IN MY TIME OF DYING

When people are young, full of life and frequently covering bases,they hardly ever give a thought about how they'd die. That is unless you are not deranged or suicidal. But fortunately most people are not suicidal and are sane enough to quickly move on to next affair before the suicide thought even pop in tiny little head of theirs. But there are times, bad times, when you just cannot shake the feeling that the time to walk into the bright light has finally came. 

Personally I never gave much thought to how I'd die. But whenever I did, I always thought I'd die of some extremely romantic disease like leukemia(well that's how JAMIE died) or it could be some extremely horrific disease like brain tumor or multiple organ failure(even when I don't drink). You know anything less than that seems like inadequate. But to leave this world out of a simple fever seemed like a very sad way to go.

Now you might be wondering from where all this is coming from. So let me take u back in the past a bit. As far as I remember I was in kolkata, I had an excellent trip and and even great hospitality. But as I was returning home by the train all hell broke loose on me. In the compartment I was in there were every kind of people you'd never want near you. There was a noisy couple, and though the girl was pretty hot, her voice had a remarkable resemblance to a banshee. Just beneath me was a boy of around 3 or 4 who wouldn't shut up and to make matters worse there were two women very interested in politics(and I probably forgot to mention they were all bongs).

So very naturally I fall ill but I thought that I'll be all right next morning. That morning never came. Like the wrinkles on an aging lady my fever just kept on increasing and even when I went to the family doctor it never came down. Seeing no other options we changed the doctor and that's when he suggested that I should be admitted to a hospital.

For those of you who have never been to a hospital (to get admitted) let me enlighten you a bit. Here's what happens to you. They take you on a stretcher, take you straight to emergency room, they pretend to take your temperature, b.p. and stuff like that, then they give your attendant a really long list of tests that includes fluids from every part of your body and other test involving a lot of shiny lights. Then you are dispatched off to your room.

So I came to my room and was pretty pleased with it. AC, LCD, nice view from the window, what more could u possibly desire when u are sick. Well u do desire a good treatment, but guess what, you cannot get that. In my opinion getting a good treatment in the hospital is like getting an 8 pointer or a 3-way , you always want it but never get it. Now there is one more thing, remember how they show those incredibly hot nurses on those videos we watch, they are all hospital funded. In real life there is no such thing like a hot nurse. I, too, with sadness in my heart removed the sponge bath with a hot nurse out of my wish list.

Anyway my treatment started, and then came the big surprise. After piercing my body with needles on every chance they got and completing all the test they could possibly have done, even on 4th day of treatment my fever, like some loan from MAHAJAN never showed any sign of coming down to a reasonable level. Every night it reached a level more than 104 and that's way out of anybody's comfort zone. In those four days my body grew so weak that I wasn't even able to sit up. And I couldn't eat anything. Needless to say I was reaching a breaking point and that was when I found my will power cracking. Also the nurse came and recorded my temperature which was reading 105.6. My parents called the doctor but that M.F.ing S.O.B.( u know I never use profanity towards anyone in general, but that asshole was playing with my life, that's like a cold blooded murder and I cannot see any other crime more heinous) came only an hour later. It was like 12:30 in the morning and he came and ordered the nurse to give me two more injection. That was the point when my MAMA went out of control and gave the doctor the thrashing of the day (not physically only verbal). Anyway in my opinion you cannot possibly give a doctor thrashing of his life because they are so thick skinned and get it daily. It was then decided that I'd be removed from that hospital and be shifted to Apollo next morning. All this time I was in the same state. Never knowing what the hell is wrong with me.

That night after everyone went to sleep, or pretended to because I was pretending to, the most peculiar thing happened to me. about around 2:30 in the morning my fever did came down a bit and i was feeling a little bit better. and that was when it happened. from the moonlit night outside my window, i saw a figure slowly crawling into my room and death in its deadliest form appeared in front of me. before i could see the silhouetted figure, a voice chilly as only death's voice could be echoed in my head- "time to go my boy".

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