WOUND WITH THE WIND....

Almost all people have some significant memory of their childhood. Be it of getting scolded, of having indulged in fights or meeting with an accident. The last Saturday (19th April) was a day I shall never forget.
Just like any other normal day, I went for my weekend Maths coaching. Hardly had five minutes passed, that the ceiling fan suddenly started feeling bored and decided to take a break. Down came the 'till then very well working' fan, smoothly slashed my left cheek and crash-landed against the wall.
All of it was so sudden and unexpected. My face felt so numb, and only when the hot blood started dripping, did I realize that I had been hit.
What a scene it was!! Sir rushed me to the nearest hospital to get the wound bandaged, and called my parents. After consulting all the family doctors and other experts, it was decided that I would have to get stitches. That word in itself made me dizzy. I must admit, I was initially scared to hell!
However, the hospital wasn't as bad as I had thought it would be. It was probably the girly spirit in me that gave me the strength to take 'selfies' even at that moment.
The experience in the Operating Theater was even more exciting. The image in my mind for an OT till then had been of a typical large and quiet room, with dull grey walls, lots of machines and equipment and medicines and doctors. What I saw was incredibly Indian! There were some 3-4 rooms within the Operating Area and lots of noise, chatter, scattered newspapers, a loud FM and doctors casually taking calls. Even in my room, the nurses were busy chatting and gossiping while they assembled all the material. A few surgeries were lined up and I had to wait for sometime. Luckily, my nanu had come over to our place, who being a doctor, was allowed to accompany me inside. That somehow lessened my anxiety.
It was a 45-minute surgery and I got around 20 stitches in multiple layers. The cut wasn't very long but was quite deep, almost an inch. Thanks to anesthesia, I did not feel any pain.
 Worse than a wound, is the side-effect of the pills that are prescribed afterwards. The painkillers caused a hell lot of lethargy and drowsiness and the antibiotics messed up with the stomach.
Today, exactly a week after the horrifying incident, I got my stitches removed and am feeling quite better.

What I am feeling glad about is, that the blade of the fan did not hit me near the eyes or chin or forehead. It was indeed God's miracle that saved me from a fatal injury.

'Selfie' in the hospital

A day after the surgery

INCREDIBLE INDIAN.......!!

Barring exceptions, an average Indian is highly impulsive and quite irrational. Sad, but true. We live so much in the present that we lose all our farsightedness. People are habitual of being judgmental and rarely make fair and balanced decisions. We believe more in emotions and the trend, and less in evidence or reason.

We can go gaga over something and can be highly capricious even at the smallest flaw.  Yuvraj's performance this time disappointed everyone. Definitely, we had high hopes from our star but the way he has been blamed and condemned for being the reason for India’s defeat, is very unjust. Man of the match, man of the series during Under-15 and Under-19 World Cup and remembered greatly for his six sixes, the dauntless person who fought cancer is suddenly a loser for the people…! Just imagine, people pelted stones at his house just because he was not in form this time..! This behaviour is not only uncouth but also disgraceful and shameful...!! Is this the spirit sports inculcate in us..? These vandals just cannot be cricket fans...

Even the Aam Admi party has been subject to the same fate. In the initial months, it was an ideal of honesty, a savior of democracy, an advocate of the common man and what not. Now, just because the few months old party could not manage itself properly, the same people who were all praises for AAP, have now turned their backs to it. It is true that much more was expected of AAP and their immature and 'contradicting their own statements' attitude has broken faith, but their intentions and working are still far better than the corrupt and selfish parties, who have done little for the country. We tend to get so carried away by emotions of the moment, that we lose our ability to think about something from all directions...

Also, the people have to be shaken from their slumber of ignorance time to time. Anna's anti-corruption movement had awakened people, strengthened them and boosted morale. That positive and invigorating wave could have brought lot many changes, if it could last for long. But what happened, everything died down with time…

Last, but not the least, Indians can pass off as great hypocrites! Our words and actions do not match. We talk of equality on one hand, and favour the influential on the other. We support secularism but indulge greatly in caste politics. We speak of women empowerment, and beat, burn and bury the aspirations of a woman in the male dominated society.

My purpose is not to defame us Indians, but bring out our flaws. Indians are the most hardworking and have great calibre and potential. Our intentions are rarely bad, but unfortunately our attitude is.

We have to get over daily trifles, petty issues and value a person on account of merit, not one’s gender, caste or power.  We have to be clear, practical, and logical and learn to walk the talk. Only then can we make the best out of our strength, our population, and climb the stairs of development…