(The sad news of Aruna Shabaugh’s death headlined newspapers across India this morning. She was a nurse at King Edward Memorial Hospital, Parel, Mumbai. She went into a vegetating coma after a ward-boy sexually assaulted her in 1973 and remained in that state at the same hospital for the last forty-two years under the care of her colleagues/staff. The hospital was just across the street from Haffkine Institute where I was working at the time of the incident. Although I am happy her ordeal has ended, the news of her passing away broke me down. A tsunami of empathy engulfs me and I wish the whole nation is washed by it.)
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It is a sad story regarding tribute to Aruna presented in most heart touching way. This poem should be the poem of the day.Thanks for sharing.
It is sad- very, very sad the way Aruna had lived and died. As you have very rightly said the nation's psyche has to be awaken and the human psyche too. The poem is indeed very touching.
morn emotionally to speak Our ways might have crossed on the roads Without our knowledge, we were strangers As she then hadn’t the tragic identity Which calamity imposed on her with horrendous cruelty
Forty two years of living without life is symbolic of standing against injustice and human brutality. You brought out the tragedy in detail. Hope those living will learn from all this.
A narration that is the need of the hour to enlighten Indians who pass their life in lustful moments on the pretext of some cultures
I hope this gets put as poem of the day! People need to read this. Thank you Madathil
Immense thanks Mr. Kurt for your kind words. I still have a long way to go before my writings can hit the home page! Thanks to Uma-ji and Geetha-ji too for their thoughtful appreciation of the poem.
Sir a very touching tribute to Aruna ji. May her soul rest in peace at least now. It is only on hearing such gruesome stories we humans sometimes call out helplessly- Oh Karma, here is a list of those you have missed out...Thanks for the tribute to one among the Eve's race sir.
A Lovely tribute to Aruna Shanbaugh. A tragic end of one's life in Vegetative state, unknowing of whats happening around. Beautiful presentation. Loved reading it. I also wrote a poem on her, yet to post it.
A heart rendering story put into words, a very difficult subject to handle tactfully, which you have done.