Janakalyan Raktapedhi had organized a blood donation camp in our office campus.
Quite a few of us enthusiastically reported at the venue.
“Learn to be positive.”
“I don’t need to, coz I’m already A+ve!”
Wow! What had I said? Thought of these lines, without any context but so very apt, when I wrote my blood group- “A+ve” – on the donor’s card.
It is an amazing feeling to know that your blood might save someone’s life.
I will love to do it again and again.
13th Feb – It was a day before Valentine’s. Wow! What a lovely way to show my love towards humanity!
Scene change-
We all know about the news that hit the headlines on the front pages this year on Valentine’s Day.
Point to be noted – out of five of us from my group who volunteered in the blood donation camp, 1 was South Indian & 3 were North Indians & I was the only Maharashtrian!
Why didn’t they think that their blood might be given to a “Marathi manus” whose brethren were behind the lives of some of their very own people?
I wanted to go on the top of a mountain and shout & let the world know that –“Hey look, this is not how a true Marathi would think & act like.”
Maharashtra is known to be a land of saints, who preached “he vishwachi maze ghara” meaning the “whole universe is my home” and derisively today the “sons” of this land are refusing to welcome their own countrymen? Are we all not one family, children of one mother?
It was a day to remember, for it made me happy & sad at the same time.
I realized, just because hatred exists, love rules:-)
Flash back-
My baba was a regular donor (only till recently when he was diagnosed with diabetes) and I always wanted to participate too right from my college days. I had even made few unsuccessful attempts to get into the camp only to be deemed & dumped as “underweight”.
Though I’ve got the inspiration to donate blood from my dad, I’ve got my blood group from my mom!
Hey donating blood is in my blood…
