A doctor’s short diary

The number of casualties received on the first day after the killing of Burhan Wani is the highest since the armed insurgency broke out in the Valley. I have entered this medical college-hospital complex in 1991. I haven’t seen anything like this.

The sight of the injured, and the dead, lying unattended on beds and the floor, either because their kin had no idea of what befell them or because the friends and people who brought them here had left for fear of the omnipresent policemen and CID personnel. The sight would crush even a soul made of steel.

You ask why they attacked ambulances. An ambulance was the only source of news from the places where THEY created mayhem. That is why. People told me that they would bring down the attendants of the bullet-hit people and take them to nearest camps or police stations.

A colleague told me that he conducted eye surgeries on about two dozen youngsters. None of them will retain eyesight even if they manage to access some of the most advanced institutions. He said that families of many of these youngsters will sell their only possessions, the land, to take them outside the state for treatment. He said he wanted to tell these families ‘don’t waste your money, there is no hope’ but couldn’t come to saying it. In fact, he wanted them to do it if only to indulge their bruised minds and hearts in something that carries hope.