13-08-2022, 09:40 AM
Katpaddi station is situated in Tamilnadu, near Vellore. After getting a call from my brother in law, I had boarded Himsagar Express train in Punjab and disembarked from this train in an early morning of November in the late nineties. I informed the Auto rickshaw driver about my destination in English since I did not know Tamil and he knew only Tamil and a bit of English. The auto rickshaw started towards CMC, Vellore.
My father in law was under treatment at CMC. My mother in law and my younger brother in law were attending him. They had taken an accommodation in a nearby lodge, my destination. When I reached the lodge, Kallol, my brother in law was getting ready to leave for hospital to visit his father. He had booked a separate room for me for my stay. I went to my room and got freshened up.
After three days, my father in law was to be operated for a stomach ailment. When I reached the hospital it was 9 O’clock, Kallol asked me to deposit one bottle of my blood by transfusion for father in law’s operation. I reached hospital blood bank, technicians took sample to check blood group and acceptability my blood were checked and when everything was found alright, blood was drawn from my body. There was no requirement of blood group matching. If one’s patient required three bottles of blood, one had to deposit three bottles of blood through any donor and blood from the specific group of the patient would be allotted by the blood bank to the patient at the time of operation.
My father in law was suffering from occasional bleeding from inner walls of his small intestine. Due to high blood pressure the bleeding was frequent and the blood would come out through excreta. The doctors tried to find out the source of hemorrhage through ultrasonography followed by endoscopy, but they found no wrong. Now, they had decided to go ahead with the operation and check internally if they could find any source of bleeding. There was no guarantee that they would find the source but we had to take the chance. My brother in law had earlier discussed the matter with me over phone and we had decided to go ahead with the operation.
On the scheduled date, father in law was taken in a wheeled bed by the attendants at 12 noon for the operation. We finished our lunch quickly and came in the waiting room at around one thirty. We were then informed that our patient had been taken to the operating table. There was a room near the operation theatre for the visitors who waited upon their patients undergoing operation. At the CMC the ICU patients’ visitors and the operation theater visitors sit in a common waiting room.
Kallol appeared to be tense. I asked him, “Are you afraid”?
He did not give a straight reply, but tried to smile. My mother in law during her stay in the hospital attending her husband had got acquainted with a lot of other patients and their relatives in the ward. She stayed back in the ward. She was tense and possibly could not handle the tension that would prevail in the visitors’ room, so she decided to stay back in the ward.
I started observing other visitors waiting in the common waiting room. I saw a beautiful young woman who was seated alone in a corner chair. She was very attractive and easily a crowd puller with her beauty. She would be around twenty three years of age, wearing a typical summer dress. Here I would like to point out that there is no real winter in the southern side of the Vindhya mountain range of Indian peninsula, so summer dress could be worn throughout the year. I was not the only person to be looking at her. I observed most of the people around were occasionally passing quick glances at her.
After some time Kallol realized that I was looking at that particular lady with interest. He smiled and told me, “I know the lady whom you are observing. There is a story that I have heard about her. Let us get a cup of tea at the canteen, I will tell you the story”.
“Alright, it is too early to get any feedback, we may have a cup of tea now”, I replied and we proceeded to the hospital canteen.
The canteen was nearby. We sat there with tea. Kallol started telling her story.
“I am here for more than three weeks. From the beginning, I have observed that the lady comes here in the morning at around seven and goes back to her lodge in the evening. She stays in a nearby lodge to our lodge. That is the reason I happen to meet her every now and then. Out of curiosity, one day I asked an attendant about her. He told me that her name was Sunanda Joseph. She was married and her husband was Mathew Joseph, a patient in the ICU. Mathew was a Syrian Catholic and Keralite. Sunanda hailed from Orissa. Originally Sunanda and Mathew were residents of Rourkela. It had been only three months of their marriage. Sunanda’s father was Ajit Patanayek, an industrialist based at Jamshedpur. Mathew was a mechanical foreman in a local steel factory. Mathew was of six feet height and drove an Enfield Bullet motor cycle.
One day while Sunanda was going to college, Mathew happened to see her providentially and got immediately smitten by her charms. He started observing her religiously for a few days and eventually Sunanda noticed it. He was a handsome attractive guy and within a few days he managed to speak to her during her walk to college. Although Sunanda was hesitant initially, but the ice broke without much effort from Mathew and then he realized that the attraction was actually mutual.
As it happens in most of the cases, Sunanda’s father was dead against her marriage with Mathew, being of a different religion. Mathew in the meantime had informed his parents about Sunanda over telephone. Mathew’s parents, who were living at Kerala, were also not interested in the alliance. They wanted a girl from their own community as a daughter in law.
Their love affair blossomed fully with time. As they were madly in love with each other, they decided to go ahead even against the wishes of their families and get married. And very soon they got married by registering their marriage. Ajit Patanayek tried all out efforts to break up the marriage, but once the couple had decided to marry, nothing could stop it.
Mathew now decided to shift from Jamshedpur after their marriage to avoid any altercation with his in laws, since his father in law was a powerful man with political links. As he was a skilled mechanic, he easily got another similar job at Rourkela, a nearby industrial city. They immediately shifted to Rourkela with all their belongings”.
