I’m loving it!

Now my life isn’t that boring. There are lots and lots of exciting things happening. But I just don’t feel like writing because otherwise I wouldn’t know where to start from. The most interesting thing about my life now is its unpredictability. I am a person who used to plan out everything in my life. The last 3 months taught me to take life more easily.
Eventful!!! That was the last 3 months.
I came to know the person who had been hiding inside me. I like her better than the old me. My dad and mum came to drop me in Delhi. And on the eve of my joining, my dad had a heart attack and he was in the hospital. I went to join my new college seeing my dad in the midst of tubes in the ICU. He was then shifted to one of the best heart speciality hospitals in Delhi. He was in the ICU for 6 days and they performed a surgery. I liked the way I handled the whole situation, supporting my mum who was so lost in this new place. I was able to heave a sigh of relief only after they landed in Trivandrum.
So I thought the worst was over. What more can happen? I will just go through the last 1 month of my life. I am unsure of how many people actually read this blog. This serves more as a memoir for me so that I can understand how I was at each point of time. So here goes... I’ll start of from September 3rd , 2008– the day before I turned 22 and the day our first minor test got over.
September 3rd , Thursday:
11.30pm – I get a call from my class mate asking me to come to department as I have to discuss with them about the teacher’s day celebrations. I didn’t suspect anything even though all of us in the mallu gang meet at 12 am for each others birthday because it was no onoe from the ‘gang’ calling and the reason seemed genuine.
11.45pm – I reach department to find no one concerned there and wondering what is happening.
September 4th:
12 am – People appear out of no where and I am taken into a room where there is a big birthday cake! Yea, it was the most surprising birthday celebration I had with almost half the class there.
1 am - I am sitting with the members of the mallu gang at Nescafe where we had a small celebration again.
3 am- I was washing out the cake from my hair
8 am – I wake up for breakfast and start working on the invite I have to give the teachers for the teacher’s day celebration.
10 am – I succumb to the pressure of my friends and go for “Rock on”
2pm- We return back to campus
5pm- I finish the invite and rush to class
9pm – Class is over and I start with the compering script for the next day
Friday , September 5th, :
1.30 am – I am in the lounge with Joseph and still half way through the script
9 am- I wake up with high fever and go back to sleep after taking a crocin.
2 pm – I wake up remembering about the event I hav to compere at 5.30 pm
5.30 pm – I am on the stage dressed in complete formals feeling really tired.
7.30 pm – I collapse after getting down the stage
10.00pm- I am admitted in the IIT hospital with 104 degree temperature and the duty doc wouldn’t allow me to travel in such a situation to my local guardian’s place. I understood the reason once I tried to stand up and fell back in the bed with my head spinning. Thanks to Sreejith who stayed back all night for me.
Saturday, September 6th:
5 am – I left for my local guardian’s place. My roomie packed my bag as I might have to stay there till Monday.
7am – I reach there and went directly to the bed.
9pm – I understand that its not the ordinary viral fever I always get. I don’t feel any temperature but the thermometer shows nothing less than 100 degree at any point of time. Finally, my local guardian and I concluded that the instrument was damaged.
Sunday, September 7th:
10am- I am taken to hospital so that I will be fit and fine to return by monday or latest Wednesday. The doctor says I am having some kind of viral fever and have to take numerous blood tests.
5pm – The result of blood test states that I have a very low platelet count but the dengue test is negative.
Monday, September 8th:
9 am – My father tells me to get into the flight at 4.30 pm from Delhi to Trivandrum.
3.30 pm – I reach airport and am taken around in a wheel chair
10.30pm – I reach Trivandrum half dead with practically no luggage. During the flight I understood that I couldn't even stand straight without someone helping me. All I could remember was being pushed in the wheel chair to my mother who came running to hug me.
That was too much for my family as my dad had returned from Delhi, in the same flight, one and a half months back, the same manner – in a wheel chair.
Tuesday, September 9th:
10 am: I am at the hospital trying my best not to trouble the people there and trying to walk. But in vain, I needed a wheel chair. I fainted in the wheel chair and was transferred to a stretcher and I just remember people running around me, pushing me to get medicines that would revive me. My doctor congratulated me for making it alone in this condition
Nothing much happened in the next 1 week with me in the hospital. I tried to cheer up my mother who was really down by this time. I don’t blame her. Her husband was saved from almost death, her father was hospitalised for the previous 2 weeks and her daughter was now lying, u can say almost dead, with some deadly disease. I was so pale and lost 5 kg in 5 days that people hardly recognised me.
I recovered... my doctor gives credit to my diet and my age for the rate at which I got back. I was so proud. I think he never thought seeing my frame work that I will get over it in such a short time. But then it took me almost a month to be back to what I was and that too with strict diet and not doing anything. Big thanks to all my class mates and even seniors at DMS. Everyone did what ever they could to make sure that I wasn’t missing anything and that I was comfortable.
Why I wrote this was to understand when I read it back I will understand that there are things that are not in my hand or any ones. Things can go wrong however well we plan. When I was cutting that cake, little did I know that I was going to be home in 4 days!
So here I am back in Delhi... I missed 5 weeks of classes on the whole. Today it is the 12th of October and at 11pm I am writing my blog. I have a presentation tomorrow at 10 am for which I hav to start preparing. Then another one on Tuesday at 9 am - for which my group hasn’t even decided the topic. From Wednesday to Sunday we have the minor test 2.
What will I say... I haven’t even attended a single class from 1st minor. Leave alone studying!
I am looking forward to the chilling cold that starts in November. I have never stayed at a place below 10 degree for more than a week. That sounds fun. After minors, we get our sem break and diwali clubbed. We all have to go winter shopping by then. Then there will be major exams by November end. Then we have to start a whole lot of planning for Parivartan – the annual B fest of DMS, IIT delhi and I am in the organising committee of this huge event or “Pari” as we all fondly call it.
Now I know nothing will go if we plan. I am taking life as it comes – not pressurising me or anyone around. I know everything happens for a reason and I trust the person above blindly. He will let only the best things happen to us. I never troubled him or became angry at what He did to me or my dad. I just prayed that He give me and my family the strength to come out of the testing times.
Life goes on... And I’m loving it!!!