in one night the half of the road was new. And when I went outside today-morning, I was again stunned, since another half was done. The more astounding thing was, I had no sight of any equipment, it was done without a hint. This is a miracle for every Nepali Kid who was told Melamchi-project would solve every drinking-problem soon. I read it in my class 6 social book, and I saw my brother reading same line last year.

I have been going to a shop near-by. The owner looks like that of Kunal dai; he used to rent in our home ages back and we were very good buddies. Kunal dai had this attitude of jolly, carefree and was very tactful in conversation, but this owner is an irony to him. He looks rude, and when asked for a thing, he gives a look as if I had asked for his Kidneys.  

I observed only today that my room has semi-hemisphere shape. And on its curved wall, there are three windows, which gives us the sight of a “Muslim Graveyard”. A graveyard next to Hospital—how much of comfort-seeker we have become, Good Lord!