I am back...and fine...

A week filled with the most unexpected and strenuous happenings passed by…I just feel that it was just yesterday when I landed in the New Terminal with my heart beating fast with the uncertainty of my dad’s health…And now, I am back home…and within hours I would be getting ready to resume my official duties…Why so…why does Out of Office status change so fast to Back in Office…Especially, when you couldn’t actually enjoy your vacation, it makes it more difficult to actually drag yourself to your office chair…For me, as you all know, days at hospital and the essential/unavoidable house visits took off almost all of my vacation…

Now sitting on my bed, I was wondering…Am I actually happy to be back or sad…For strange reasons, this time, I am genuinely happy to be back…inside my room, where I could feel the breath of peace of mind…What was it, that actually made me wish IF I was back…if I start quoting them down, maybe I might get some umpteen reasons…and then majority of you might feel, I am being too silly…but then, truth is…somehow, I was not feeling comfortable there in my native land…Amidst all my family members, I felt Lonely...I never show it out, what I feel…I always act as if I am strong and is right there with them…But, in real…My inner heart was wishing hard…If only I was away from them…from everybody…from my family…

But then, something that I got to realize this time was… “At the end of the day, everybody would have their own priorities and favourites…and You shouldn’t expect people to care for you the same way as You might care for them…”… As I had said once before, I am a Sentimental Idiot…and wish to always get lots of pampering and love and support, atleast from those who I pour my affection…When, small instances of opposing character comes up, I get upset, inside..while outside I might be boldly fighting it off…

This time, confrontations were many…In just 5-6 days, I had to listen to atleast 3-4 different opinions to matters pertaining to my life…When somebody blindly confronted for her sister; somebody confronted for herself and some others for people who they have NO remote idea what the truth could be…Everybody had reasons…and that was, THEY CARED MORE FOR THEM…atleast tht was what I understood…Nobody actually thought twice, if there was substance on the other side…A display of Partiality, maybe…So, at the end, I had to defend myself…for my behavior, for my cause…As I felt, I was getting cornered, I felt as if I was choking to death…fighting off the tears that could have burnt down my charade was difficult…still…

I can’t blame anybody…Bcoz, after all, even if it was me, I too would do the same…even if someone try pointing out mistakes of my loved ones, I might fight back…But what was hurting was, all those people who confronted me, where the same loved ones, that I would have sacrificed my life for…I felt sad, when not a single person, actually saw what I might be going through…As they preached hard on the Universal Theory of “TAKE IT SILENTLY…BY FIGHTING BACK, U R LOOSING YOUR CREDIBILITY” or “WE SUPPORT HIM, BCOZ WE KNOW HE IS NICE…” etc etc…But then, what I don’t understand is…How can somebody take Insult and Hatred continuously, without at some point losing your cool…(Maybe I need to learn to do that)…How can somebody judge a person just for the way he/she behaves to them, when it is a completely different person who is seeing the Real self of the other…How can we judge if “All that Glitters is Gold…”

Ok, I am frustrated..or rather was frustrated…Now, I am fine..back in my space…I can live my life without hollow advices or one sided judgments…

As on the update…My dad is fine now…He is discharged from Hospital and is slowly recovering, with strict restrictions on Food, highly monitored and controlled exercises and medication…He is feeling terrible with this State of Health, but then he’s slowly getting used to reality…

My Uncle’s son’s marriage and reception party went on well…and amidst hospital duty, I could attend the function, as dad was forcing me to attend them as he felt, it wasn’t right for us to not attend it…Especially, when dad was in ICU and all that I was or could do was sit outside in the corridors…

My Aunt’s daughter got engaged to the North Indian boy…finally…The boy had proposed to her years back and she never accepted it knowing her father hated love marriages…But years later…when the boy again approached my uncle directly with his interest to marry my cousin…my uncle gave it a thought…Finally, he said YES, when he realized that it was always better to send her daughter with somebody who love her more than her wealth…A Ring Exchange function was arranged in Short Notice…and I felt so happy seeing her smiling face…She was happy…so was he…

