Around the year 2007, one father, Mr X from Karan Nagar, Jammu sobbed when he recalled the days he used to run after the school bus to deliver the lunchbox for his son. In sobs he said: “Today my son is a reputed doctor in the USA and I, here at Jammu stand in a queue for my turn to consult the local doctor. In the recent past Mr.X had a fall on the Jammu Railway Station platform. The fall gave him suffering from acute backache. Mr X’s wife and daughter deserted Mr X and lived separately at a flat purchased at Kunjwani, Jammu. On his brief visit to Jammu, the doctor due to tight schedule or for some other reasons did not pay even a curtsey call to his ailing father. Besides backache, it caused mental agony to the destitute father. August 2013, Mr X was hit by a scooterist. The hit proved fatal for Mr.X. Frequent falls and the final hit to a person who was otherwise apparently healthy and an ace sportsman of his time is said to be due to stress. September 2013 Dr. Son of the late X arrived from the States to set the pyre of his father ablaze. Mr. X would have died a peaceful death had his son visited him when he was alive and conscious. Since he suffered the worst-a stressful life, the next world will definitely be better for him as there is no further superlative to worst. His death made a difference to his friends and the only sister. One more father a retired police officer purchased annoyance of his son, a reputed doctor settled at Panchkulla. The doctor was on a short visit to Jammu to mourn the death of his uncle. The father suggested to the elite son to have a few toasts as dinner rather than to be on one meal only a day. It was enough to irritate the doctor. He retorted back: “Is doctor you or me? Steaming and fuming, he left for Panckulla and did not respond to the written apology from his father. No response to mobile calls. On the request of the deserted father, to pacify the furious doctor, , I gave a call to the doctor: “B K Dass from this end”. The doctor pretended; who? The voice is not audible…..Then I gave call from my landline, but to no response. President of one of the Pandit Organisations wonders and asks his father how he is still alive when his contemporaries left this world long before. President of another Pandit Organisation made his mother to go to bed without dinner. Next morning her pillow was drenched with her tears.
Posted on: Mon, 09 Sep 2013 07:52:46 +0000
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