Post # 28 # Little Ironies

What’s it like being filthy rich and wretched poor? The latter I am more attached to. I was wondering about the differences and taking a stroll and by coincidence, though unfortunate for the wounded, I saw an accident spot. People thronged the area and I could not see who has hit whom with what, but I was just conscious that there was an accident. Minutes later, the ambulance arrived and some people set down while I saw robot in them for their swiftness and extreme alert. Then I saw there were two middle-aged men, who were hurt, lying unconscious, letting the people do what was needed. OK now, what’s the big deal, you might ask — mishaps are the part of a road, like the rain is to monsoon.

Two hundred meters away from the accident spot is an elite hospital. The place for saving and giving lives it is supposed to be, however, I have overlooked the small-scale terms and conditions at the bottom of the 1000-watt, 10x10 feet signboard at its entrance. The poor should go to the government hospital, if they ever care for some treatment, otherwise not. I found that the injured men had been taken away to a public hospital, fifteen kilometers away from the spot.

The siren of the van made me realise the life’s little ironies. In accidents, the worst thing is that you can be the loser even if you have not started the game, let alone having any plan to play. It takes only a couple of minute to lose one’s life, while a century is not enough to build it in perfect form and structure. The difference, as I started out, between the two types of humanity is also apparent but I don’t if it is related with accident or not..