Strange but Truuuueeeee :)

I sometimes wonder why do mothers beat their kid after they have fallen down......... Today as I was crossing the street, I saw a kid aged about two/two and a half year old... He was happily walking with his mother who was holding his hand. All of a sudden he tripped on a stone and fell off. He started to scream his lungs off and the worried mother picked up the crying kid. I stood there watching the affection of that mother towards that crying kid... within a wink of an eye there was something horror waiting for me which I did not realize.... The lady lifted her kid and started abusing the kid accompanied with beatings......... I was stunned for a moment, I waited for five minutes for the lady to stop but the abusiveness of the mother went on... I intervened to stop the frustrated mother..... I went close to her ......the intensity of her voice started to prick my ears..... I closed my ears with both my hands, gave a gentle tap on the lady's back. She immediately looked at me with rage and asked me.... What?????????? I looked straight into her eyes and asked her, "I have a doubt". The lady replied, "What is that?", by then the kid had stopped whining and was keen to know who this stranger was and where did she actually come from?????? I smiled at her, "Is he your son?", I asked her. She said, Yes, Why???. I started walking off .... (I knew she would call me back, human tendency .. :):):):) ) I created the curiosity and pretended to walk off.... expecting the lady to call me ...... :):):):) As my interpretation, she called me, I jumped out with joy (not literally :):):):) ), I looked back pretending if I was new to the entire scenario.... I asked her, "Oh! are you calling me???????"  She said, "Yes, I am calling you". Oh alright, "How may I help you madam, I asked her with a sarcastic expression on my face". She was already upset with her son's attitude and now her temperament was out of control. with complete rage, she told me... "Yes, he is my son and why the hell did you ask me that?, I want to know the reason right now?".

I looked at her and told her..... Madam, please calm down.. I questioned you as I was standing and watching the entire episode of you and your son ...... I was enthralled looking at your love, care and affection that you actually showed to the fallen kid and immediately after two seconds your reaction towards the kid changed entirely.... I was shocked, it was unbelievable ..... The lady listened to me quietly... I went on... Now can you clarify one small doubt of mine, I asked her ; our frustrated lady had already calmed down almost :):):) She said, yes go ahead..... I asked her, "You knew the kid fell off, he is hurt, you tried helping the kid for a second and all of a sudden you forgot about that and started abusing the kid...Why was the latter reaction of yours so different from the former one???????? There was dead silence between me and the mother for a couple of seconds and she broke the silence.... Hmmmm.... I have no clue............ and she was guilty. I understood her emotions and apologized; "Well, kindly excuse-me.... This is something I have always tried figuring out but never had a chance to get it clarified... Fortunately or unfortunately, i had a chance to speak to you.. Anyways, thanks for your time.". I gazed at the kid... He was happily smiling again.. I bid good-bye to both the mother and the kid and started again towards my destination......

Something to think :):):):)

Guess, you have all come across such a situation atleast once in your lifetime.... Have you ever thought about the latter reaction of our mothers'????? Is it to keep the kid secured or is that the way she expresses her love or what is it?????????????? I tried finding it out from my mother..... All she did .......... GAVE ME A BIG SMILEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE :):):):):):):):):)

3D's :):):):):):)

As the saying goes :) "It's the constant and determined effort that breaks down all resistance and sweeps away all obstacles".......... We have many obstacles in life but one thing which we all should know is, "How do I find a solution for this problem and how do I grow up in life?".

Well, this makes me nostalgic and I am drawn back from my present to earlier days of my childhood"

I was in standard IX when this incidence took place............I was the most naughtiest and mischievous kid amongst the fifty students. Our class teacher was the most kind-hearted person I had ever seen. He loved kids and I was his favorite student. Being a miniature in height, I had the privilege to be seated in the first row and was expected to stay attentive throughout the class...... (which is actually the most tedious task :):)). My teacher always gazed at me while delivering his lecture to the entire class.He taught us Mathematics and Science. I had a flair towards Science however, the numbers confused me a bit, that annoyed my teacher a lot. The syllabus for the first month got over and we all had to undergo an evaluation. The tests ended and everyone in the class awaited for results while I got scared about my Mathematics marks. Our mathematics teacher came in and he started reading out the marks in the descending order. I sat still waiting for my marks; and finally my waiting came to an end, my teacher looked at me and read out loudly, Brunda 18 out of 35 and threw my test paper at me. I was ashamed, I kept quiet for a couple of days ad did not even speak to my teacher. Later, in the afternoon, he walked up to me and kept his hands on my head and said,"Oye buddy, you are a special student of mine and I had never expected this from you, I am really disappointed by your performance". Later, his behavior towards me was normal and I saw the same lovable teacher again, He has remained the one of my favorite teachers of all time. My score in mathematics remained an average for instance, 70's and 80's.

