La Mort

He lay in the middle of a busy road on a Tuesday afternoon surrounded by curious onlookers, mere spectators, dumb commentators and honking vehicles. "What happened?", somebody in the crowd asked. He could not reply or did not want to reply. He could hear noises, like whispers, but could not clearly see anything. He desperately tried to get up but could not. He was struggling. He again tried with all his might but still could not get up. He requested, he pleaded, he yelled, for help......"hey please help me"..."take me to the hospital"...."inform my parents". He realised that the crowd was withdrawing(Noises faded)...Everybody wanted to help but something held them back. The concurrent whispers were like: " Don't touch, you might get involved",   " Let the police come", " We do not have time, we are getting late", "Poor thing, he is so young", "ohhhh shit", "OMG", "Move away, let him breathe". He was not sure what was happening, he again tried in vain. He at last realised that he could not move an inch. He could move his hands but the legs won't budge. The only pain he felt was in the teeth and his thoughts were..."Oh! My teeth are gone, I would look terrible without those teeth in school tomorrow..i am so young..God why did you do this to me..what would i do without my teeth". He imagined friends laughing at him. His thoughts were disturbed by somebody(a stranger) trying to support him but still he could not get up. The stranger called for an auto-rickshaw but none obliged(as it mostly happens even today). Eventually the stranger had to forcibly stop an auto and with the help of three or four people, managed to get the boy into the auto. The victim was taken to the nearest hospital(A famous private kind) but was flatly refused admission: " Sorry!!! No such cases". "Take him to the Government Hospital". 

Many memories flooded his brains instantly...Mom!, Dad!, Tuition class...sir waiting for me to come...friends!...friends waiting at adda...for what?, girls...,, tablets,,...fun...,,doctor...,, 

mid-term exams...recovery...one-day-tuition-missed, teachers..., other students...lectures-by-elders-to-drive-carefully, opportunities..., dreams...., hopes..., aspirations.....dashed???

On their way to the next hospital, the conversation was like: G - Stranger, B - Boy

G: Where is your house?

B: Address is.... 

G: Do you have a phone at your place?

B: Yes, please note.......

G: Don't worry, everything will be fine

B: Sir, One small request

G: Ya, tell me..

B: when you call home and if mom picks up the phone...please do not break the news to her... ask for my father...and tell him. My mom will not be able to handle this....please sir...

At last a doctor at a small dispensary obliged and allowed admission.

Doctor to his wife: Poor thing, he has only 5% chances of survival...let's try

Wife: How is that he is still partly conscious?

The doctor and his wife till date do not know that the boy's inquisitiveness got the better of him...and he was partly conscious only because of the fact that he wanted to know, at all times, what was happening around him(to him).

The boy had met with an accident. A truck had run over him while he was on his way for his Physics & Maths tuitions in Std XII(the most crucial year for any science student). 

A dream ended.....abruptly.

To be continued....