Friday, January 13, 2006

Cruel, sometimes

This morning I spent three hours arranging for blood for my father's transfusion. Mine wouldn't do. And we are blood related.

I spent time at the blood bank in a long queue, ahead of a father who wanted ten bottles of blood for his little girl. They are blood related too.

12 comments:

Gangadhar said...

Hey..what happened to your father?
Hope everything goes well for you and your father...
And I understood your philosophy...but we're helpless..

Khakra said...

You're one brave cookie. Part of your brilliant personality , as reflected on the blog, perhaps comes from your dad. Hang in there!

madhavan said...

Blood be breath
Breath be life
Body be blood
Blood be breath

Flesh is mired
Bone is riven
Fluids uneven
Heartbeats disagree
Will is tired
Spirit be firm
Mind be free

anumita said...

Why dad needs blood transfusion, mukta? At bandra or vashi now?

Anonymous said...

I hope everything is fine mukta ....
~neo~

Nagesh Pai said...

Nature has her ways to ensure that we blend and depend with people apart from our family. Though i must say she is ruthless.. red in tooth and claw.

Take good Care of your Father. God is Great and always by your side, Mukta.

Pixel8 said...

hope evrything is alright now.
take care...

kaiser said...

Hope everything gets fine soon.

Anonymous said...

... wish i could be of some help.

~J

Ravi said...

I hope & wish everything turns out fine.

Ash said...

Hope everything goes well. Take care *hug*

Mukta said...

Hi all,

Thanks. My dad's doing better now. Hope all of you are well too. :-)