If someone would ask me the happiest moment of my life.... I would say there are many.... But this one's quite special.... And that special moment I still recollect goes something like this....
"On Monday morning (21/09/09) my friend Shantanu called out my name with a sweet smile." And that was a very special moment for me. A moment which gave me unbounded happiness.....
What!!!! Did you just say, "Whats so special about this?"
Well it always depends on the context. And trust me, at the end of this post, even you would agree that it was indeed one of the best moment of my life.
On Sunday morning I got a call around 9:30am. The call was from my friend Reema. I picked up the call and all I heard was (in a sharp tone) " Have you heard Shantanu is admitted in the hospital.... He's suffering from Lukemia (Blood cancer)". I was totally shocked to hear such an unexpected news. I immediately asked her few more details and then she told me that he was suffering from this deadly disease since past two & a half months. That added some more tension to my existing mental condition. After saying all this she asked me to keep it confidential and also she insisted on not visiting the hospital.... She said that might add to more tension among the family members. Also it might create chaos in the hospital if we visited to see him.... I couldn't say a single word to convince her. With a dull mind I continued the rest of my day as per schedule. In the evening at 9:00 pm i saw a few missed calls from my other friends. They asked me if I knew about Shantanu's case. And I said yes... So we decided to meet him the next day at 11:00 am...
I had a hot discussion about "Living for passions", with my college friend Viraj, while I was returning from my classes. After returning home from classes I immediately called one of my friends who had already been to see Shantanu. I asked him his condition ... and the reply added some more to my shock. My friend said that he was totally unconscious in the evening and that his pulse rate was a whomping 200. That night I couldn't sleep till 2. All I could think of was "Shantanu".
The next day, Monday (21/09/09), was a holiday on account of Eid. I got up early. And then, myself and Viraj went to the hospital where Shantanu was admitted. There my school mates had also come to see him. We went to the ICU.... And...................................
................I was shocked to see that Shantanu's face was no longer recognizable... His entire body was just a set of bones.... He had lost all of his tissues and muscle mass due to 3 strong doses of Chemotherapy...... I entered the ICU. I was frightened and couldn't think of what to speak. His mother was sitting beside his head, gently caressing his forehead. His dad was standing near us. I was worried. A number of questions arised simultanoeusly in my mind. "How is his situation", "Should I talk", " Is he gonna survive", "O my ... what happened to his cute chubby charming look". And then came the happiest moment of my life. Shantanu called out my name. " Aaaaa...d..d..." he could hardly speak. He was in great need of breath. As he tried to utter my name, he gave me a smile. I quickly prompted out my name. And he heaved a sigh of relief. I was so happy he recognized me and also called out my name, I actually went on telling people about this, later that day. Then he recognized few of my other friends too. Then one of my friend Pushkar said, "Hey buddy get well soon and then we would go to malls... Have lotsa funn.. eh!" He nodded his head. He wanted to say a lot but couldn't speak. He just gave us a smile and then tears rolled out of his eyes. His dad leaned forward to wipe off his tears... The moment was indeed very touchy...
All of us then came down the hospital building and we were discussing how happy we felt after seeing improvement in his condition. Personally, I gained hope that he would recover very soon.Then in an hour or so we heard a news saying that Shantanu's condition was again critical. Now we were worried. We waited till around 1:30 pm when it was almost lunch time. One of Shantanu's relatives insisted upon us to go back to our homes, have lunch and then return back in the evening. We did so.....
In the evening we went to the hospital around 7:15pm when few more friends joined the us. I just saw him from the small window of the ICU door...... This time I was totally taken aback. I could see Shantanu desperately gasping for breath. His pulse rate had gone up again. His aunt came and told us , "This is not the image that you should probably remember.... Remember your healthy Shantanu... How charming he used to be." She further informed us that Shantanu's brain had stopped working and all he was surviving upon was just a pair of lungs. She said if anyone felt like donating blood then they may go and do so at the blood bank, but it would be of no use.. She said that the doctor had given up hopes. I felt very sad about the situation.
After half an hour we left back to our respective homes with the plans to meet him the next day. I reached home had my dinner and then as my mind wasn't completely stable I just sat over the Internet to check my mails. I informed a few online friends about this situation. Then I got a call. The call conveyed a message which I didn't want to hear... Shantanu started his journey towards Heaven. We all immediately went to take a last look at the body. The relatives asked us to come in the morning around 6:30am as they felt there might be chaos around. So we left.
The next morning around 6:30am I reached Shantanu's residence. Few of my friends had already reached his place. I went upstairs to see that Shantanu's body was wrapped in a blanket. After few moments I came back downstairs. In an hour or so the final rites took place. It was very painful to see the agony of his mother and father.
I came back home around 10:30am, had my bath, finished few of my chores and then sat down with my cellphone. All of a sudden a I did something wierd. I messaged Shantanu...... " We all love you Shantanu. You will always remain alive in our hearts." I didn't get a delivery report. My eyes became moist. Perhaps I realised that emptiness, I realised that there was someone missing from my life, who would have definitely replied me back....
From this entire incident I learnt two big things in my life:
1. I WOULD ALWAYS LIVE MY PASSION, SO THAT WHEN I DIE, I WOULD DIE WITH CONTENTMENT.
2. I WOULD ALWAYS STAY IN TOUCH WITH MY FRIENDS. NO MATTER WHAT. COZ I STILL REGRET NOT KEEPING IN TOUCH WITH SHANTANU.
Miss you Shantanu.
We all love you....