Mihir Raj - Plz..Kiss me or Kill me

Plz..

Kiss me or Kill me

Plz..

Kiss me or Kill me

Mihir Raj

Sristhi
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First published by Srishti Publishers & Distributors in 2011
Copyright Mihir Raj, 2011

Typeset in AGaramond 11pt. by Suresh Kumar Sharma at Srishti

Printed and bound in India

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This book is dedicated to my Late Sister Mona Di, who is immortal in my heart and my fiance Mansi, without her tremendous support and care, this book could never be imagined. She is also the first reader of my drafts and a wonderful person who always kept standing by my side in my bad days.

Prologue

It was probably the worst day of my life. Shivani was lying in ICU in a coma and now Rahul too had got admitted to the hospital. He was among those badly injured in the Sarojini Nagar bomb blast which had completely shaken Delhi.

We, the final year students of medicine, were given duty in our hospital to not only attend to the casualties but also learn how to deal with medical emergencies. I was already half out of my mind due to Shivani as she was on life support. How could Robin and I bear to see our sister in such a grim condition? Our eyes were red shot and dry. Dry because we hadnt had proper sleep for consecutive nights and secondly because our lacrimal glands which secretes tear had temporarily stopped functioning.

I was totally startled to see Rahuls parents in such a pathetic condition standing at the hospital gate. Robin and I had rushed to them fearing the worst.

Aunty, what happened?

Raj.. Somebody called us on your uncles mobile and informed that Rahul has been severely injured in the Sarojini Nagar bomb blast and is being brought here.

Whaat? Rahul he did not tell us that he was going Sarojini Nagar, Robin said. Aunty we had lunch together today and when he was leaving he didnt say he was going to Sarojini Nagar, I said

It is your good luck that he didnt tell you, at least you people are safe, my sons aunty said between sobs.

Soon many ambulances started to arrive. The injured persons were being taken to the hospital wards. Seeing Rahuls unconscious body being placed on a stretcher we just lost our senses. His parents ran towards the stretcher but we stood rooted to the spot unable to believe that it was Rahul with whom we had lunch just four hours back, being carried on a stretcher. Shivanis Rahul .who too was struggling between life and death since the last two days. Suddenly we started running alongside his stretcher and rushed him to the emergency ward.

Medical profession is not an easy one as you come across suffering and pain everyday till it becomes part of your life. But now we were not just medicos but a friend and a brother. Robin and I were being governed by the same feeling. After a few hours when the doctor said Rahul was responding to treatment Robin soothed Rahuls parents to calm down. We requested them to go back home and take rest as we were there to take care of Rahul. But aunty refused to leave Rahuls side. Somehow Robin arranged a sofa for her in Rahuls ward. Utterly exhausted Robin and I sat down in a sofa in the main hall. Really , the whole thing was something which I had never imagined in my wildest dream. that two love birds would one day be struggling for life at the same time in the same hospital with some same common faces!!

Love is a wonderful feeling as it gives you many beautiful moments worth living but the path through which it moves is not easy. Many past memories started flashing in my mind and started tormenting me. I suddenly went down memory where I saw myself, Robin, Rahul, Shivani, Charulata, Ankita Madam and our days in medical college DIMS. My memory started craving all those beautiful moments of Love and its magic but sometimes its result is really not within our reach. We love without bothering about the misery later. Lastly I concluded, If you are in love, you need medicine

Acknowledgement

This is a fiction and my book but it will be a little injustice if I call it just my book and not my dream. This dream came true when I was supported by some divine forces and people around me so generous and wonderful. Its my pleasure to thank:

• Almighty, the divine God, who always blessed me with positive energy and inspiration and a power of self motivation.
• My parents; My father Sri Saket Bihari Shukla and my Mom Smt. Aasha Shukla who not only supported me in every sense and nurtured me but tolerated me, as tolerating such an erratic son is sometimes impossible.
• I would like to thank my darling younger brother Sameer, who is just Lakshman to me; however I could never be Ram.
• My Grandparents Sri R.S Thakur and Smt Lalita Thakur. I am blessed enough to have such a grandparents.
• My Grandparents Sri Shivratna Shukla and Smt Rajkumari Shukla for those wonderful stories that they narrated me in my childhood which somewhere made me a writer.
• My maternal uncle Sri S Kumar, who is one of the great persons, who inspired me a lot.
• Darpi, my domestic helper, but more than a relative to me and my Guru Dhruvdev Lal; both of them are now no more but still alive in my heart.
• My editor Mrs. Gitanjali Chatterjee, who worked really hard and made this book readable.
• Entire team of Srishti Publishers, who supported me from the very first meeting. It is really what I call a destiny.
• My teachers, relatives and friends who showed their great faith on me.
• Mohit Bhaia, my ex roommate who provided me such a calm environment in room to pen down my imaginations in sentences.

My laptop for working nonstop whenever I was driven crazy by black coffee to write this book.

Last but not the least I would like to thank you for holding this book in your hands without your support and love I cant achieve the status of a well known writer.

Beginning: A Reality

D IMS Delhi Institute of Medical Science. A dream place for many medical aspirants. Its a bitter truth that80 per cent of Indian students want to be a doctor or engineer as if there is no other option. In fact its not their fault. Most parents and relatives judge a kids intelligence on the basis of what he wants to become in future. If the child says a doctor or an engineer, he is labeled as very intelligent. Children are in fact forced to give such answers lest they are thought less intelligent than the child next door. If at age of seven or eight children are victims of inferiority complex, you can imagine how bright their future will be?

When I was very young my father who was also my first ever teacher, told me, Dear son, there is only two things which you can be in future either a doctor or an IAS

I saw a great expectation in my fathers eye for me. My father was unlike other fathers. He at least gave me two choices and also time to time tried his level best to make me understand what a doctor and IAS is? By sheer virtue of his attempts I was convinced and doctors in white apron with a stethoscope around their neck started appealing to me greatly.