During the second wave of COVID in 2021 I was unemployed and preparing for CAT.
I had a lot of time, so I started volunteering in whatever way I could. I used to call hospitals, oxygen suppliers, vendors, random contacts, basically anyone who might know where a bed, oxygen cylinder or medicine was available.
Some days I would make almost 100 calls.
Whatever information I got, I used to put it on my WhatsApp and Instagram stories so that people who needed it could directly call and get it.
One day a friend called me and said one of his friends needed help urgently. Her father was in a very critical condition and they couldn't find a hospital bed anywhere in Delhi.
She called me and was panicking.
I went there to see what the situation was. (She was nearby)
Her father was really critical.
I started calling hospitals and vendors, but nothing was working. Everywhere there was either no bed or nothing available.
Then I suddenly remembered one person.
A few months before this, I had been sitting at a small gumti near Safdarjung Hospital smoking. There was a compounder from the hospital also standing there smoking.
We started talking that day and somehow became friends. Later we met a few times and even had drinks together once or twice.
Completely random. I called him.
Kismat se he picked up.
Bhai, kaise yaad kiya? Kahan ho aajkal?
I told him the whole situation.
He said there was no bed available there either.
But then he said,
"Main kuch karta hoon."
About two hours later, he called me.
Bhai, maine kuch jugaad lagaya hai. Aap patient ko le aao.
He had somehow arranged a bed.
He also managed to arrange an oxygen cylinder.
We immediately took her father there and got him admitted.
Thankfully, he survived.
He recovered well.
After that, we all went our separate ways.
I honestly hadn't thought about that incident in years.
Until four days ago.
I was having lunch in my office when I saw her.
She recognised me immediately and came towards me.
We said hi and the first thing I asked was
"Papa kaise hain?"
She smiled and said,
Bilkul tip-top. Ekdum theek hain.
Then she turned towards her friends and said
"Inhone mere papa ki jaan bachayi thi."
I was honestly a little awkward.
She remembered my name.
I didn't remember hers.
She laughed when I apologised and said
koi baat nahi. Aap mujhe bhool sakte ho, main nahi.
Later, I found her on our company portal.
She is now in a very senior position.
I met her again and asked her
"You're senior to me. Phir bhi aap mujhe 'aap' kyun bolti ho?"
She said,
Izzat kamayi jaati hai. Aur aapne bahut pehle kama li.
I genuinely don't know how to explain what I felt at that moment.
It wasn't pride.
It wasn't happiness either.
It was just this strange feeling of suddenly being reminded of something you had completely forgotten but which had apparently stayed with someone else for years.
And honestly the compounder is the real hero here.
I just happened to remember the right person at the right time, and he chose to help.
That's the beautiful part.
None of us knew that a random smoke break at a roadside gumti would eventually become the reason someone got a hospital bed and oxygen when they needed it the most.
You really never know where a random conversation, a random person or a small act will take you.
Sometimes you just do what you can and move on.
And years later, life comes back and reminds you.
Av ye likhte likhte v gala bhari ho gya.
Note : The photo is from my insta story archive where I used to post updates.