Yesterday, Charvi could not take along the animal pictures to school which she was supposed to, because of the last minute print i tried to take and the printer showing the tough ways.Bus arrived and she left. Printer worked ok after that, and I quickly took the print outs,labelled them, put in envelope, took Nishka and ran down to the parking, pulled out the car and rushed to reach her school in time. I managed to hand over those to the security and started back again. While returning,Nishka became restless and hence managing the car with right hand and Nishka with other, i missed the balance for a split second and ...what...i also escaped the near death, could be fatal accident of that day. It was the second time i experienced such a thing, and both happened while touring to Charvi's school. Well..why i mentioned this, is because of two reasons. One-avoid driving with infants without attendant, and two- the beautiful serene morning I experienced, strongly reminded of Pune mornings. Twice i had driven out during early hours in Pune and those were the beautiful times.
But,the last days of Pune were not that beautiful. My father who had come to help us out in the movement, encountered a severe heart attack just before an hour of his scheduled departure with my mom from Pune.It was 7th April'12. We had already vacated the house a day before and were put up at the hotel. Doctors scared us big time[ i am using the word scared because thats what i felt when the doctors team of so called alpha chain of hospital(i do not wish to take the name) tried to take the advantage of our fears and ignorance of the medical technicalities and the delicacy of the time]. Doctors asked me take the decision within ten minutes of time, whether my father should be operated or not.His angiography had been done which reported two blockages with 60 and 80 percent each. They told me that being the closest blood relative available there and my mother being almost paralyzed by the fearful thoughts, i was supposed to give away the green for his operation. My brothers whom i talked to on the phone, told me that whatever decision i would make, would be their decision too. They entrusted my father onto Dheeraj and myself.My dilemma was neither for the hefty amount they qouted, nor regarding the capabilities of the doctors, but for the fact that- was that surgery appropriate for him then and there or should he be considered for a second opinion. Within that crucial ten minutes, we spoke to a heart surgeon through a friend and one of our relative who is a doctor himself. Both advised that most importantly -with the kind of blocakges he had and seeing that we had no home there anymore, and that it would not be feasible for him to follow up in Pune for future treatments, he should be made stable and then taken to his home town and then be operated within a months time. It was the toughest moment of my life, to see my mother dipping every moment in the abyss of worries and my father laying at the hands of those so called best doctors who tried their best to make the most (financial benefits) out of our emotions, and then to take the best decision about my father's life. I signed off the consent that my father be made stable and then releived to be sent home. Both my brothers reached Pune by next day early morning. We cancelled our tickets and all of us stayed back for next five days till the hospital declaread my father safe. My brother flew him to Ahmedabad after that, consulted other doctors and they gave my father the time of a month to make up his mind for getting operated, because he was not very willing for the same. After a month,on 14th May, he got operated in Ahmedabad. We went there and then I went to Valsad with my parents and stayed there for about a month.Thankfully everything turned out well, and he has recovered completely. But incidents like escaping the fatalities by the hairstrand chances, always reminds me of the repurcussions a wrong decision, a foul moment and the destined event can bring about in life. It revisingly points out the bittermost truth of life, that the life is not permanent, that happiness is not permanent, sorrow is not permanent.....nothing is permanent...so live every moment with the utmost honesty towards -yourself atleast.
Such incidents also reminds me of the importance of those people in my life, whom I love and those who have enriched my life with their love.
