To,Sharmila..and net addiction....

[Guest guest]

U..do...at the present moment,take the slot,for the most addictive fan..of

MGIMS..group,judging..by..ur sincere efforts..at..penning an email..at

3am..after a busy..stint in the O-R..

May ur tribe increase.,Sharmila...

Bye.

Shyam(84)

...Oops..I forgot to mention,I am at the Riyadh's King Khalid International

Airport..ready..to fly..to..Mumbai-Sewagram...and with somefree time..at

hand,nothing better..than writing..a few lines..out here..

So,I think..I finish..a close..second..to Sharmila..,this week..

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Re: Goodbye?

Dear Kishor:

Teary and numb, I recall WH Auden's famous poem, " Miss Gee " that runs

into 25 stranzas. WH Auden wrote this poem in 1937. I have retained

the middle part of the poem but have omitted the opening and the

closing parts, for I have no courage to share them with friends. Yes,

cancer evokes pain, tragedy and misery and we, the ordinary mortals,

find it hard to cope with these emotions.

" Let me tell you a little story

About Miss Edith Gee;

She lived in Clevedon Terrace

At Number 83.

She bicycled down to the doctor,

And rang the surgery bell;

`O, doctor, I've a pain inside me,

And I don't feel very well.'

Doctor looked her over,

And then he looked some more;

Walked over to his wash-basin,

Said: `Why didn't you come before?'

Doctor sat over his dinner,

Though his wife was waiting to ring,

Rolling his bread into pellets;

Said, `Cancer's a funny thing.

`Nobody knows what the cause is,

Though some pretend they do;

It's like some hidden assassin

Waiting to strike at you.

`Childless women get it,

And men when they retire;

It's as if there had to be some outlet

For their foiled creative fire.'

SP