03/06/2013
Too LONG But Worth Reading
via Confession Page
''"Hey guys,
Well this confession may seem a biography to most of u nd ther is pretty gud chance that it may never get posted bt il be happy even if nly admin reads it.
For most of u ppl metro may jus b a way of transport bt for me its a lot more than that. My relation wid metro goes way back to d time when it started in delhi. My father was an employee of DMRC. It felt great to be a metro family. As I was d only son of my parents I enioyed all the luxuries. Those were my glorious days.
School in morning, aftrnoon wid frds, eveng wid everchanging galfrds nd best time at night when I used to cm back wid my dad boarding last metro everyday. Delhi looked like a dreamland from metro. My dad was my best frd wid whom I shared everythng afterall he financed all my dates from panipoori to pizza. It was my dad who inspired me to take biology and be a doc. I wasnt serious abt studies at all. So jus for fun I joined coaching in janakpuri.
Our happiness seemed fading when my mom got diagnosed wid a spinal tumour. She got operated bt cost of operation was too high. My dad managed it somehow bt it was difficult to manage once chemotherapy started. My dad was neck deep high in debts nd loans he took. Bt we took d best care of mom. Days became worse when mom wasnt able to move her limbs nd startd experiencin memory loss.
The only relaxin time for me nd dad still was d time we wud spend in metro while returnin. One day my dad told me dat he wont b able to board metro while returnin coz he had some work. Nd the very next moment i reached home i got a call to inform dat my dad shot himself to death. My world shattered in front of my eyes. I havnt imagined my life widout my hero. I lost my dad nd my mom lost memory before nly.
Few days later when I opened my mail.....I saw an email frm dad....it read m sorry son m leavin dis journey midway, be a great doc one day nd take care of ur mom.
I dint get any insurance money coz dad committd su***de. I was helpless nd nobody was der to help me out. We sold our house, bike nd every expensive things. Nd somehow I managed to continue my mom's treatment. I started to work at a computer center nd used to get some salary. I continued my studies at night.
After 2 years of hardwork finally d day came when I was selected for DPMT nd got admission in prestigious medical college(sorry I cant name it). My mums tumour wasnt in final stage so I tried everythng I cud to prolong her life.
2 months back I finally passed my final MBBS nd got a prefix to my name ""Dr."" I came home nd told my mum dat I became doctor nd she replied mera beta school gaya hai aur mere husband kaam par gaye hai aap kal aana.
She doesnt recognise me still nd always gives inaporopriate answers to quesns . Ppl adviced to stop tryin fr mum. Bt I wont cuz I do recognise who my mom is and I will try every moment m alive. I became a doc fr my mom and those old memories which will never fade.
Today I am an intern in the hospital nd right m sittin in the same last metro wich il board every night for d rest of my life. I have tears in my eye bt I dnt mind cryin. I wish I cud go back to d time and change everythng. Dad il always miss u and ur company. Im takin good care of mom but my senior doc said its final stage nw. I dont wanna be orphan.
Dis is dedicated to metro and its once an honest employee my dad nd my mom.
Mor naachte huye bhi rota hai, hans marte huye b gaata hai
Ye zindagi ka riwaaz hai dosto,
Dukho waali raat neend nahi aati aur khushiyo waali raat kaun sota hai....."
