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Thursday, May 18, 2006

The death that touched me in my thirty six years of life as a Police Officer.


Bajabi Kumar Sharma aged 66 years traveled all the way from Guwahati to Coimbatore to treat his son Sharma aged 44 years at K.M.C. Hospital. They were accompanied by his brother who is a doctor. Mr. Sharma was to undergo a kidney transplant. The surgery was planned on the 4th May 2006. On 3rd evening Bajabi Kumar crossed the road to get some fruit juice for his son. He was knocked down by a two wheeler near ‘Goldwins’ in Avinashi Road. He sustained head injury and he was admitted in the same hospital, but in the neurology ward. The surgery for son Sharma took place the next day. The father Bajabi Kumar succumbed to his injuries on 11-5-06. The son never knew of his father’s accident or death. The money that was brought to take care of Sharma was spent to treat the father. The eight days of treatment costed him considerably. The doctor brother did not have any other relation to take care of the formalities. He approached us, (the police) and we went with all the formalities in no time. He wanted to transport the body to Guwahati on the same day in the late night flight from Bangalore to Guwahati.
The police Surgeon Dr.Edwin Joe embalmed the body and made it transportable in a casket. Help came from all the quarters, from the air-lines, from the doctors of K.M.C Hospital, Police Surgeon and the ambulance driver. Since there was no evening flight to catch up with the Guwahati flight, the ambulance driver assured us that he will transport the doctor brother and the body of Mr.Bajabi Kumar Sharma to Bangalore Airport safely.
When I went home in the evening after finishing all the formalities for Mr.Bajabi Kumar Sharma, I was enveloped in a heavy shroud of numb emptiness. What an irony! The father who came to take treatment for his son went back home dead. At times I feel that these terrible painful events in my life not only give me sorrow and pain but also judge me. I have learnt to understand and love these painful times that I come across in my life often.


Comments:
Hi Masi sir,

The story is very painful. I am glad you were there and did what could do.

//What an irony! The father who came to take treatment for his son went back home dead. At times I feel that these terrible painful events in my life not only give me sorrow and pain but also judge me. I have learnt to understand and love these painful times that I come across in my life often.//

Those lines of yours shows very clearly what kind of person you are... I am amazed still you are in that pristine nature to feel the pain of others. After all, you are going through so many cases like this in day to day basis still you have the soft spot in you to feel. Really I am amazed about you. Thank you for sharing!

Orani.
 
Hello Orani, Thank you so much. Yes it is very painful when I witness certain occurences.
 
Dear Sir

I can see that every raod accident that occurs in Coimbatore City increase your burden and pain. The roads have become deathbed for so many unfortunate persons. I am sure you would continue your efforts relentlessly in bringing sanity to road users and let me and my fellow wardens play a part.

warm regards,
M. Sundararajan
 
Very moving incident. I am very happy to see the kind heartedness of you and other public service personnel. Keep up your good work, Sir.

-Kasi
(I sent an email too, did you receive it?)
 
Sir,
thank you for visiting my blog-post. the dear lady mentioned in this post is my grandmother. the dear Paatti is my dear mother who passed away this day last year. the reason I started blogging was to keep my children posted of the depth of good relationships.thank you. God Bless and keep you and your family in good staed. manu
 
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