Vincent Van Gogh

No matter what the circumstances...no matter the absence of money..no matter the hurt in his heart...
He kept listening to ...his calling.. and was true to his medium...
All that .. sorrow...in his short life...
Wish he could have known..
Immortality was going to be the Return...

Sometimes I want to Time Travel and be Monsieur Van Gogh's personal assistant with muscles like Mr Arnold S... I would Box people in certain circles and ensure that... He Knew... How Precious and Talented He is...
All the morons who needed psychiatric help ensured that ...A Maestro wallowed in Doubt and Depression...
Ever so often I want to go and set things Right with Monsieur Van Gogh...

and some more about accidents only .... harping is my superpower ...

13th september 2010 

yesterday a friend asked me how do you do so much with damaged hands ...i replied ...i do not know how long they will be usefull ...ergo i make the best of them as long as they are .... just are.... kind of normal ...

i have had 3 accidents ...first time i broke my left hand was, when i was in kindergarten ...my older sister pushed me off a wooden box and i broke my hand ....i was admitted in the hospital i was born in and keep going to ...Ruby Hall Clinic .....and my parents tell me i was so happy with all the fuss they made of me ...i said i wanted to break my other hand and go back there asap :) little did i know my wish would come true twice post that day ...

in june 2010 i quit the pvt college after a big fight .... the constant refrain in the pvt college used to be .... ppl who leave this college can never get into good colleges and will end up working in small unknown colleges ....in may 2010 i went to this govt aided college with a Parsee management ... i had studied in... for the first 3 years of my college life .... went and met the principal and felt a little let down ....good thing as, had i met the vice principal(she and the head of the college i was teaching in are good friends) ...i would have been in for worse torture.... than i was already being subjected to in the pvt college .....

in june 2010 ...i took leave from the pvt college i was working in ....heard a ear full and went and gate crashed, a junior college interview in this said govt college ....took two of my friends who were Phds, to reinforce the point that we are sick of the freaking pvt college we were working in .....i was serious about leaving...my friends had a ball talking utter crap in the interview ....i made a strong case ...saying i wanted to pursue research rather than be a clerk in a pvt college with an assistant prof tag :/ they said i will get less than half the pay i was getting ....i also knew i would be back to being a junior lecturer ... anything for freedom and dignity was my stand ...

in july the day i asked for a days leave for my son's birthday on 5th july which was a non instructional day (due to a pan india bandh) the head insulted and mocked me ...she went to the extent of saying celebrate a day earlier or a day late .....just because you have a chair does not mean you can spout utter crap ..... that day i got a call from the parsee govt college ... and resigned from the pvt college ...

the whole system was different and it took a while to get used to a faculty room, with lots of male profs and not being able to have a song and dance in the faculty room ...in the pvt college we were 99% women faculty and we did just what we pleased in the the faculty room.... spl sitting just how we wanted, when we were tired....which was the constant ...being bone weary of stupid work, a clerk should be doing :(

in this govt college, there was a male prof in the economics dept ...who kept asking me about the pay and conditions in the pvt college ....so i gave him all the tips to go apply for my post ... plus told him all the tricks of who to meet and how exactly to talk ......i had studied those vixens well in the 4 years of 3rd degree torture i took in the name of college politics !!!!!!! he left and did everything to a T and got double the pay packet i was getting ....life is so weird ...and women so predictable :/

he was admin for a course on online banking in the govt college .... i was so glad when the vice principal asked me if i could take over ...i was thrilled to get something new ....went into the whole thing heart and soul ..... the prof who left was supposed to write an annual report and help me with some stuff in admin, like giving a certificate to the batch that had passed out ....he did nothing and i realised he never did anything ever :(

in a way i knew i had sent the purrrrrrrrfect candidate to the 'she devil' i had worked for ....he got double my pay and he did nothing for the college ...some students would come home for doubt clearing and last minute revision .....this despite me explaining some of the latest theories that were being taught in the pvt college to the prof who got my job ...the syllabus was exhaustive and not a single honest prof could do 'tom foolery' in class ....we had to stick to the time frame and do a lot in the time we got in class ....

