Complete freedom is abstract, existing only in the mind. On 15 August 1947, the first Prime Minister of India, Jawaharlal Nehru raised the Indian national flag above the Lahori Gate of the Red Fort in Delhi. Politicians and pedagogues hailed the intellectual speech as a declaration of independence.
Meanwhile, seventy- three years have passed, the country and the country-men, faced peril several times in many ways jeopardizing their rights to existence.
On the one hand, there are scientific achievements Mangalyaan and
Chandrayaan.
Women have triumphed over many fields-- from setting a medical example to a lawyer with principles, being a pilot to being a cab-driver; females have conquered plenty of fields, on the other hand, there are still enormous gaps in thoughts, prejudices and discriminations exist.
In our everyday lives, we say "Motherland". To defend the honour of our Motherland we lay down our lives at the border against the enemy.
Feminine energy is the spirit of the universe. Creating all matter and consciousness, the eternal and infinite, the metaphysical and reality, the soul, of everything.
It pains me to set down the inconvenient and blushful facts. We should have evolved with education from patriarchal ways of the past.
Women symbolize national honour, thus any act that defiles and violates women’s bodies becomes a political weapon. The one nationwide uproar, the ebb and flow of decisiveness and aggression happened once but who cares about a woman walking her dog during the pandemic in a side lane where there were hyenas waiting in a car for her arrival to jump her. She was lucky enough to run back to the community. There is no doubt safety in many forms is lacking in our lives.
Women play many roles in her lifetime from daughterhood to motherhood many bonds bind a woman with her relations but it's trifle disturbing that everyone isn't plucky against the savagery. But many of them are exploited after marriage. Their potentials and qualities are scarcely recognised.
Government of the people by the people for the people does not treat people equally.
I came across a news article titled " Should State pay for treatment of rare diseases?"
Which speaks about should the government pay for the treatment of rare diseases? Well, I spoke to the advocate mentioned in the news article. She said she is appointed by the court to help the court decide this matter.
According to her in absence of government policy, the court has stepped in to provide treatment to only lysosomal storage disorder patients. She explained how the law has developed, and the rare diseases are handled in court so far are only lysosomal storage disorders.
The government can procure medicines but not where there is a need for surgery or advanced technology to deal with a disease. Who is to pay for it?
I muse, why so? Is that because someone related to the government has those conditions? Why not?
Private hospitals are like service provider units just like shops where operation, consultation, and treatment are the commodity. They run their own business by servicing your body parts.
The name of my disease sounds euphoric and when you start explaining it resembles deadly babble where the prognosis is like a psychic scream. The oddity of my lingering illness is it's larger economic implications unless you are filthy rich.
According to my experience government hospitals are breeding-ground for germs, bacteria and viruses and being immunocompromised, seeking treatment in government hospitals is welcoming a death sentence.
Moreover, the treatment usually involves surgery to remove the tumours before they become harmful. Certain tumours can be treated with focused high-dose irradiation. Individuals with VHL and organ transplant need careful monitoring by a physician familiar with the disorder to control the plethora of illnesses that organ transplants and VHL affliction brings. I can't leave the doctors familiar with my case.
All which is needed to lengthen the period and quality of life is a good doctor who is thinking about your health and happiness and not treating you like a guinea pig and not working for his own good and fame. I got the opportunity to choose between good and better doctors four times in my life. VHL being a genetic form of cancer patients need to battle a series of tumours throughout their life. But I have known patients who couldn't face it after two surgeries. Businessmen with family support have survived but I have survived only with my mother's mettle and might. Few friends and well-wishers come but,
Prettify, nor falsify no one,
They are but for a season,
Gathered to escort the lost one,
By way of cosmic expression.
I have shucked off the label of “victim” and acquired the title of “warrior princess” and while I strolled down the street of life as each year unfolded I realised we have been given just one life, one existence and it's the way you live your life that makes you remembered. I don't know if there is an afterlife, but if there is I'd love to be born again until then it's a myth and will walk this life till the end of my time and craft out a story about my existence that will last.
But all I have to say is that everyone is not born warrior or fearless to weather the storm. Many times I come across people how I faced so many surgeries or how I accept it, I feel do I have any choice? I think that I experienced horrors that would give most people nightmares for life but the thing is if you face serious issues from a younger age you don't cringe inside or give up on life. The older you get without ever having a real problem you don't know how to handle it. Starting early gives you a perspective if you don't die first.
Life is a game of chance;
Granted once;
Grow and live vibrantly not in a trance,
Soul dance,
Immense will billow like a towering tsunami;
Summon up the courage to live life once.
The society with its decayed discriminations and meanness of spirit should change its thoughts and attitudes, improve it, set it right where it was wrong. The theme of the doctor’s bill should inevitably change.
The meanest, greediest, cruellest, lustful understand only their own troubles and see their own perspectives. Everywhere there's some chaos and uproar but everyone is leading a filthy life never cleaning up the dust settling in layers. With a few dead trees surrounding their lives, every single person seems to be the mirror image of the other, living in a mixture of the garbage but calling themselves aficionados of life. I ask you, My Lord, what do they perceive life is? I think for life and lust are synonymous.
Progress is a matter of intent and foresight, if everyone is granted their rights, and treated equally then will come true freedom and independence.
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