Class X: My mathematics teacher changed and my love towards that subject had depleted even more as we had to study theorems and algebra in class X.Geometry is something which I can't understand till date specially the measurements always drove me crazy. Well, this teacher of mine was a little insane I should say, but an expertise in his field. His teaching was excellent. He was a short man with one hand folded back and his continuous speech made me go even more mad and he taught weird combination of Mathematics and Social Studies.Here is a small story which made me learn mathematics and play with numbers.He had asked us to write "The Pythagoras theorem", thrice for home-work and I had forgotten to write and as a school sports representative, I had the privilege of staying back within the school building while everyone else gathered in ground to offer their morning prayers. I quickly thought of writing but something crossed over my mind and I found a classmate of mine sitting in class without attending prayer session, I took undue advantage of him being in class, I threatened him, "Hey, if you do not write this for me, I shall take you to principal for not attending the prayer session". He said, Please, do not do that, I shall write your home-work. (Our principal was a nasty lady who had the habit of beating students black and blue). He finished my home-work and handed-over my book and pen, I gave him a chocolate and thanked him, I also apologized for my rude behavior. He smiled at me and said, that's alright, You are my friend after all. I went inside the class-room. Sharp 10:00 am our mathematics teacher came inside and started off with his teaching. He took out his attendance register and started calling off the names and in the same order collected the home-work copies. Everybody handed-over their copies and he started off with the class. He stopped teaching in between, started to call all of us one after another to check if we all had written the home-work by our own. He asked us to write the theorem on the black board and I failed to write. I stretched my hand forward and I had one and two :):):):):) One on the left and the other on the right :):):) ..... I cried in shame and came back home, later my mother was called for a parents teachers meeting, my mathematics teacher was also present and he said, "Your daughter just studies and fails to remember things,she is incapable of thinking logically". My mom immediately responded back with full force, "Excuse-me Sir, I agree that my daughter is weak in mathematics but I completely disagree to the statement which you made, I bet she can think logically and she is capable enough to crack your problems."

She came back home and I wept badly and I thought of proving myself right, My annual exams were getting close and I locked up myself in the room close to 6-7 hours solving the toughest problems. The day came and I was there seated in a room with a pen and a sheet of paper waiting for the question paper, it was 9:30 am while the question paper was given and at 12:00pm the questions were all solved and I handed over the answer sheet to my class supervisor, my maths teacher looked at me with surprise and asked me, "Hey Brunda, you are out so early, I suspect if you will even get a passing marks of 35, You should have waited, somebody at the end would have atleast helped you to get 60 marks and laughed". I smiled back and told him, "Sir, I shall speak after the results are out and walked off the school premises." Finally, after two months of waiting the results were out, I ran to the nearest cyber center and read out my hall ticket number to the guy, i stared at the monitor screen, my heart beat rate increased and the page downloaded slowly,I folded my hands and had closed my eyes and waited anxiously " The guy said, 86% bandide bidamma, distinction nindu :):):) (you have passed out with 86%, distinction) , I jumped out with joy, I looked at my maths marks and I had got 93 marks out of hundred. I ran back home, hugged mom and called up dad to inform my result.

Later, I went to school, looked for my mathematics teacher, he looked at me and smiled and asked, "Did you get thirty-five atleast Brunda?????" I said, "Thank-you for driving myself to gain confidence and prove myself Sir, I am glad that I found a wonderful teacher like you and also I am thankful to you". He was a little confused and as I held the marks-sheet close to him and pointed out to my mathematics marks, he gazed at it with full concentration and surprise. He looked at me again and finally said, Congratulations Brunda, You have the potential.......and I was wrong in measuring it.

I was happy not because of making my teacher realize my potential but making me understand and discover my caliber.

Incidence 1: He was my favorite teacher, but he was unable to drive the potential in me to

get the marks however, in the second incidence, the teacher humiliated me to prove me wrong and he was confident that I was incapable of proving him right.

Lessons learnt: You should always love a person but at the same time ensure that his growth does not get hampered.

Humiliation is the best lesson.

Criticism works and you can definitely grow :):) and prove that you are capable of doing the most impossible thing.

Last ting, We should always be concerned of proving ourselves right instead of proving others wrong.

My teacher,(mentioned in the first incidence of this post) always told us:

Life is successful with 3 D's.

DISCIPLINE,DEDICATION and DETERMINATION.

Nothing is IMPOSSIBLE :):):):):):):) for IMPOSSIBLE itself says (when split) I M POSSIBLE :):):):)

"The 13 Days Experience" Wockhardt... The Fortis Group.....