on 13/9/12 a few days before the college magazine articles had to be submitted ....was the day the report on the online course had to be submitted ... he refused to give it to me ...and finally i called him up ....i told the HOD, i would hand the report in the next day ...as i had to eat and then go in for a 3 hour supervsion of students, giving an exam in the pvt branch of the said college ... i was teaching at three levels in this college ...undergraduate Bcom, external Bcom students and a post graduate diploma course in import and export in the aided wing ..... plus one course in the private wing, international business for the undergraduate course ...

the HOD wanted the report that very day ... so i told my friend, the maths prof to have her grub alone and sat and wrote the report ...got it cleared and went straight for supervision .... students in pvt colleges are always naughtier... 3hours of being on my toes, in a saree was tiring ...ergo i called my hubby to come pick me up ...he had an off on mondays ...for some reason kids had a holiday and so he said come back on your own ....i was feeling bad as i had not had anything to eat since morning ..while crossing a road to hire a rickshaw ...the last thing i remember is the divider and woke up in searing pain .....ohhh so familiar it was ....i could not believe i had broken my left hand again ..i could not hang it down and was getting waves of nausea and i was weaving in and out of consciousness ....a person running a tyre store came running and helped me to a bench ...they recognised me as a prof from the college ...picked up my stuff for me and called a rickshaw to take me to ruby hall which is practically opposite the college ... seeing the money i had and the way i was going out of consciousness ... 

i was very very lucky the time of my accident was such that there was very little traffic on the road which is usually jam packed with vehicles ... i would have not been writing this had the timing been different ...

i thought it would be better to go home ...i do not know how i reached home ....drank a lot of water and kept my cool thru a bite of food before i went to the hospital ...strangely i broke no bone but had hurt my hand real bad and it was black and blue all over ....my head was also scanned and thoroughly checked for any injury .... the amount of water i drank that day amazed me ....and the pain finally came down with strong pain killers ....some parts of my body were paining and i was exhausted by evening ....the HOD in banking felt very bad for me ....i did not feel bad after a point ..... as i was in a college where .......i did not have to burst a blood vessel and hear a mouthfull just to ask for and get leave...

i also went for a training prog in being an admin for the LMS course and did very well (as i has self taught myself the nitty gritty of the course by then )  with the hand in a sling ..... i was so used to pain by now and dealing with it ...my left hand troubles me more than my right hand ...i can not lift weight with my left hand ...though washing my face and combing my hair ...eating and a lot of small small things i am more comfortable with my left hand ......

what i realised after hurting my left hand was ....how much i favoured my right hand by not using it .... in a way the accident was a blessing in disguise for the pain between the shoulder blades ....it was beginning to get chronic and using my right hand kind of eased my pain ..... everything that happens to us ....teaches us a lesson in life ..... point is to look at the bright side .... most times i do so ....

post 3/10/2006

nothing prepares you for an accident ...worse still one where you break all three bones in one hand .... the pain post wiring helps one redefine the very concept of pain ..... the rod in the humerus was the most painfull ....the nuts and bolts inserted to keep the rod in place ....one can feel ...one also feels a marginal increase in the weight of one's hand ...... the hand and fingers swell up many a times .... and pain becomes a constant ....

