A Day To Remember

Hi Guys and Girls this a friend of the original blogger. I'm here to 

share an amazing experience with you. This post is a part of dairy 

unedited.

20th September 

It was just a normal day. It was at about 5 in the morning, when my phone rang, 'Pappa' was flashing on my mobile screen, I needed to go to catch the bus to Kalupur Station which departs from Gandhinagar at 6, that was what for the call was. I simply disconnected the phone to tell my parents that I'm awake now. Next what I did was usual, I slept for 5 min after which I had to continue with my morning routine. Can you guess my sweet diary what happened ? I woke up  next at 6:15 a.m. I was too late for me to be able to reach college on time.

(Actually that bus takes me to the railway station in Ahmedabad where I board an Express Train to Nadiad. This chain is very crucial, even a five to ten min delay could lead to, actually nothing just missing the first lecture or even the second one. I have even boarded a moving train, once I ran like anything just on the platform and finally made to the Guard's coach)

Back to the Tuesday morning, when I woke up many thoughts went through my mind calculating different factors, picking up various possibilities. Firstly, What time is it ?What time the bus leaves ? When is the 

second bus ? What time will I reach the station ? which is the first lecture ? Is it worth attending ? What if I miss the train ? What if I don't get the bus ? These could be the questions would have hovered over in my 

mind if it would have been a Monday morning, but fortunately it was Tuesday. I recalled my time-table and relaxed as the first lecture wasn't that important. So keeping my cool got ready till 6:45 and then straight away to the Bus stand for a direct bus to Nadiad. Skipping the regular routine now I directly jump to the important part of my day. It was at 11 a.m. we were free from the lectures and had complete 

3 hour break so were loitering around in the college.  Then we saw something going on at the Center Foyer, later we came to know that Red Cross Foundation was there for a Blood Donation Camp. It was just what happens every year or semester don't exactly remember, but this time something happened which I would never forget. A friend of mine just asked me 'Karna Hai Donate' , I replied casually, 'Yeh Bhi Kar Lete Hai' . I thought it was just for fun but after half an hour we both were quite serious about donating blood. There were some who encouraged and some who discouraged. It 

didn't really matter who told us what, it was important what we did. 

There were two long queues near the Camp area, one for getting the bag for collection of blood and the second one for measurement of weight and blood pressure. It was a myth that I would get rejected due to either underweight or low blood pressure but none of this happened.I waited for about one and a half hour in the queue to get the blood collection bag and an approval of Doctor rather medical student. Then went inside to get into another queue, it wasn't a long one, just me waiting for the guy on the bed to get up who was donating blood.

Yeah forgot to describe the setup. The camp was organised by the Social Service Club of my college, so there were members of the club helping the medical staff with regular procedure of blood donation. They were mostly helping out the donors. They were doing a fantastic job they had kept some beds where they did all the blood extraction process. The club members were keeping a track of every single activity of the person who came there to donate blood.

First, they would give you a bottle of glucose, then the doctor comes, looks for the vein to pierce the needle, you spend about 15 min lying on the bed, the blood is collected in the bag which you were carrying. And every two to three min someone or other comes to you and ask you 'how is it feeling, are you feeling dizzy, chakkar aaye che' and they act accordingly.

There were some other volunteers only to take care of those who collapsed after donating blood, actually you don't collapse then and there as you get up from the bed. Let me tell you what happened to me. While I was lying on the bed with a needle inside my vein from which blood was going into the sterilized bag, I was thinking of the moment when I was in a dilemma whether to go for donating blood or not, and now I was doing the same.

I need to go to college so would continue from here next time.