Answer me, God!

One incident took away almost everything from my world. Aayush, my younger son was only 4 months old then; I could have never heard the word “mamma” from him  neither would I knew how well my elder son, Aryan could sing or how handsome he looks in his all white cricketing attire. It all happened little more than a year back but it is still so vivid in my mind as if it happened just a week before. I am writing this on the eve of my birthday, thanks to the saviour for he gave me an opportunity to celebrate my birthday this year with my family.

We met with a  road accident when we were coming back from Pondicherry to Chennai after spending a superb holiday. Our red car, as Aryan recalls, “Papa’s red car fell and broke into pieces so papa bought a big black car.” Our car was rammed by a xylo from behind and the world became darkness to me.

When I was back to my senses, a month had passed and I was still in the hospital with a severe head injury. The worst thing that happened during this accident was that I suffered from retrograde amnesia and lost my last one-year memory. Due to that, I even forgot my younger son, since he was only 4 months then. Still, I keep on urging everyone individually, not to disclose this to him when he grows up. He will be very hurt when he will know his mother did not remember him. Many more things happened in that one-month period when I was in the hospital, but I was simply clueless.

Finally, one day I was released from the hospital, still on a prescription to continue my high dose medicines for an indefinite time. One day I was just lying in my bed, and found my aunt’s digital camera. She came down from Kolkata during those wretched days to help us. I took the camera and started browsing the pics in it. I saw the first pic, and then the second and then as I pressed the next button, the third pic came up. I stared at the picture blankly. It was Aayush’s pic, with one of his leg wrapped with a white plaster. I immediately ran to my hubby to enquire further. He didn’t hide a bit and told me Aayush fractured his leg during the accident. If that was not all, the fracture got detected after a couple of days when the leg started to swell. Poor Aayush underwent a massive pain for those two days.  In addition, my elder son, Aryan who was only 3 and half years then, broke his left collarbone and was in trauma since he was the only one who saw the whole thing. I became numb and only my tears, which do not follow any rules, continued to roll down my cheek. He also said that every night both the kids kept on crying. The younger one tried to pronounce “mamma” and kept on crying and the elder one, kept on asking everyone when his mother will come back to him.

For better care, my hubby sent me to my mothers place to Kolkata after a few days post my return from the hospital. During that stay, I would ask my mother about all that happened when I was not in my senses. She would always start her narration with Anirban, my hubby, how he took care of me. He was badly injured too in the accident, 21 stitches in his head and with a broken shoulder, still he spent all the nights in the hospital sitting next to me. His routine was somewhat like this; he joined his office few days after the accident – he would go to his office in the morning, return by 5 pm, then feed and make Aryan sleep (He was not allowing anyone to feed him and making him sleep).  After Aryan slept, hubby would have his dinner and go to the hospital with my dinner. He would feed me and then used to sit the whole night awake next to my bed and the next day morning again the routine continued…. I always love my hubby a lot but after hearing all this from my mother, that love increased manifolds and the respect I had for him increased too. He too was badly injured and required proper rest after the accident, but due to his commitments then he did not get any rest and now he is suffering from the side effects. 6 months after the accident, he started getting tremendous back pain, for which he still have sleepless nights. After a check up from the doctor, we came to know during the accident, he badly hurt his back, if he would have taken proper rest then after the accident, now he would not suffer from the side affects. I am very lucky to have him as my best half; he showed me what life is and where happiness lies.

I had no clue what my parents went through as i am their only daughter. Few months back when I was visiting  my aunt, the topic reappeared. She disclosed that my mother kept fasting because I could not eat properly when I was in the hospital. She used to tell, “I will leave my fasting only when my daughter starts eating normal diet.” ‘Hat’s off to you maa, you have shown me what mothers are for and thanks baba for your support.I know you too went through a lot of pain !”

A year flew by but the stigma of the incidence is still crystal-clear in my mind. Very frequently, I get the memories flushing my mind and I always ask with moist eyes – ‘why it was me and my family, who had to experience such a horrible fate.’ This is the only question that I have for Him, the power known as God!

Astrological orthopedic shock therapy !!!!

In my horoscope, as my friend’s astrologist father once said, there are hints about my bone system being weak.I should have pumped in a lot of calcium, now if milk in the tea accounts for calcium intake then I’m not being wholly irresponsible. It all began with a single laugh.Yes,once I was with my friends and upon laughing at a slapstick comedy I realized something was wrong with my jaw. Momentous freezing of jawline,went unnoticed for some time. Then it hit me, I’m gonna end up with a laughing/smirking expression forever if I’m not gonna loosen my jaw.Upon a friend’s suggestion I went to consult an orthopedic,who also happens to be the cutest doctor in town.

Doc ( as I’ll refer him) took my X-rays and told me at the end with the universal sympathetic expression of all doctors (from Bollywood to Hollywood)upon giving their fine verdict based on their medical wisdom, sighed about my ‘stuck’ jaw bone. He advised surgery where giant metal caps will be fixed around my head like a helmet that would prevent my jaw from dropping. If not nothing, it was his verdict that made my jaw drop. That’s when I realized a person can go invisible at will ! I disappeared from the face of medical existence. My jaw became ok after a if a shock therapy of myself lying jaw-dropped inside metal helmets faced down by cute doctors was all it took (it sounded more pathetic than lying open mouthed in front of a cute dentist..although the humiliation scale weighs the same for both!)

Then months later,a freak accident took me back to the Doc. An overnight train journey had left me drained and my sleep-deprived mind wailed like the infant in my near berth. Upon reaching the destination,I clambered down from my upper berth.What happened is still vague, but all I can remember is sitting at the side berth, searching for my upper middle toe of my left leg, frantically! It actually went inside my finger..thats the best I could explain. Mustering all my courage, I pulled at it and there I had my toe back. Hence I went back,a few days later with a swollen-barely-able-to-walk toe. Doc looked at me and complained about me taking care of it myself, creaming his complaint with an icing on my bravery. Anywayz I was back in the X-ray room and this time, he said I had a growth in my left foot and that I would need surgery. I disappeared again to never go back. I’m sure if he could issue a wanted list, I’ll have the honor to be in it. But then, I trusted my body enough to heal itself. Although, my friends say, shock treatment is my best cure for anything. As far as cheating Doc is concerned, I’m sure he will give me plenty of shocks again..if my horoscope is to be believed.