“Need a bed in New Delhi.”
“Need oxygen in Lucknow.”
“Please help, only 45 mins oxygen remaining in hospital.”
“Need plasma in Gurgaon.”
“Need two doses of Remdesivir.”
All I see on social media is people asking for help. Be it Facebook, be it Twitter, be it Instagram, things are in pretty bad shape. The medical infrastructure of our country has collapsed, and I am afraid. Every phone call comes with a truckload of anxiety. I pray to the power (or God) that if you are there, please make this stop! But it doesn’t work like that. We should have prepared for this. Our elected leaders should have evaluated the situation instead of rallies and declaring on Twitter that we won the COVID-19 war.
“Jis pe guzarti hai, ussi ko pata hai.” (Only those who go through it, knows the pain)
Just found out that Vivek’s mother died. Vivek and I used to live in the same neighborhood. He is probably two-three years older than me. His mother died a few days after taking the first dose of the vaccine. She had tuberculosis. All the clinical trials, innovation, speed, and research mean nothing to the family now. I ask myself, “Would she still be alive if she had better medical assistance,” or “if she had banged that thaali a little harder?
Generally, watching a film helps me take my mind off things, but it’s not working here. I have never in my life felt so helpless. I don’t know what to do. I don’t know how to help.