Recently I had to visit a hospital in one of the rural cities. It has always been a pleasure to return to a simpler and healthier life of villages. This time around though, there was an undertone of worry because of the hospital visit. My uncle who was a patient there, was hooked up to a slew of medical machines continuously monitoring his vitals. It is difficult to describe in words what I felt when I saw one of the toughest and fiercest person I know hooked up to all those wires, unable to utter a few sentences. In the afternoon it was time for him to take his juice. The bed in the ICU was an automated one which will tilt the upper half so that the patient is in the sitting position. The sister there pressed the button to activate the mechanism but after two three presses we realized that there was no electricity and hence we couldn't get the patient in sitting position. Since my uncle is a well built village man, two of us had to support him to make him sit on the bed. I was