The Saga Of Life

However, when I gave this incident a deeper thought, I grew restless. Was it true that this would once again prove to be only a way of corruption? Would this be helpful to people who would be running helter-skelter in need of blood? Would this really be given to the depressed who can never afford to buy it from a blood bank? The two minutes I was giving blood seemed to be the best minutes of my life when I decided that I would be doing this every year. But this just lasted for a limited time. I do not know if this would take the form I envisioned but I just wish it turns out be against the people’s thought. There were many of my friends who could not do it, leave aside the other reasons. Many of them dropped just because their parents said a “NO”. I whole-heartedly wish that there comes a day, when people pour out to do something for a good cause, for the welfare of others. It’s true that some things never change!!! Whether it be, the beggars in the local, the songs sung by the little …

It was after a long time that I was travelling by train. Things were the same. To start with there were the similar faces, the same breaking of the rule “Don’t get into the ladies compartment”, even the same beggars! I wondered how some things never changed… I was returning home after a great deal of satisfaction and enthusiasm. The reason- I had donated blood for the very first time!. I felt proud for being a 'Universal Donor'. The camp was conducted keeping in view the approaching International Women’s Day, by the Lion’s Club. I could feel the spirit of being a woman in a practical sense. All my friends had a large number of suggestions and conclusions debited in my mind. Some of them proved to be quite true. However, the feeling of helping someone surpassed my weakness and pains. I reached home very excited after the 40minute journey. My excitement withered away as I heard the arguments put forth by my people, when I told them about my blood donation.