Why So Serious?

    I am writing this blog from the stupefaction of my amazingly boring life and an equally lazier lifestyle. It was four months back that I wrote about one of the three tragedies of my life. The other two tragedies being -I never get that extra hour to sleep and -I never get that extra tea to drink. Both these tragedies are certainly a bit more serious and challenging so I would skip talking about that (No, I don't want to make you cry).

    The previous two blog episodes that I wrote got around 800 reads (Yes, I do get kicks out of such stuffs) which made me realize that tragic stories have a great market potential and they win people like anything. The recent trend of bollywood movies with a tragic climax usually ending up being a blockbuster hit act as a proof to my insignificant finding and thus my connection is not purely overrated. This was just another failed attempt at portraying that I am good at Economics.

    Yes, yes and that is why I intentionally forget to add happy endings like I went to a trek to Irshalgadh (3700 feet above sea level) exactly after 9 months of my operation or that I play cricket or that I run (Yes, real fast when it comes to running away from responsibilities). The point of this blog is that it is pointless to find any point here. Your life has its own way of dealing with things. Let it peacefully deal with minor problems like muscle injuries, exam results or when will your crush say a yes, etc; while you should be busy cracking major muddles like how are you going to play cricket in this heavy monsoon.

The Great Fall- Episode 2: 'Operation Theatre'

Eyes opened. Filtered halogen lamps giving out bluish-white light flashed as I struggled to make movements. Half asleep and half awake, pouncing abruptly from dreams to reality and reality to dreams, I tried making sense of what was going around in confused horror. I badly wanted that the whole "slipping-falling-bleeding' episode turns out to be a mere nightmare and I wake up stretching my arms up in air, laughing at my imagination. 

However, the confusion was short lived and reality struck upon me. There were dozens of punctures made on my wrists with needled pipes which supplied me essentials. I felt heavy numbness in my legs as if some miracle had washed out all the pain. I later came to know that I was on spinal anaesthesia and the relief was just temporary. Doctors informed me that my 'tendons' were cut and I was about to get operated for it. Having no clue what tendons actually are, I nodded in confirmation. A part of my body that I never knew even existed was now damaged. Woah!

However, that place gave me some sort of satisfaction and comfort that I didn't experience in years. Operation theatre squeezes you and pulls out all the life inside your body to the devices placed around you. The heart monitor, the oxygen monitor,the blood pressure unit, nervous system tracker and many others, all of them bumbling with life inside you. I played with the oxygen monitor by inhaling more than normal air, creating long waves on the graph and then exhaling to the core to achieve that overrated filmy 'straight dead line' on it (Yeah, I obviously failed).

Operation was done and I was ordered not to eat anything for a day due to anaesthesia. The thought of starving for a day had deeply hurt my sentiments but I remained calm. With a luggage of two motionless legs, a dozen of crack pipes, a stretcher and nurses hovering all around, I made my way to the orthopaedic dorm. Known faces appeared and I was assured that the chaos had finally ended. Later did I realize that this was just the beginning...

The Great Fall

On a cold Monday morning of August, as I lied lazily on my bed and the climate romanticized me, Maa announced my name giving me a warning to wake up or else forget my morning tea. Defeating my Monday Blues, I sprang out of the bed and made my way to the loo to restore peace in my stomach by removing the Sunday night's crap.

As I walked hastily to the bathroom with my eyes almost refraining to open up and face the sun, I slipped and had a leg-threatening fall. Blood! blood! blood!. As I noticed, I realized I had broken the tiled floor apart and that very tile had ruthlessly slaughtered my tendons. I wailed in pain, still being conscious I made my way out of the bathroom to reach my parents. Blood was pumping out of my leg. Blood pool is a scary sight and it gets even scarier when you realize that pool has been filled in with your own blood. In immense pain and helplessness, I hopscotched my way to the drawing room; collapsed and lost consciousness at the very sight of my Mother.

                                                                    

                                                                           (...to be continued)