Circa: Feb, 2003<\/p>\n\n\n\n
I\u2019ve been asked several times these days, how does it feel to be out of hospital?<\/p>\n\n\n\n
And I reply, it always depends on whether you\u2019re coming out in a morgue van, or back home in a cab.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Fortunately, I came back home in a cab. Bones successfully joined, with the help of steel plate and a few screws. Thankfully not all of my friends, who\u2019re ever so ready to pull my leg, asked me, \u201cHave you been screwed?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
I wouldn\u2019t have answered that, keeping in mind the dual meaning the word carries.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
And to top it all, the homecoming was a joint one. Dad also came back with me, healthier than when we took him to hospital.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Father and son\u2026 One admitted to hospital due to heart attack, the other taken after breaking his bones in a motorbike accident, on consecutive days. Both admitted to the same hospital, in different rooms, on different floors. One not meeting the other (Dad was told I was on a reporting assignment and out of station). Both emotional with their own concerns\u2026 One, for not having youngest son around when he was unwell\u2026 The other, for being not able to see his father in the most difficult days of his life\u2026 Sounds almost like screenplay of a film, especially those coming in from Bollywood.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
A friend (Purushottam Kattel) had remarked during his visit, \u201cDon\u2019t tell David Dhavan. He\u2019s sure to make a film on it, starring Govinda.\u201d I\u2019m planning to tell David once I meet him (Kantipur Television will go on air in a few months, and you never know!).
Funny my friends are. Yet they\u2019re the best you could ever have. Hardly had I had a moment when I was left alone, or was in despair. Confined to the room (Not harmed badly, with the exception of one broken arm), I have felt blessed several times during past few days (two weeks in fact). During the entire stay in hospital, there was never a moment when I was short of anything. Lunch, beverages, snacks, chocolates, everything was brought in, by close friends. Friends staying overnight (one a night), sleeping on a carpet just beside my bed have made me emotional. They\u2019ve taken turns to stay, so that they could help, in case I needed it. There were times when I asked visitors what they\u2019d want to have, \u201cRolls, Coca Cola, Coffee, Tea?\u201d, while I was on bed. Imagine a patient asking his visitors that question. All because my friends had enough heart to bring them for me and even others. Never did they make me feel that they were short of funds.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
When a close friend (Shivesh Verma) came in to see me, alarmed at being notified of my accident, he enquired at the nurse station about a patient who\u2019s had an accident and had an arm broken (assuming that I\u2019d be hard to locate just on the basis of my name). The nurse replied, \u201cYou mean Somesh Verma? He\u2019s in room number 614.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Shivesh, who has been doing his MBBS, was shocked, and came to my room, exasperated, asking, \u201cWhat have you done man? They all know you by name.\u201d He knew that nurses don\u2019t remember names of patients and knew them by the complications they had. It was a testimony of number of visitors (read: friends) that came to see me. Those from office would bunk it, just to be with me. Others would try and find time to come and see me.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
It is natural to be pensive after going through an accident (especially on a busy Kathmandu road, where your life was at risk due to incoming vehicles). It\u2019s often said that everything happens for a reason and God tests you through his experiments. As I feel, this perhaps was a lesson for me, so that I can appreciate life much more. It has been an emotional rollercoaster for me, with regards to family. But on a bigger scale, it has been a moment that makes me appreciate the friends I have acquired through years and what they are to me. I\u2019ve learnt to appreciate them more (not that I never appreciated them), as they\u2019ve made me feel I\u2019m special and not alone at all. It would look too formal if I thank them, for it would mean so little. Yet the gratitude I have, even if I don\u2019t show it, is immense. Thank you fellas, for being there, when I needed you most!<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Circa: Feb, 2013 (4th, to be exact)<\/p>\n\n\n\n
A decade is a long time in a man\u2019s life, yet a tiny speck in timeline. You get lost, found, on multiple occasions. Life seems as it was, yet its meaning changes over a period of time. Some wisdom is acquired, while some innocence is lost in a span like this.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Reading a piece after a decade, makes you emotional (if it\u2019s a diary you hadn\u2019t opened in such a long time). Yet, it helps you appreciate what you\u2019ve had, all along.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
That accident definitely changed yours truly\u2019s life. It\u2019s amazing that a simple accident like that (not life threatening by any means) could mean so much. But the meaning is in the way you take it, through every event of life. Sounds like a lecture here, but it happens to be true.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Of all the friends that made such an impact in my life then, I\u2019m blessed to have most of them around. Yes, some have distanced themselves by their own acts; some have been distanced through acts of yours truly, yet most have had the courage to stick by me, for all these years. And for that, they need to be appreciated. Further, they need to be congratulated (for the patience they\u2019ve shown in handling me). I\u2019ve been lucky to have your love (still!).<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Yours truly reckons that some of his innocence has been lost over the years (even if there\u2019s no gain in the wisdom part) and that shall continue to happen in times to come. Hopefully, some of their patience rubs off on me and I become less difficult a person (that I am, by my own admission).<\/p>\n\n\n\n
For the ones, I\u2019ve been able to keep, I am grateful (to them invariably) and for the ones whom I\u2019ve lost over the years, I\u2019ve no regrets. Life goes on and I don\u2019t know how I\u2019d view that incident, as another decade passes by. Hopefully, I\u2019d be a bit wiser.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
And yes, despite working in nation\u2019s premier Television Channel for a decade, I\u2019m yet to meet David Dhawan and tell him my story.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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