The Writers' Circle

Geriatric ward gives one a complete full-fledged insight into various family sagas. For people it might be just a ward that takes care of old people; who are completely orthodox and unaware of present day developments in technological and social strata. However, for me it was not only a beautiful experience but I became a part of their families as well. It was just experiencing lives of few people who were struggling to make new bonds and relationships with their second innings of life.
George, that is what he told me to call him, was troubled with a completely fractured life. His son had left him over there for past three years, though the hospital payments were made on time but George's eyes always searched for his son. "I hope he'll take me back home. I want to see my grandchild..." Still he was happy somewhere that his son had left him over there. "I am though very much happy over here, living my second innings, rather than staying with such a family which doesn't need me anymore. I am really lucky, I have settled here for good with so many of us living the same life but a satisfactory one."
Who said only we are aware of the new technological developments? Well, then to make to clear I must say Ryan is much more updated than we are. He was a researcher in national university and was staying in ward for over a month. His son had kept him over there coz he was on a roaming business. "The newly developed Bluetooth device is surely going to make people look even freakier. The Robocop look would fade away but public wont be able to see the device in your ears...," he says, the sparkling knowledge never makes him look older. "They can't steal my knowledge at least. Even you my child will get dragged into this corrupt world whose environment is getting more and more unhealthier and greedy and that you'll stop coming here." He changes his mood suddenly and asks me to play cards with him.

However, now I was happy that these people chose to live their second innings of life. Geriatric Ward - Do not mistake your limited thinking level to visualize old and sulking orthodox people just gossiping over there. Richard Hospitals geriatric ward is like a spring season in midst of sorrowful autumn environment spread in the hospital. Second Innings of life can be so interesting I had never thought so. Geriatric ward was like experiencing the first rains; the new drops of thoughts poured into my mind and gave me new refreshing thoughts about our grandparents, making me realize that happiness can really change the world and is the need of the world.