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I am not a writer nor a poet. Just trying to narrate some of my experiences .. I am usually comfortable in writing in Assamese, my mother tongue. Have written few blogs in English and have tried my hands in composing few poems in Hindi too.. My Hindi speaking friends may excuse me for my audacity to do so..

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Friday, 5 October 2012

The day I felt hopelessly hopeless..

It was Dec,2007. My elder son was in Class XII. Younger son was away in New Delhi  representing his school. Wife swapna was in Guwahati medical College hospital struggling for her life. She had been a kidney patient since 1996 and her condition was very serious. My son was constantly with his mother in the hospital ,looking after her.  His CBSE exam was only two months away and he had to manage his studies in the hospital itself.  

On a Saturday, at about 11 am I received a call from him, “ Dad, mother needs blood urgently,  has to be done today itself, tomorrow is Sunday, Monday will be too late, the doctors have said. Send someone to donate blood in an hour.” I was in college, exam was going on. Called a friend immediately, his phone was switched off. Called a lecturer who was very close to our family. He promised to call back after sometime, which he never did.  

I called the president and the secretary of our housing society. They informed me that a security guard  had agreed to donate blood. I came fast to my apartment but on my arrival  was shocked to hear that the  guard had just refused to do so. I was speechless.  Entered my apartment. Son called again, “Dad, no one has arrived till now, do something.” I did not know what to do.  Had never felt so helpless  before.  Started praying, tears started rolling down from my eyes. Suddenly I remembered my cousin, Tonmoy. Called him. He was about to go to his office.  He immediately agreed and said, “Don’t worry, I am reaching the hospital in half an hour.” Son called again. For a boy of his age, it was too much to bear. I assured him knowing fully well that my cousin would definitely come. And he did.


  1. So sad to read.
    Dear Dasji
    dat's why i never refuse to attend a call for blood donation if i am eligible to donate [after 3 months of the previous donation].
    i am happy and glad that i could give 52 times so far in my life, the gesture i started in my birthday in 1978.
    of course i attend only calls and never participate in blood donation camp.