Mamta Kalia
Mamta Kalia Mamta Kalia
the railway station with the diary in his pocket. He found Vijay Mitra’s father sitting silently. He handed him the diary saying he had forgotten to return it. His father’s hand was trembling as if he were taking the corpse of his son. “Dr. Bhagat , if you are not feeling well your statement can be taken later”, Dr. Rajnish Acharya said seeing him wipe sweat off his forehead. Dr. C.K. Bhagat answered clenching the handkerchief in his fist, “No Dr. Acharya, I’m quite normal.” In an abnormal silence Dr. Bhagat kept speaking in as normal a way as he could— “When Vijay Mitra’s body was carried out of ICCU, the crowd in campus began shouting— “Long Live Comrade Vijay Mitra!” The whole institute echoed the slogan. I couldn’t decide what to do? I came helplessly to Doctor’s chamber. Dr. Sujata Roy also came after me. Due to the noise and excitement outside she was looking terrified. I sat silent. Sister Elvin was doing her work. When I saw Dr. Choudhary entering the Doctor’s chamber, I sighed with relief. Dr. Choudhary came surprised and panting— he came in and faced me, “Dr. Bhagat , what’s all this? Why this crowd… is everything alright here?” “One patient… Naxal leader… those are his supporters.” I answered dejected 122 :: April-June 2010 and got up to go home, “Dr. Choudhary I am going home. Now you’ve come… issue the death certificate.” “I…”, Dr. Choudhary stammered. “How can I give the death certificate! I haven’t seen him… I don’t know even his case history.” I stared. Outside the noise was lessening. Inside an unexpected situation had arisen. I didn’t understand what to do? I reminded Dr. Choudhary in a solemn tone— “Dr. Choudhary, you are on duty. Its your case according to rules”. But Dr. Choudhary wouldn’t hear anything. He was adamant. In such a situation, the dead body, excited crowd, an apprehension of coming incidents and my helpless wife in the quarter, alone, veins of my mind strained. Before I lost my temper, I thought it better to write the death certificate. The statement of Dr. Sujata Roy I, P.G. Student Dr. Sujata Roy was on duty in Dr. choudhary’s unit when Naxal leader Vijay Mitra was brought unconscious in cardiology. After primary check-up I found that the patient was very serious and the crowd with him very excited. Feeling frightened and helpless I instructed to admit the patient to ICCU and tried to ring Dr. Choudhary. But I could not communicate with him, since I knew till then that this patient Vijay Mitra was a Naxal leader and the people outside were his supporters I was very much frightened. In this mental situation I came out of the back door
in search of any senior doctor. Since it was the night of first January, the campus was uncommonly silent. Whether it was my terror or this silence, the atmosphere seemed dreadful. Then I looked at the light coming from Dr. Bhagat’s window and the shadows there. I thought Dr. Bhagat must be there. Filled with worry and anxiety I rang his doorbell. Dr. Bhagat was the person to open the door before he could ask me anything I told him the serious condition of the patient and asked him for help. Seeing me anxious and helpless he agreed to come. Hearing the name Vijay Mitra at the ICCU Dr. Bhagat started as if, I noted, he tried to remember something. Next moment he reached near the patient, saw him attentively and after a deep breath asked me— “Dr. Roy, do you know this patient?” Yes, I knew the patient Vijay Mitra and I didn’t know him only because he was a Naxal leader, I knew him because I was born in Naxalbari, where Naxalite movement also was born and my family was one of its victims. But I hid this from Dr. Bhagat. In fact, I felt Dr. Bhagat also knew him some way or the other. In his eyes there was a soft glow of remembrance and his face had grown sad. Dr. Bhagat looked very attentively at his situation. With every change in ECG monitor screen his forehead creased. I felt Dr. Bhagat had become very emotional and worried. So to draw him out of it or my fear of the Naxalites prompted me and I asked a foolish question— “Sir can such a ruthless man have a heart?” Dr. Bhagat looked at me with curiosity and then seeing me looking at him said with a