the most amusing part of dealing with pain was my experience with dynapar .... the minute i read about it being a banned drug ....my pain threshold went up in an hour ..... and i realised that day the power of the brain to control pain ... it is all within our will power to control and chanelise our energies .... one important decision was to be as self reliant as possible ...so hair was chopped as short as possible ....the doctor advised me to switch to western clothes ...specially a button down top to make things easy for early mornings ....zzzzzzzzz was akward and the hand had to kept at a particular angle to be able to rest properly ....the most difficult thing to adapt to was ...not being able to pick up my little one who was not yet three ....he too would get angry at times and wiggle his way around my fibre glass cast ... somedays if he caught me reading for class ...he would come and ask me ...is this your right hand ....and when i answered in the affirmative .... he would hit my cast with what ever he was carrying .... often he would ask me, if he could sit on my cast when i was walking ....and i had to always refuse 

working was a challenge .... it was peak winter and getting up very early at around 5 am or so was difficult .... in the pvt college i was teaching ...somedays the podium would be missing from the class room and that meant some extra strain on my left hand ...

my main intention was to get back to normal asap ..... food i started experimenting with ....trial and error helped me find that watermelon juice was extremely beneficial in bringing down the swelling in my fingers ... coconut water helped a lot and pineapple is another fruit i had very often ... plus green leafy vegetables and lots of cheese ..... i can never get myself to drink milk .... some days the exhaustion of going to two colleges ...wearing a sling and just managing to draw diagrams with my left hand .....was akin to climbing mount everest .... since the ulna and radius were crushed to small fragments just above the wrist ...it hurt a little extra ... i always wondered why the doctor did not plate the radius and ulna ...if he had done that the shards could have been physically removed .... when i once asked him, as to why he did not do that ...he said he wanted to avoid giving me big scars ...sigh ....

the thing about the plate is that, the point where the skin is cut is a significant area and flesh from that part disappears and it is will remain a sensitive part .... and a part that every person with a scar will be carefull about ... even a small contact with any external element there .....gives a raw feeling, plus pain too .....

when bone becomes fragmented ... and then grows back ...it tends to become longer .....a very important fact used by ortho surgeons in increasing the height of people with growth challenges ....

5 months with the cast being on i started getting really bored of it and the not being able to eat what i wanted ... so on 14th feb 2008 i made my first meal ....with my left hand and even washed vessels with my hand .... i could not make a lot of food but some basic cooking i would get done .... the first time my cast was changed ..... it was a revelation as ....i saw how wasted my hand had become ..... it shivered when the cast was removed and they were cleaning it ....and yes there was a bend to it now ...one of the bones had become longer and my palm was twisted to the right ...... that was an irritating factor .... and hampered a lot of movements and work i could do .....holding a knife and chopping vegetables was one and writing another ....i still could not hold my little one who had grown up a bit more by now .....the most difficult aspect of life with the cast on was the help i needed to have a bath ... the hair being short was a big help ...i could wash it in the wash basin too ....the 5 days every month used to psyche me ...specially when i was in college .....

the good part about us humans is how fast we adapt to changes ..... the first day post operation i could not brush my teeth with my left hand ...i kept getting hurt ....soon i was using my left hand as well as my right ..... as children both my brother and i had a preference for our left hand which my mom had changed to a right hand dominance ... i became quite ambidextrous by the time the cast was removed ...it was a very long wait and the day it was removed, i remember feeling very anxious and almost as though i had lost a security cover .....

in 2008 the rods in my ulna and radius were removed and a plate inserted after a bit of my bone was cut to take off the curvature .... in 2009 i had a longer operation where my plate and the rod and screws in my humerus were removed ....when i woke up post operation i remember seeing huge welts on my upper arm ....and i realised how much force, they must have had to use to dislodge the rod in my arm ....

the only correction left is a curvature in my ulna ...which strangely hurts when i lose weight ...combing my tresses, and washing my face are still done with my left hand ....cooking is not easy with my right hand but i kind of make do ....i do not employ domestic help post leaving the tea estates ...the work at home keeps my hand functioning ..extreme cold hurts me and requires that i am fully covered with a bit of extra warm clothes ... i developed a very bad habit of using my left hand and favouring my right hand ....this would give me a pain in a spot between my shoulder blades .... this changed drastically when i met with my second accident in 2010 and hurt my left hand real bad .... i guess adversities come to us to show us how resilient we are .... and how well we bounce back ... i started using my right hand post this accident....

if only, i could over come my fear of roads, and traffic ...  

