The day, when I couldn’t……

It was, I thought, a usual hangover and tried to move on with just another bright and humid morning of my last summer at Kharagpur, which later became my last morning at kgp. Muneish came to me to go for breakfast, I said “later yaar” but then agreed to go to Shantanu’s , never realized it’s my last “trip” outside LLR on my own. Felt a little dizzy after coming back to my room, so I lay down on my bed. It was a 5 minute nap when, “Abhishek….” somebody called outside, and I tried to get up, my left hand refused to move on its own, so I used right one to make it hang beside myself, ”how funny” I said to myself , and got up to walk.
Something didn’t let me walk, I said “crap”, and in a bid to move, I decided it’s better to lie on floor rather than falling.

Atul was on door, and I said “utha yaar”. I laughed on him when he failed to do so, not realizing it’s my body which has failed, he gathered other wingies who came to rescue me, I was literally pushed to bathroom and then on the way back, everyone was sweating and laughing , “what the hell” I said. I found myself on ground in another bid to move, it was Ankur who said “something is terribly wrong”, and used the emergency number I saved in my phone, in case anybody need an ambulance of BC Roy, without a second thought that this “anybody” would be me.

“Oh no, not BC Roy”, I said, and was picked up on a stretcher, sweating all over, and was taken to emergency. Old lady whispered to doctor “oh re baba, paralyzed”. “PARALYZED” I heard, “what??” I asked my friends, “nothing” they said. I was crying my heart out all the way to CT scan, the last thing I ever thought to do.

“Move to Apollo, Kolkata, call parents” all I heard and yes, ambulance siren on the highway.
I don’t remember what everyone was telling to me. “How”, “what next”, “why” were the questions, I was asking to myself. Every important moment came in my mind, with faces of every important person, as if I’m watching some movie in fast-forward mode.

In the hospital they asked a lot of question if I remember everything about me or not. And then, I was connected to life-saving equipments. I didn’t move on my own for a month, the only moving things were stretchers, wheelchairs, and of course people who moved me.

I survived and lived every day after 10 a.m., 11th May, 2008, only because of my parents, and my friends.

And I don’t know if this text will help me to regain every non-physical thing that I lost that morning. But, now, I genuinely do not believe to regret, as the point is to live in the present.