Everything was smooth till ...........26th February early morning around 4:30 a.m.... I heard a scream from my parents bed-room.... For two seconds it sounded like a stranger screaming on the road and it was pretty late when I actually figured out, where exactly was the loud noise constantly coming from? I then recognized ... It was my mom screaming to the top of her voice.... My mother screamed again louder than before, the sound waves travelling with much higher intensity this time...... "Chinni, hurry up..Your dad is acting really strange....Something has happened to him... Oh god! What has happened to him???? I rushed into the place and was stunned to look at my dad lying almost dead with cold and stiff body... unconscious state..... The most helpless situation i ever saw my MOM was that morning....... Trying to wake her unconscious husband who was trying his hard to breathe..... We got a glass of water and splashed over dad's face, tried doing a chest compression (though it was not perfect)...when everything was a failure ... after 4 or 5 minutes of our constant efforts to wake dad up....tried bringing mom aside and with shivering hands picked up my cell phone and dialed 102 and that is when I realized why people curse Government employees...... The number got connected and fortunately I heard a voice and the conversation went on.....

Me: Hello Sir, My dad is unwell, Could you please send me an ambulance immediately?

Guy: Madam, what is your name?

Me: Brunda

Where are you calling from?

Me: Dattatreyanagar

Guy: How are you related to the person who requires an ambulance?

Me: He is my dad Sir... (almost in tears)

Guy: Madam, which is closest landmark to your home?

Me: Yogeeshwara apartment

Guy: How old is the person?

Me: He is about 65 years and will you now send me the ambulance (In complete frustration and helplessness)

Guy: Madam, How is the person related to you?

Me: ******** banged the phone

Wasted almost 2 minutes... caught in an endless loop of questions...... banged the phone and called the neighbours..... found an Indica parked outside... and with the help of a neighbour (whom we all do not even notice at times) managed to take dad out of the home...... Took him to the 3 closest hospitals possible.....Hospital 1: Closed.... Hospital 2: Doctors refusing to touch dad who almost was fighting hard to breathe..... Hospital 3: A doctor, approximately aged around 55-60 came out of the hospital, looked at dad and looked at me, mom and my cousin.... Took me aside and whispered, "I suspect your dad has a massive heart-attack".... This hospital is not sophisticated enough to take care of him... I request you to take him to the city's finest hospitals..... (Jayadeva Institute of Cardiology or Wockhardt) .... The call was mine... Looked at dad... Dad was dying hard to breathe....Touched dad's hand and placed my left ear on dad's chest, I could hear his heart beat..... Eyes opened completely..... Unconscious..... I decided to take dad to wockhardt for I had an instinct that he is not suffering from a heart problem........ We boarded the ambulance near the third hospital....... Took dad straight to Wockhardt... (Bannerghatta road)...We reached the emergency ward and the duty doctor immediately attended dad ...it was close to 5:30 am..... Me and brother (My uncle's son) waiting in the ward with mom and my cousin waiting outside for the news.... Dad was taken for a CT scan, test got over but dad had a severe seizure .... Doctor called me in...... and the conversation went on for sometime ,knowing about dad's medical history..... and then he told me that ... dad needs to be in I.C.U ... the doctor's diagnosis was dad had some problem with his brain and hence he was unconscious.......... I went out.. looked at mom ..gave her the most feeble and fake smile I could have ever given and told her.. "Hedrbeda amma...auru hushaar aagtaare....." (Don't worry mom, he will be alright)... walked out of the reception... called up one of the best friends who could have helped me at that time to know about the insurance policies...... After I spoke to him, went behind an ambulance.... and wept..................

I.C.U (10:00 - 10:30 a.m)

Dad with the red and black robe..... with tubes flowing all over his body.... lay calm on the bed... I went inside, the foul smell from I.C.U hit my nose, made me nauseatic... Got inside the room..... there were close to 60 patients .. everyone with different problems ...One had a heart problem..the other one with a kidney problem...etc etc..... Dad was one amongst them... The room was surrounded with beds and in the middle of the patients a panel of doctors assigned to patients along with their nurses and boys were seated starring at the monitors that displayed different graphs and waves.... I first went to dad...observed the monitors, tubes, needles, plasters,readings displayed on monitors... held dad's hand.... two drops of my tears fell on his hand... tears rolled down from dad's left eyes...he held my hand tight....... i called him..... Dad did not respond..... called him once, twice, thrice.... no response..... the fourth time... dad tried opening his eye... I was glad, by then I was called by the doctor who attended dad.....

Doctor : Hi, May I know your relationship with Mr. Nagaraj?

Me: He is my father, doctor (wiping the tears off from my cheeks)

Doctor: Well madam, Your dad has a massive stroke and there is an infarction in the brain and according to the neurologist's opinion your dad needs a lot of time to recover depending on his prognosis level...