The Recovery

Does one ever fully recover from something ...of course we do ....however this jan i have started driving class for the second time ..... and yesterday was particularly bad ...specially because i had bunked class on thursday and friday ...... i panic like crazy on the road ...totally close my eyes when i feel too many vehicles are near by and going to crash the car ..... when the very young instructor kind of yelled at me about the left leg being on the brake and the speed not being enough ....i wanted to get out of the freaking car and never sit in one again.... i told him i am not responsible if the car gets a dent or two if he does not help me ....the nerd said it is my hands on the steering .... he kept making me drive on roads i do not like coz of the heavy traffic ...when i was getting out after thanking him ...he suddenly remembered and told me no class on a sunday ...he sounded relieved, happy almost !!! .... and i wondered to myself ....what a sad state i was in ....nothing is making me over come the panic attack everytime someone comes near the car i am driving ....sigh ....i had written about the accident and thought i was getting it out of my system .... so now trying to get recovery out the way ..... lol  

when i woke up after the surgery ....i remember puking after a bit ...as i had nothing to eat since the night before.....fianlly i was allowed liquids ...i drank as much of coconut water and pineapple juice as i could ..... i was not given a fibre glass cast as they wanted my open wounds to heal ..... i was very lucky to get a very good nurse in my ward ....she was the most gentle kind and efficient nurse i could hope for ... i was being given a very strong painkiller called dynapar ... once when sister Sbita was not around ..another nurse gave me a shot of dynapar and i remember crying out in pain as it got injected ...this nurse panicked and went and got Sabita....who realised the careless girl had given me the dose of the medicine without diluting it.....however since the pain was too much i kept begging for the pain killler and was worried that i was developing a dependency

the second day i was bored and also worried ...i was not reading the economic times .... so i asked my husband to get me my old issues and that day's ET from home ...and i read an article about how some drugs which were banned in most countries were still being sold in India and dynapar was one of them ....i was soooooo amused at how immediate was my brain's reaction ...the brain just turned a new leaf and did not feel as much pain.....it helped me increase my pain threshold in no time LOL   

from third day my pain threshold went up and i was beginning to control my pain through mind and will power to not give in .....my students came to meet me and told me they were worried as to who will correct their papers as i had a problem with my right hand ...i told them to not worry and that i would do something ....the next day i told the doctor i had enough of lying around in hospital and took my discharge ....went straight to the college and collected my papers from the pvt professional college .....then went to the govt aided college, where i was told ...in case i had a problem with paper correction the other profs would do it .....however i decided to take that load home too ....i had around 700 papers to correct over a time of 4 weeks of holiday ..... distributing this among my colleagues would mean an additional burden for them ......

before going home i needed to take care of my hair .... there was no one to comb or tie it up ..... i went to the parlour and chopped it as short as i could .... the girls there were repeatedly telling me to not cut it so short ..... but that was that ...i needed one area where i was less dependent on another person .... took the whole lot of papers home and willed myself to correct them ...i did not want to think of what i had gone through and take my mind of the pain ..... when i started correction i realised if i concentrated i could use my left hand quite well ..... i had 4 days to finish 65 papers i had got in banking and insurance ..... i could not cook or clean ...so when ever i could ...i would sit and finish corrections .... the problem was writing down why i had given a particular answer a certain rating .... my father helped me enter the marks and convert them .... and they were sent to the concerned college .....now there were around 700 papers left .....since the government college did not have a semester system ...the paper answered was not a very long one ..... somewhere before the holidays got over i had got addicted to playing ....hidden object games online ... so obviously the speed of paper correction did come down .... then it caught speed when it was time for college to open .... i did not finish the whole lot when college opened ... 

