You might have noticed how very often an alive and kicking person shows dubious attitude and likewise extremely feeble person behaves rationally strong. Perhaps this is God’s way of redressing the injustice in its appropriation of health; those it makes weak compensates by providing a tremendous mental power. This strange phenomenon of differences in the physical and mental power can be proved from life of a brave but unlucky girl named ‘Mamta’.
My favorite teacher rightly said-‘Zindgi itfaak hai’. Really life never goes the way you want it to be .Mamta never wanted to live such miserable life(In fact no patient wants such life)but that’s the ugly ‘itfaak ‘of life.
Unfortunately she is the one who got badly injured when a fanatic lover (how can we call him a lover) threw acid over her body in her village town Kotli ( Distt Mandi).I got to know Mamta through a student leader in HPU Shimla who approached me for blood donation as Mamta had to undergo an operation. I assured him that I will do something. I wanted to donate blood but that day was a very crucial day for our department as we had a cricket match with another department and I had a long desire to be a part of winning eleven. I was in dilemma for a while but soon my ‘Insight’ showed me the way. I went directly to I.G.M.C and did the donation .Before leaving the hospital, I wanted to meet Mamta .When I entered her ward I got astounded to see her condition. A body that had turned in to a skeleton, scars and wounds all over the body and eyes sealed. Oh God! How cruel you can be? I gabbled. When Mamta was told that the blood donor has come to see her she started conversation and how the next three hours crossed I did not know. Despite her injuries she was so positive as nothing has happened, affirming every minute that she will be alright one day, though the doctors had told her that it might take ten to twelve years for her treatment .I still wonder how she could react so positively. When I came back to university, I heard that our department had lost the match but I was happy as instead of becoming the part of lost team, I had witnessed someone playing a very-very tough and crucial match. I do not know whether she would be able to win but I know that if ever she wins than I could count myself as the 12th man of her winning team.