Me: Could you please simplify ??? Will dad recover or not???

Doc: It is too early to draw a conclusion... You can speak to the neurologist later..

Me: Alright, thanks doctor....

Same things went on till day 10... Dad was on ventilators....life supporting equipments which made no progress at all... Dad never responded to any medicines.... Ventilators had already affected dad's lungs and he had already accumulated Flem and he had developed lungs infection.....Dad was still in I.C.U and we were already called in to decide on whether keeping dad on ventilators or not. I had decided to fight and had asked the doctors to accommodate dad with artificial respiratory systems....

Most of the times, i was confused as I did not understand the medical terms and the jargons that was used in medical field and never got my questions answered till there was a pressure created by all the external forces and when I saw dad.... on the 10th day in I.C.U with his hands tied up like an animal.... I cried and screamed at doctors.... I was taken to a room and the doctors again started their foreign language..... I said, " Stop this ... enough of treating a human-being like an animal" ... Why have you tied his hands up????? What's wrong with him.???? I need answers clearly in a language which I can understand... I am no doctor to understand your jargons and terms...... Do you understand?

Panel of doctors: Yes madam, we do......

Let me explain.. came a voice from the group:

Point 1: He is your dad and it is natural to have an emotional fit like this.... He has a massive stroke and 75% of his brain is dead due to insufficient blood flow and blockage in the artery.This is known as ischemic stroke, and the infarction which we are talking is the swelling of brain around the clot.

Point 2: Survival chance of your dad is too less, he is not responding to any medicine since the time he was admitted and the ventilators have already been removed once to check if he can breathe on his own and that has been proven wrong, he cannot sustain as his brain has completely lost the control over his body.

Point 3: Keeping him on ventilators would only make you satisfied, you feel he is breathing but that is not how the procedures are, A person with such a massive stroke can survive till 14 days... If the person is out of I.C.U on the 6th or 7th day of his admission the chances of him surviving is much more than a person who is in the I.C.U beyond that time period.

Point 4: If at all, your dad survives, he is going to be like a vegetable.. he will never be able to talk/motionless/brain dead.. In simple terms Coma.... Would you be able to digest such a scenario?

Point 5: Keeping him in I.C.U will complicate things further for him as well as you all.. and i as a person do not recommend to keep your dad in I.C.U......

Now, the decision is all yours... you along with your family members sit and decide if the ventilators needs to be taken off completely and should he be shifted to ward......

We decided and got dad shifted to ward. ward 774...... His health started to deteriorate and slowly he developed lungs infection...he started breathing very rapidly.... Mom stayed with him all the time while I stayed till late evening and returned back home to sleep.....

"The JUDGEMENT DAY"

Dad lay unconscious ... in a much deteriorated condition...nephrologist visited dad... saw mom... called her aside... "Neeven aagbeku eeurge" (relationship with the patient please)....Mom said, I am his wife... How many kids do you have and where do they live? I have 2 daughters and they both live here in Bangalore... Please, call them immediately... He might die in any moment......

Mom, a patient herself.... came out of the ward...sat in the lobby helplessly...... dialed my brother's number...informed him.... I went to the hospital at 1:30 pm... Mom looked pale... I could sense something phishy but was not sure... Dropped the lunch box and went inside the ward to look at dad..... He looked more dull and dark... He had reduced drastically.... I sat outside with mom holding her hand trying to console her.... not knowing the fact of what doctor had told her in the morning..... It was close to 8:00 pm when I again went inside to look at dad.... Me and mom went inside... dad had completely closed his eyes by then.... after sometime he tried his level best and opened both the eyes.... Looked at me and mom for one last time............ I cried and walked off from the hospital begging mom to allow me to stay with her while she refused constantly... I hugged dad one last time...kissed his forehead and reluctantly walked off from the hospital...............................................................

I reached home and at 9:45 p.m I got a phone call... All alone at home.... My uncle hesitantly asked me ...... "When did it happen????"... I answered back: What happened??? Uncle: Where are you??? Me: I am at home.... Uncle: Oh okay..nothing.... and disconnected the call....

Very late did we realize that dad's movements in the hospital and on our way to hospital was all involuntary....he was brain-dead....

I had sensed ......I knew....... My dad was never going to be the same if at all he survives............


I rushed back to hospital........................

Finally, the sleepless 13 days were over for both dad and us ..............................................................

DAD SLEPT THAT DAY (25th FEB 2010) AND HE FORGOT TO WAKE UP..........HE SLEPT FOREVER LEAVING THE UNFORGETTABLE AND FOND MEMORIES SHARED WITH HIM

Love you dad..........

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