during the holidays i had to take the post graduate lectures ... i used to take my elder child with me to help me pay the rickshaw ..... and help me wrap my shawl and tie my scarf .....it was a long wait for him as he was just 5 years old then .... he loved coming with me as it meant a treat and being pampered by the peons .... running around the statue of 'the common man' ..... some days he would sleep at the back of the class .....what i had not anticipated was the change in attitude of my post graduate students, due to me wearing western clothes  ....suddenly some of them wanted to know my age and my child's age and i used to sigh ..... thankfully i finished the syllabus in time and typed out the question paper with my left hand ....

the cast meant i had to sleep alone ....plus the college was at quite a distance ...which meant me getting up before everyone and leaving home by 6.45am latest ....it was peak winter by now .... and i was travelling alone.... it was tough ....plus one lady from my dept was brewing problems because of the attention and response i was getting ...another issue was my participation in the english departmental acitivities ....in the college i was teaching banking and insurance ..... my popularity as compared to the co-ordinator's popularity was a bone of contention for her ..... my clothes too was an issue ....some days they would shift the podium from the class which meant holding on to my right hand with my left hand after a point .... plus drawing diagrams with my left hand as a PPT could not help them understand how to plot a diagram ..and i do not like teaching using teaching-aids .....

 i would call up the residents when ever i had a problem as it is very scary to not know why and what was going on with my hand .....the ortho was the only doc who was not easy with explanations .....his point was ...people have worse accidents ...you are lucky so do not brood, be upset and h would go wild if i cried ...happened only once !!!!

i did not take up an offer the college offered me as they had told me there would be an opening coming up for me in a sister concern near my house .... i did not use my hand from October 2006 till February 2007 ...on 14th February i had enough of not being able to cook and with my cast ...went grocery shopping and made vegetable chowmein and chicken with my left hand ..even washed vessels with my left hand ....i was sick and tired of the cast by then ....it was changed once in January 2007 but it was beginning to irritate me no end .... i needed to do a bit more work to take my mind off the cast .....it was like a parasite needing extra energy from me .... my fingers would swell up sometimes and everything would pain like crazy .... living with pain was a constant ... one day my kids were fighting and i went to split them up and the elder one hurt my pinky finger a bit ...the pain was as good as if i had broken my finger ......so i ran to the doctor and took an x-ray ...only when i got a normal report did i relax ...nothing was broken ... the second time my cast was changed ....i realised how long it takes a broken hand to set .....there were many shards and bone splinters in my right hand ....which the doctor promised would go with time 

i was given the worst divisions but what no one or me had anticipated was .... the way students took to me and i gelled with them ..... in 6 months i decided i could tread these waters and went on to become a full time faculty .... i had specifically asked for some leeway as my hand needed treatment ....they promised me so but i would later learn how they would kill me with work ....

in 6 months i was made exam committee member and my heart sank .... this would mean taxing times for my hand .... the thing with a hand with crushed bones is that when bones grow back ....it tends to get longer ....and as expected my right hand got a curvature to the right as one bone had becomes longer than before ...

this operation was slotted for 2008 Jan ....even a day before my operation i was stuck in college doing exam committee work ....one major disadvantage of staying near college ...... plus they did not let me apply to the university for medical leave and gave me just 15 days leave .....this time too ...i had a 3-4 hour operation ....the rods in my ulna and radius were removed and a plate inserted in my ulna or radius ..... i can never make out which is which ..... when i joined back, the college festival as on and i was asked to do all the work a regular person had to do ... hell had started .... food was my mantra to deal with operations ..... fruits and coconut water plus a strict watch on my diet .... exam committe work would make my hands swell up on occasions and i would bunk the next day .....

my hand healed soon enough ....then i had my next operation in 2009 to remove the rod in the humerus and the plate in the lower part of my hand ..... one of the bones is still slightly bent and needs plating ...i keep postponing it ...

on some days i think about how one small driving mistake by an auto rickshaw driver and how much i have endured.... 

