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An old man on pavement

 
My Chief Sub-Editor told me to take a picture of an old man left on the pavement outside Mysore City Bus Stand. No one has bothered to take him to hospital or the District Rehabilitation Centre even after a fortnight. I called up the Rehab Centre who said they are not allowed to take beggars or old men anymore. We are even trying to inform the Police. But is he invisible to the authorities? Here is a picture of the ailing man who may die due to vagaries of nature and neglect. Hope somebody does something soon.

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  1. Dr.Shrinidhi L KMarch 31, 2011 at 7:09 PM

    Mam really i appreciate your attitude which normally is missing in our young generation. Hope every citizen realizes that saving ones life is not a duty restricted to doctors, everybody should join hands. Normally what we see is whenever a road accident occurs everybody gathers at the spot and nobody will be ready to even touch the person. But i am impressed with the fact that at least some youngsters are trying to become responsible citizens. Hope this mindset spreads as an infection.

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  2. Snippet ThoughtsApril 1, 2011 at 8:26 PM

    Thank u. He is now in hospital.

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