COVID-19 : The scariest shit!
Hey Guys! I am back with yet another blog, this time it's something on the prevailing pandemic.
The thoughts I am gonna depict below, these might surely have come across your mind too.
Imagine the situation.
You are a working professional. Shri. Narendra Modi ji, our honourable PM utters "mere pyaare deshwasiyon" at 8 pm and all of a sudden, you are stuck at your workplace due to an unexpected Nationwide lockdown.
You have no choice but to stay back. You are somewhat okay with it. You have friends, food, money, shelter and of course, internet.
It's just for the time being. This shall too pass, you think
Wrong.
Next few days, the news of virus spreading exponentially makes round. In no time, your city slips into a red zone.
Done with the rising count, you longer want to keep a tab on what’s happening around. But, your parents have no other choice.
They call you everyday.
Checking, if you are okay, really okay. You sense the panic in their voice. You assure them that everything w̶i̶l̶l̶ ̶b̶e̶ is fine. And you can still manage.
However, they aren't convinced.
They want you back home. No matter what.
After many days, the lockdown is relaxed a bit.
Sensing the opportunity, most of your peers pack their bags. Heck, it seems half of India wants to go home at this point.
You are still in a fix. To go or not to.
Staying means living in uncertainty, which, by now, has engulfed the city you live in. You have zero idea how long this will go on.
Going back home means making your loved ones unsafe, especially their immune system getting compromised, vulnerable. Good news is that, they are, so far, safe and secured.
It’s decided.
You don't wish to be a carrier. You decide to stay back at your workplace. You tell your parents about it. ‘Don’t be stupid,’ they say.
They seek all the permissions in a haste. They arrange the transport somehow.
You just need to get yourself tested.
Not really.
A thermal scan. A certificate of ‘No viral or influenza like symptoms’ from a local practitioner. And, you get a green signal from local authorities.
After months, you are back home.
Self–quarantine begins.
First two days and nothing major happens. However, you know you can't let the guard down. Not yet.
Third day into quarantine, you feel slight body ache. Could just be a ‘travel fatigue’, you feel. Want to feel.
Believe, infact.
Overnight, you develop chills, headaches and low grade fever. The following day, you see your mother coughing uncontrollably.
This isn’t happening.
At that very moment, you realise it could be COVID–19. Shit scared, you ask her to quarantine herself immediately.
This time you want a test.
A real test.
Not that idiotic thermal scanning.
You go and see a doctor. The doctor takes a deep swab of the nostrils. It makes your and her eyes watery with immense discomfort.
Test reports are awaited.
‘What have I done to my mother?’ your heart bleeds in pain. ‘I could have just stayed back,’ your mind screams.
After countless times of cursing yourself and less than 48 hours later, the doctor calls. Your heart skips a beat.
‘Negative! Negative!’ your father screams in joy. You smile and weep at the same time. You try to say something, nothing comes out.
But you still can't help but ask–
What if the results were otherwise?
What if it hadn’t ended so well?
The scariest part about the disease, you ask.
In my view, it isn’t its contagious nature. The mortality rate or the infections it afflicts.
It is the ‘Survivor’s Guilt’.
"It’s a psychological condition that occurs when a person believes they have done something wrong by surviving a traumatic event when others did not"
“I killed my Mother.”
“I could have saved my friend.”
The guilt haunts you for lifetime.
That's more than just scary.
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