29th September 2006 ... The Life Changing Accident

It was the last day of class before semester end .....i had just got back to teaching after a gap of 8 years ....i was teaching in two colleges at two levels ...in the government aided college of a group of colleges ..i was taking 14 undergraduate lectures and one two hour class for post graduates .....and i was taking one lecture of 1.5 hours for another pvt professional college with the same group of colleges ... that day was a day of a puja ....the goddess saraswati was being prayed to that day in college ......ergo i was in a saree ....

since we had to collect my elder child's report card that day, my husband and i went to school first .....unfortunately there was a talk about nutrition going on there ...i requested the teacher to give me the report card and we left immediately ...my husband was supposed to drop me till a point from where i could take a rickshaw to college ....

near German Bakery a three wheeler (rickshaw) took a left turn without indication and the motorbike we were on slightly touched the rickshaw.... and we crashed as my husband lost his balance ....

the last thing i remembered was hitting my forehead against the road ....when i came to in one minute's time ...i remember, not being able to get up and i was wondering .....ohh still alive ...... phew!!!!

but i could not get up ....and i realised i had broken my right hand ....since i was wearing a saree i was not sitting astride as i usually do and was sitting sideways on the bike ... and with the impact i fell on my hand .... and my husband got a few scrapes on his hand ...

The humerus, ulna and radius on my right hand were totally gone ...luckily the humerus was a clean break, the ulna and radius were crushed above the wrist and one of them was sticking out of my hand .... when i managed to stand up with help ....i realised how bad it was ...my hand hung upto my knee Plus it rotated 360 degrees and in the middle of the most devastating day of my life ....i felt like laughing at the weirdness of it all ...i picked up my hand and went and sat down on the curb and kept my right hand in my lap .... people by this time had tried to stop the richshaw driver with no success, and one lady on her way to work came and helped me ..... i remember asking her, her name ..... but later i forgot her name and where she worked and felt so bad that i never really thanked her ... the bike was getting taken care of by my husband and i was so angry ...that a thing is more important than me ...i asked him to call a doctor we knew  and arrange for an ambulance, as i did not want to harm my hand anymore .....

i was sitting there when i realised something was drenching my saree and thought ohh dear ... my water bottle must have got spoilt ... and leaking ..when i looked i realised the bones were sticking out from a cut in my hand ...when one is groggy from a fall ...comprehension is foggy ... the wound in my hand was bleeding steadily and that was what i thought was water....i tried to cover the wound with my saree....just before the ambulance arrived the pain hit me and it was worse than Child Birth !!!!!!!!! boy the pain was excruciating to say the least and my hair had come undone and was all over my face and everywhere ...i had waist lenght hair then ...finally on reaching the hospital they cut up my clothes and cut my jewellery ...i was insisting they cut my rings too ..however a young doctor there was ...it is ok we can try and remove these rings if you co-operate ... it pained so much i was yelling at the doctor, in no time, to get the stuff cut open .... by this time my sister and brother in law who stay opposite the hospital had reached .....when she asked the doctor if i was ok .... he said ''at the rate she is yelling at us, i doubt anything happened to her head due to the accident'' however we will be doing an MRI to rule out any problem .....finally by this time the orthopedic arrived and he came and made me sit up ....examined my hand ...i was whimpering in pain ...this guy takes a second to set my hand in place .....and i think i will never forget the immense relief i got in that one second ...

i was given a simple cast and sent for an MRI ...then quite a few xrays were taken and i got admitted ...my phone was continuously ringing for some time as i knew students must have been waiting for me .....these were students from a pvt college and i was teaching an interdisciplinary elective for them ...banking and insurance .... they were scared of anything to do with economics as their cor subject was computers.... when i got a room in the hospital i called up the class representative and asked her to come meet me with someone else .....she reached in an hour's time with one more student and i took a quick class on the few remaining topics left .... revised what all we had covered so far and told the child to go help her class mates .... she left with a promise to do so ..... then i dictated the question paper to my husband who went and emailed it to the exam head in the said college ... the kids had two days for the exam ...and my operation was slotted for the next morning .....every time i moved i could feel the bones shifting and the shooting pain till my hand came back to normal position ... the next morning i went in for a four hour surgery and came out with 3 rods and quite a few nuts and bolts to keep them in place .......

