The Death of Professor
“They want me dead,” the professor looked resigned. He lost weight and looked totally different with over grown grey beard on his dark skin, looked like a different person. Just few years ago, he was a jolly good and easy going person retired from teaching at a prestigious university known for academic excellence.
“Who?” Juggernaut looked perplexed.
“Yes, yes and Yes.
“I cannot believe that your family wants you dead and for what?”
“Well, they don’t want to spend any money on me, not a cent towards my medical bills; you know how expensive is to go to a doctor and paying for medicines and if necessary getting a surgery and all this costs lots of money.”
“Don’t you have a good pension and on top of it I am sure you saved enough working for so long and how about medical insurance?”
“I don’t have a medical coverage after retirement, yes I do get a decent monthly pension and have good bank balance from years of work,” the professor looked dejected.
“Since you retired 8 years ago you were working in a college financially supported by a rich Hindu Ashram known for giving free medical care for its staff?”
“Yes, I have been teaching graduate students for free at the ashram college living free in a dorm room. Baba, the head of the ashram decides who gets free surgery and he knows that I have a bad heart and needs surgery. I am on the list as far I know but I never got a call yet.”
“May be the Baba thinks you were rich and don’t need a free medical care.”
“The Baba knows my background, on rare occasions he stopped by me and smiled.”
“Every day hundreds of thousands of devotees wait for hours to get just a glimpse of him. I was working for over 8 years, one day I was lucky enough to receive Baba’s blessing; he touched my chest gently and smiled.”
“What that means?”
“That means Baba knows that I have a bad heart and he will take care of it,” the professor looked lost.
Juggernaut felt very bad for the professor he admires so much for his kindness and fellowship. The professor looks so different from decades ago when he returned from America after spending few years as a visiting professor at an Ivy League University. On returning home, he has everything; an illustrious career, a nice home and family. After retiring, his life went downhill. He moved to the richest Hindu ashram in the state known for providing free education at its college and free medical care at its clinic. Baba, the head of the ashram was known for performing miracles on his devotees to cure their medical problems. Few deserving devotees receive surgeries free of cost conducted by top class surgeon some visiting from America and Britain. The professor waited for years at the ashram teaching students and hoping one day he will be selected by the Baba to receive free surgery but that never happened. It was puzzling why the professor was not selected for a free surgery though he was a true devotee of Baba and teaching for over 8 years for free living in a dorm room.
When his heart problem became serious, the professor eventually returned home from the Ashram hoping to get medical treatment only to be ignored at home. The professor passed away in his sleep after experiencing severe chest pains. The professor did not check himself into a hospital in time to remediate his heart problem. The professor placed too much faith in Baba, a vain attempt like trying to draw water from a dry well and he died needlessly. “But how this could happen to a highly educated smart person?” wondered Juggernaut looking at an old black and white photo of the professor in graduation robe when he was young holding post graduate diploma.