Stay in a hospital

When one of your close relative is in a hospital and your mind is busy doing the mathematics of billing and admission department of your finances, you get calls from a number of relatives – his side and her side, jostling to pay a visit, out of love, care, consideration and of course social pressure.
To be the first among the rest to destroy the rest of the patient and of the people in his close vicinity.
Hospital is more like a five star. All facilities. All smiles. All ears with a tear in your pocket.
You wonder that it’s not a state run hospital. It’s a highly super specialty hospital, where you’re not allowed to carry anything except yourself.
Everything in your bag is sniffed off the moment you step inside. There are more security personnel here than on the international airport.
You can’t carry even a small biscuit packet which makes you wonder if all this checking is to keep the economy of this hospital in check.
All these relatives are hell bound on who from which side brings the biggest bouquet or biggest basket of fruits, even if it lands in the trash bin or clock room of the reception.
They fail to understand how a hospital can ban them from carrying flowers or fruits to a patient, when he needs these things the most, to recover, and off course his and her side of relatives’ good wishes.

Dame the hospital and damn its’ administration!
Somehow, arguing continuously they succeed in gaining entry to the patient’s ward also and it’s a victory half won.
Here, a new battle starts with the security personnel and care giver staff of the ward. 
Why so many visitors at a time?

Why?

Our patient is happy to see us and everyone knows happiness is key to good health.

Dame the doctor and damn his poor prescription!
Throughout the last night, the lady patient on the other side of the curtain keeps snoring so loud that it gives you shivers on the dark, cloudy winter night.
Throughout the day, visitor time or no visitor time, your neighbors on the other side of the curtain get a whole lot of relatives to talk, shout, party, cry and what not…

It doesn’t seem like a hospital. It seems like a picnic spot, oblivious to other patients’ ordeals.
Cheers for the good health of patient and damn the surrounding crying souls!