CANCER!

It doesn’t need any introduction; it requires nothing to describe its cruelty. It is dangerous and dirty, enough to make a being scared to live.

Yes, I am talking about Cancer, the malicious disease that no one in his worst of worse nightmares would want to imagine. But many of us are scared, scared that it can happen to any of us, it is running like a fire in the air. We are all aware that it is not a fictional movie, it is real life, and we can no longer ignore our fear. I don’t know about all, but I am scared as hell. According to the statistics an estimated 14.1 million new cancer cases and 8.2 million cancer-related deaths occurred in 2012, compared with 12.7 million and 7.6 million, respectively, in 2008.

It has been few years since I am living with this fear which now seems to be growing day by day. I never intended to scribble down my thoughts as my fear comes along with anxiety, anxiety that stops me from thinking about the possibilities. But I couldn’t defy my urge after hearing and seeing numerous cases and especially after the early age death of one of my neighbors. That day horrified my every single sense I can sense, they were screaming something I didn’t understand. I live on the top floor of my building and I was able to hear them, hear them crying for the man, I felt their pain, their aching hopelessness, and their sign of relief.

Relief?  Yes relief, they always knew what was going to happen, but the hope for optimistic future lets us lead our lives in peace. Maybe I am wrong in believing that, but the least possible amount of relief was there, that he won’t suffer anymore. The piece of him that became curse, will never suffer anymore.  What else was there for them to think, there weren’t any answers to the questions they had in their melting hearts, there wasn’t any alternative except acceptance.

I am all aware of the fact that there are millions of other diseases that make people’s life miserable. But I don’t hear them more than Cancer. We cannot even imagine the hopelessness in those people who are sitting on a chair with the devil’s watch. Nothing kills a man more than waiting, waiting to die, or to live. And, even if they live, they do not breathe the same, they surely become the strongest people on earth since they survived the worst. But the history of terror and pain never gives them what they once had. Their eyes won’t see the same things same way, they won’t see god, love, death, life or anything the same way they used to do. These diseases not only kill the man’s body but, also his ability to live with his own self.

I know I am scared but, aren’t you? But there is nothing we can do, purest of pure man have had it. But we have to live, so we live, life goes on……………………………………

 “God is the culprit, He wronged you

You made him king of the world he doesn’t belongs to

Brokenhearted mother earth, defied to look after

Trembled in pain when she perceived human’s disaster

Her green turned black by wounds and desecration

Vengeance she preaches and it is her imprecation.”