Some realisations...

I hail from an ancestry which has always served the rulers. Right from the time of the Mauryans, the Guptas, the Palas, the Mughals (from the time of whose, I can trace my surname), the Raj and now the Republic, we have been serving in one form or the other. And so I dream small, so that I have less to lose. After coming here I have seen people harbouring big dreams, exerting themselves like ass (donkey, not the typical meaning with which we use the word in BITS) to mark their individuality. I just wanted to be an engineer and nothing else.
Will my small dream get a jolt. With propositions of dropping a whole semester because of Tuberculosis, which I got from don't know where, coming from influential quarters onto me, I am in a big dilemma. Come on, it's just the initial stage. The local doctor here diagnosed it and on my insistence, started the treatment. On somebody's suggestion (name withheld), I went to New Delhi to get a second opinion. There started the problem. I reached New Delhi on Monday night. I got headache from that night. The Delhi doctor changed my medicine (the composition remaining the same) which I took only on Wednesday morning. Yet that headache and head spinning continued and I returned to Pilani. I reached out to the same local doctor here for help in this headache case. But he refused to treat me as I have taken the matter to another doctor. To make matters worse, he lied to the Chief Warden here that I am getting headaches only after taking the Delhi medicines, whereas I clearly told him that I was getting headaches since Monday night and I had taken Delhi medicines for just one day, on Wednesday morning.
I seriously think that a respectful person like him should not have lied in this way. It is like playing with his own reputation. Even the Chief Warden knows that he is lying. What did he get from it, inner satisfaction? Mental calm? Bheje ko shaanti mil gayi aapki? Khopdi ka light off gaya tha jo jhooth bolne chale the?
He might come down and ask me to keep quiet. He will, definitely, if I let my voice go out of control. But then, I am right and he is wrong. If ten more guys like him come onto me, I dare to bet nobody will have the guts to get me bowed down.
What should I blame? Whom should I blame? Myself? What have I done? The doctor who lied? He has just taken the matter to his prestige, although everyone expected a little more humanity from him. The influential person who suggested my parents to get a second opinion due to which all this started? He was just a well-wisher.
I am a mimick. And now, due to this illness, I am facing breathing problems and so might not mimick this time. That's what has made me sad.
Dr. K K Birla passed away. Many people might actually be unhappy with him (or his father) for choosing a place Pilani which is accessible only by road (whose health is almost always in shambles). But I am indebted to him to make it possible to realise my small dream and so deeply regret his death.
Kosi river became mad. Lakhs of people got affected, nobody is sure of how many people died. Indeed a sorrow, what has it made of the once thriving region.
Blasts everywhere. Jaipur, Ahmedabad, Bangalore, Surat to name a few. We just don't know on which bomb our name is written.

Death and chaos is all around... Should I give even a little importance to my ailment?