ICU vs Five star hotel

During a casual chat with friends one of my doctor friend said ICU is more cheaper than a five star hotel with more facilities but people say doctor has looted them instead of being happy.

 Lets see the points he has raised.

  In 5 star hotel check out is 12 noon matter when u checked in, but in ICU it's not the case. But Doctor in ICU check in and check out both are in your hands.

  In 5 star hotel LED & AC and a servant on call but in ICU 3 LCD equal monitors, AC, ventilator, service of a doctor, nursing staff, other life saving equipment which not at all met by five star hotel. So ICU has much expensive facilities. Though ICU charges are around 3,000- 6,000 bucks where as 5 star hotel charges are 10,000-15,000 bucks.

  Dear Doctor 5 Star hotel is a luxury while ICU is necessity. One can live without hotel but not without ICU. Only people who can afford a five star hotel visit that,but one don't have a choice with ICU. 3000- 6000 bucks not a easy thing to one with meager income.

ICU has Value, while Five star hotel has Cost.

So please Doctors sensitize your material interests.


( I could have said this directly on his face but I don't want to annoy him in front of all, because I respect Doctors.)

Luck: Where Are You??

  
Luck is the only difference between Success and Failure. If you ask me now is it true do u believe it??  yes it is true, there is some invisible thing beyond the logic. You cant be logical all the time. Of course I believe in hard work but luck has also to come along with it.


All sleepless nights, lonely days, sacrifices, adjustments everything gone in vain without You. I believe on me and also on you, Please come for me......

I AM RESTLESS

 I AM restless. I am a thirst for far-away things.

My soul goes out in a longing to touch the skirt of the dim distance. 

 

O Great Beyond, O the keen call of thy flute! 

 

I forget, I ever forget, that I have no wings to fly, that I am bound in this spot evermore.

 

 

I am eager and wakeful, I am a stranger in a strange land. 

 

Thy breath comes to me whispering an impossible hope. 

 

Thy tongue is known to my heart as its very own. 

 

O Far-to-seek, O the keen call of thy flute! 

 

I forget, I ever forget, that I know not the way, that I have not the winged horse.

 

 

I am listless, I am a wanderer in my heart. 

 

In the sunny haze of the languid hours, what vast vision of thine takes shape in the blue of the sky! 

 

O Farthest end, O the keen call of thy flute! 

 

I forget, I ever forget, that the gates are shut everywhere in the house where I dwell alone!