i came to know what pain is all about .....

what a peak in pain threshold is all about ..... and how little i use my left hand ....luckily for me i too was born left handed like my younger brother after me ..... a thing my mom changed in me and my brother ..... initially i would hurt myself while brushing my teeth with my left hand .....however i got so good at it that .... even after 3 operations i am more left handed ....and can not wash my face with my right hand ....i am mostly left handed ....

the pain at that point was killing ....i just did not want to be awake ....and all i could think of is how unfair it all is ...since i had got back to teaching after so long ....and was really liking it at that point of time .....

that is life ....it shows you ....How your life DOES NOT flash in front of your eyes when you are about to die ......the last thing i remembered was ...ohh we are going to have an accident and i hit my head and fainted ..... for a minute !!! LOL ;)

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a blast from the past ....thanks to a snap ...

The Joshi Abhyankar serial murders have almost disappeared in the pages of history now. Very few within our generation have even heard of these stories, but it has indeed played a significant part in our past.
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The first murder took place on January 16, 1976. The victim, Prasad Hegde, was a classmate of the murderers. His father ran a small restaurant behind their college. The group of murderers decided to kidnap him for ransom. Picking him up on false pretence, they took him to Jakkal’s tin shed on Karve road and made him write a note to his father explaining that he had decided to leave home. They later strangled him and dropped his body by dumping it in an iron barrel, which they threw in the lake at Peshwe Park. They sent the note to his father the next day.

Now My reminisces about this snap and a bit more …. 

before the police found the dead body ….we the Panicker family went to Milton studio on MG road for this annual family photograph after which ...the family went for a picnic to the Peshwe Park with a picnic basket and home made tuck …
there is a pond in the park with a big stone or rock right at the edge of the water ...the common black rock of this region ...we kids were jumping and playing on it ….later when the story of the murder was published in the papers ...my parents noticed the time frame and where the body of the poor victim was found and they realised we had been playing on the rock near where the victim was found …. I remember hearing this story quite a few times ….
I had started formal school in June 1975 at the convent I passed out from and in October 75 ...I broke my left hand when the elder sibling pushed me off a wooden box we were climbing up and jumping down from ….when everyone got to know that my hand had broken and I was taken to the hospital by my Dad ….I was admitted to Ruby Hall Hospital ...the elder sibling got scared and got fever and an attack of measles ….then the younger sibling got measles ….and when I came back from hospital ...I too got measles....
so I missed quite a bit of Senior KG ….
I had skipped Lower KG nearly totally due to my fear of the Air Force truck which took me to the BRD school...as I had to sit on the floor of the truck and it was either dusty or muddy and I hated my uniform getting dirty and I used to bawl soooo loudly that my parents stopped my schooling ...
so when this snap was taken I had just joined back after quite a round of illness ...so the shoes are practically brand new ..
initially I would bawl to go to the convent too and then I broke my hand and got measles ...
when I was admitted to Ruby Hall Hospital ...I was sooo happy with a room with a phone and the works that I did not want to go home … I promised the nurse I would be back soon ...
and back I went to Ruby Hall Hospital in a siren blasting ambulance ...with a Proper crushed ulna, radius and humerus in 2006 …. it needed a 4 hour operation too …. however this time I wanted to run away from the excruciating pain and the hospital ...I argued and argued and got discharge on my own risk on the 4th day ….went to the college and took papers for correction ….and forced myself to correct with my left hand ….
Ironies in life are sooooooooo Weird ….