Kallol stopped to take a break on his story telling. We ordered for another cup of tea.
My father in law was under treatment at CMC. My mother in law and my younger brother in law were attending him. They had taken an accommodation in a nearby lodge, my destination. When I reached the lodge, Kallol, my brother in law was getting ready to leave for hospital to visit his father. He had booked a separate room for me for my stay. I went to my room and got freshened up.
After three days, my father in law was to be operated for a stomach ailment. When I reached the hospital it was 9 O’clock, Kallol asked me to deposit one bottle of my blood by transfusion for father in law’s operation. I reached hospital blood bank, technicians took sample to check blood group and acceptability my blood were checked and when everything was found alright, blood was drawn from my body. There was no requirement of blood group matching. If one’s patient required three bottles of blood, one had to deposit three bottles of blood through any donor and blood from the specific group of the patient would be allotted by the blood bank to the patient at the time of operation.
My father in law was suffering from occasional bleeding from inner walls of his small intestine. Due to high blood pressure the bleeding was frequent and the blood would come out through excreta. The doctors tried to find out the source of hemorrhage through ultrasonography followed by endoscopy, but they found no wrong. Now, they had decided to go ahead with the operation and check internally if they could find any source of bleeding. There was no guarantee that they would find the source but we had to take the chance. My brother in law had earlier discussed the matter with me over phone and we had decided to go ahead with the operation.
On the scheduled date, father in law was taken in a wheeled bed by the attendants at 12 noon for the operation. We finished our lunch quickly and came in the waiting room at around one thirty. We were then informed that our patient had been taken to the operating table. There was a room near the operation theatre for the visitors who waited upon their patients undergoing operation. At the CMC the ICU patients’ visitors and the operation theater visitors sit in a common waiting room.
Kallol appeared to be tense. I asked him, “Are you afraid”?
He did not give a straight reply, but tried to smile. My mother in law during her stay in the hospital attending her husband had got acquainted with a lot of other patients and their relatives in the ward. She stayed back in the ward. She was tense and possibly could not handle the tension that would prevail in the visitors’ room, so she decided to stay back in the ward.
I started observing other visitors waiting in the common waiting room. I saw a beautiful young woman who was seated alone in a corner chair. She was very attractive and easily a crowd puller with her beauty. She would be around twenty three years of age, wearing a typical summer dress. Here I would like to point out that there is no real winter in the southern side of the Vindhya mountain range of Indian peninsula, so summer dress could be worn throughout the year. I was not the only person to be looking at her. I observed most of the people around were occasionally passing quick glances at her.
After some time Kallol realized that I was looking at that particular lady with interest. He smiled and told me, “I know the lady whom you are observing. There is a story that I have heard about her. Let us get a cup of tea at the canteen, I will tell you the story”.
“Alright, it is too early to get any feedback, we may have a cup of tea now”, I replied and we proceeded to the hospital canteen.
The canteen was nearby. We sat there with tea. Kallol started telling her story.
“I am here for more than three weeks. From the beginning, I have observed that the lady comes here in the morning at around seven and goes back to her lodge in the evening. She stays in a nearby lodge to our lodge. That is the reason I happen to meet her every now and then. Out of curiosity, one day I asked an attendant about her. He told me that her name was Sunanda Joseph. She was married and her husband was Mathew Joseph, a patient in the ICU. Mathew was a Syrian Catholic and Keralite. Sunanda hailed from Orissa. Originally Sunanda and Mathew were residents of Rourkela. It had been only three months of their marriage. Sunanda’s father was Ajit Patanayek, an industrialist based at Jamshedpur. Mathew was a mechanical foreman in a local steel factory. Mathew was of six feet height and drove an Enfield Bullet motor cycle.
One day while Sunanda was going to college, Mathew happened to see her providentially and got immediately smitten by her charms. He started observing her religiously for a few days and eventually Sunanda noticed it. He was a handsome attractive guy and within a few days he managed to speak to her during her walk to college. Although Sunanda was hesitant initially, but the ice broke without much effort from Mathew and then he realized that the attraction was actually mutual.
As it happens in most of the cases, Sunanda’s father was dead against her marriage with Mathew, being of a different religion. Mathew in the meantime had informed his parents about Sunanda over telephone. Mathew’s parents, who were living at Kerala, were also not interested in the alliance. They wanted a girl from their own community as a daughter in law.
Their love affair blossomed fully with time. As they were madly in love with each other, they decided to go ahead even against the wishes of their families and get married. And very soon they got married by registering their marriage. Ajit Patanayek tried all out efforts to break up the marriage, but once the couple had decided to marry, nothing could stop it.
Mathew now decided to shift from Jamshedpur after their marriage to avoid any altercation with his in laws, since his father in law was a powerful man with political links. As he was a skilled mechanic, he easily got another similar job at Rourkela, a nearby industrial city. They immediately shifted to Rourkela with all their belongings”.
Kallol stopped to take a break on his story telling. We ordered for another cup of tea.
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