sigh; “Dr. Roy, the world this man fought for, was not in the power of any common man.” It was obvious that Dr. Bhagat not only knew much about the patient but also was very familiar with him in some way. I wanted to ask him whether he believed in Vijay Mitra’s fight or not, but cross-questioning any senior is neither wise nor appropriate for us P.G. students. Seeing me silent, Dr. Bhagat became even more anxious. He as if said to himself— “This patient must be saved, Dr. Roy!” But that patient could not be saved. Dr. Bhagat couldn’t save him even after many efforts. That time he was looking like a robbed journeyman whose everything is lost but he can’t complain anywhere. Dr. Bhagat sad, hopeless came out of ICCU with heavy steps and sat down in the doctor’s chamber. I too come behind him and sat on a chair. After some minutes, Dr. Choudhary also arrived. Outside Vijay Mitra’s supporters were shouting slogans. Seeing Dr. Choudhary, Dr. Bhagat got up and told him to give the death certificate, Dr. Choudhary expressed his inability April-June 2010 :: 123
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in search of any senior doctor.<br />
Since it was the night of first January,<br />
the campus was uncommonly silent.<br />
Whether it was my terror or this silence,<br />
the atmosphere seemed dreadful. Then<br />
I looked at the light coming from Dr.<br />
Bhagat’s window and the shadows there.<br />
I thought Dr. Bhagat must be there. Filled<br />
with worry and anxiety I rang his doorbell.<br />
Dr. Bhagat was the person to open<br />
the door before he could ask me anything<br />
I told him the serious condition of the<br />
patient and asked him for help. Seeing<br />
me anxious and helpless he agreed to<br />
come.<br />
Hearing the name Vijay Mitra at the<br />
ICCU Dr. Bhagat started as if, I noted,<br />
he tried to remember something. Next<br />
moment he reached near the patient,<br />
saw him attentively and after a deep<br />
breath asked me— “Dr. Roy, do you know<br />
this patient?”<br />
Yes, I knew the patient Vijay Mitra<br />
and I didn’t know him only because<br />
he was a Naxal leader, I knew him because<br />
I was born in Naxalbari, where Naxalite<br />
movement also was born and my family<br />
was one of its victims. But I hid this<br />
from Dr. Bhagat. In fact, I felt Dr. Bhagat<br />
also knew him some way or the other.<br />
In his eyes there was a soft glow of<br />
remembrance and his face had grown<br />
sad.<br />
Dr. Bhagat looked very attentively<br />
at his situation. With every change in<br />
ECG monitor screen his forehead creased.<br />
I felt Dr. Bhagat had become very<br />
emotional and worried. So to draw him<br />
out of it or my fear of the Naxalites<br />
prompted me and I asked a foolish<br />
question— “Sir can such a ruthless man<br />
have a heart?”<br />
Dr. Bhagat looked at me with curiosity<br />
and then seeing me looking at him said<br />
with a sigh; “Dr. Roy, the world this<br />
man fought for, was not in the power<br />
of any common man.”<br />
It was obvious that Dr. Bhagat not<br />
only knew much about the patient but<br />
also was very familiar with him in some<br />
way. I wanted to ask him whether he<br />
believed in Vijay Mitra’s fight or not,<br />
but cross-questioning any senior is<br />
neither wise nor appropriate for us P.G.<br />
students.<br />
Seeing me silent, Dr. Bhagat became<br />
even more anxious. He as if said to<br />
himself— “This patient must be saved,<br />
Dr. Roy!”<br />
But that patient could not be saved.<br />
Dr. Bhagat couldn’t save him even after<br />
many efforts. That time he was looking<br />
like a robbed journeyman whose<br />
everything is lost but he can’t complain<br />
anywhere. Dr. Bhagat sad, hopeless came<br />
out of ICCU with heavy steps and sat<br />
down in the doctor’s chamber. I too<br />
come behind him and sat on a chair.<br />
After some minutes, Dr. Choudhary<br />
also arrived. Outside Vijay Mitra’s<br />
supporters were shouting slogans. Seeing<br />
Dr. Choudhary, Dr. Bhagat got up and<br />
told him to give the death certificate,<br />
Dr. Choudhary expressed his inability<br />
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