We had just started feeling easy, when luck, just took away our smile and I was informed, that the same, son-of-a-bitch in the name of a doctor, Amol, would be attending to my father, as he was also a consultant of the current hospital and since he had attended the case, he would be the right help, the hospital could offer. We were devastated and could do nothing but see our father turning feeble and a patient in true sense, than seeing him recover. SATAN HAD HIS CHANCE AND TIME FOR REVENGE. After recurring pain and trauma, faced by my father, due to wrong medicines and his doubt, that he was being targeted upon, because of him refraining from going through an angioplasty on doctor’s advice, he called the doctor, attending on him at that instant and insisted on his discharge, since he was feeling alright and wanted to rest at home. On continuous and rigid insistence of my father, and not being in a position to answer Dad’s queries, Dr.Amol and his 40 thieves, with their heads dug deep in the puddle with shame, had to relieve him, after his 7 days of non-stop agony and pain, in the hospital. We had then seen the happiness on our father’s face on his way home and things kept going normal for some time.

Until again, one day, he got a catch on his chest, but he kept insisting that it was caused due to acidity and had nothing to do with cardiac problems. Me and my brother, this time not wanting to take a chance, went straight back to the undertaker (Amol), thinking that we made a mistake by not believing him, and he then, after immense display of drama, agreed on re-consulting on my dad’s case and that’s it. My dad kept complaining, of the medicines reverse effects, and we kept ignoring, making him feel we understood him. Despite of his weakness and the doctors assurance, of allowance of his movements and activities, despite of weakness, dad tried to keep up with his daily chores, all until, the 13th day of July, 2006, noon, on his way back home from the temple and reaching the house door, he met someone waiting for him to accompany him. Death. It was too late by the time our neighbors and we could make up to him to grab him from the wretched clutches.

After all the rites at home, it was now time for the funeral procession and I and my brother were running around the doctor to procure a death certificate and finally despite of the bastards, vain efforts to dodge us, and forcibly confront us (NOT EVEN A DEVIL WOULD DO THAT, UNDER SUCH CONDITIONS), he told us on our face that, he could not approve of my fathers death, since the miserable and spineless creeper, felt that maybe, my father would have committed suicide, than succumbing to natural death. We insisted on him, having a test done at my residence, which he also refused and when I asked him, that doesn’t he feel, that he is responsible for this entire affair, since he assured my dad to move around despite of him complaining of improper health and him begging to let him discontinue certain medicines, he felt was harming him, he asked to leave the premise or else he would get us thrown out. We were in a state, where no man, no matter how strong, can dream of retorting, because all we had before our eyes all the time was our father’s corpse, resting at home and waiting for his divine journey to commence. Not only that, on our approaching another doctor on grounds of sympathy, he threatened him, a famous physician of our locality, to make the certificate at his own risk, since he would not certify his involvement, to an extent, that he would refuse to have ever consulted or treated on this patient, if questioned and that, the patient was not under his medication, after being relieved from the hospital. We were shattered.

It was then, when god, had mercy and send a messiah, a doctor, whom we never knew ever or visa versa, who was called upon, by one of our society residents, and he obligated us by granting the certificate, so we could proceed with our rituals and that is when, my father’s final journey could commence. After all the 13 day rituals, i.e. the 26th of JULY 2007, a day which was marked as the black day in the history of this city, natures wrath struck, and the whole city was submerged. Mother nature, was gentle and loving enough, to have made my fathers divine journey easier and let his children, finish all the rituals, which could offer peace and rest to his soul.

I tried to teach this evil rodent in the name of a doctor a lesson, by pursuing with media, NGO’s and maybe everybody who seemed to be boasting and tooting their horns and trumpets, of being the messiahs of the needy, but in vain. I could not get justice for my fathers soul and also for all the children (I am sure, many and many, would have gone through it) whose tears and pain, given by these lichens, went unnoticed. But, I promised one thing to myself, I will get these SO CALLED DOCTORS, behin