I was a
big-time blood donor. My hostel phone number was in the hospital register and I
could be contacted once in 3 months for blood. My blood group was O+ve and I
understand that they needed it regularly.
One
night at about 9 pm we get this call for blood and 2-3 of us are ready to go.
We hostellers
would hire cycles to go for 2nd show movies. It normally costs 1 INR an hour to
hire these cycles but for the second show, it costs 2 INR total-we return the
bike in the morning. I found one such guy and took a ride to the hospital. I
had to drive doubles. His main problem was whether he will get a ticket for the
Balakrishna movie or not.
At the
hospital, I realized that the urgency for blood was for a full-term pregnant
woman. I gave the blood, ate my mandatory 3 glucose biscuits, and drank a glass
of glucose water.
As I was
about to leave, this elderly woman comes and thanks me profusely. And asks my
name. She is the mother of the pregnant woman and promises to name the
to-be-born child after me – if it’s a boy.
So if
you see another Hemant in the Andhra-Telangana belt, it may be the boy with my
blood in his veins.
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