A day of Strike by the Communist Party made the roads almost near to empty and I had no more time to finish my House Visits…So after years, I drove a Scooter, as getting out into the roads in a car meant, you could get a shower of stone rain any time by the party workers…Borrowed from my cousin, the Hero Honda Pleasure was really cool… I took my son around, who enjoyed the bike ride too (he wouldn’t just get down from it later)…It was fun…but..left me with a bad Sun Tan, bad back pain (my earlier issue was already worsening with the Hospital duty and this might have aggravated it…Lol, I know, I was not supposed to ride a scooter with Neuro problem)…

And hey, I met an Old Friend…almost after 15-18 years…and guess what, He was the first one to propose me his love…at the age of 11…heheh!!! He was shocked to see me after this many years…He said, I have changed a lot in my looks, but still the same in my behavior and nature (grr…he meant my non-stop talking…)…He was so happy that we met…and thanked me for initiating the meeting…Thanks to him, that he never forgot me…Bcoz, on the phone, as soon as I mentioned a common friend’s name…he asked if it was me…sooo, that was nice…He is into TV Anchoring and stuff now a days and saved some Autorikshaw charges when he happily volunteered to be my Chauffeur, lol!!! We shared some nostalgic memories from our childhood and that was nice and refreshing…

So on the whole, I have had lot of bad times and some really good times too…While I regret some of them, I am happy some others did happen…As for the good things that happened would stay in my heart and would make me fresh…and the bad things would teach me to be strong and even change myself, atleast in some way or other…Whatever said and done…

I am back…and I am fine…

Thanks to You, U & Youuuuu...

I still can’t imagine that today actually happened in my life…and how could I sit in front of this computer, now at this hour of the night and find the strength to put my experience down into pages… I have seen almost all sort of emotions a human being could take in…In a single day…not that, I was ever devoid of all sort of mixture of experiences…but today…it all just happened…and I was going through it…a crowd was around me as a support, still I felt I was alone…why…bcoz a life was at stake at the other end of my story…Life of my father…

What were the emotions that I went thru today…if I try jotting it down…I had to act as if I was the most happiest when I was almost bursting into tears…I joked and had fun, when my heart burned…I wished if I could know what was going to happen the next moment…I feared the worst…tears, smiles, fears, uncertainty, confusion, doubt, blankness and after everything relief and happiness…that was my last 24 hours…I wanted to put it into words, so that someday years later, I could read it and realize the value of so many things, that we may otherwise tend to forget…

Yesterday at around 1600hrs I was on my way back from office…if u guys remember, I had posted in my last blog that I was travelling… happily looking forward for the short but surely the sweetest trip, I was hurrying to reach home…and … I found myself stuck in traffic..just because some stupid driver decided to drive harshly and bang against other cars blocking the whole road…crossing the traffic, I was just minutes away from my home… I knew my mom and son was almost ready to start to the Airport…TRINGGGG…TRINGGGGGG…. I hated
that ring tone always…but this time…as I saw my aunt’s name blinking, I disconnected the call and gave a ring back…expecting a cheerful “WHEN WILL U REACH…”…but…what I heard was… “Dear, Jeeju is not feeling well…we are taking him to hospital… might have to admit him…”… Shocked, I was… “What…Aunty…What…What happened to dad…???”… Whatever she said went above my head…before I could even imagine tears tickled my cheeks…and I was trying hard to see the road through the tears…I just knew one thing… “DON’T LET MOM KNOW, TILL WE REACH INDIA…”

Wiping tears and putting on a false smile I entered my home…and the moments after that were nothing less that torture…my mom, who was so excited about the trip and impending marriage…was busy…getting dressed, doing last minute packing…adding some extra things… arranging Sari..and so on…I was trying hard to walk around…my tears transformed into anger and I kept on finding faults in my son or anything around me and I shouted for no reason…my brother who soon came in screamed at me and warned me not to give even a hint of the bad news to Mom…I continued acting…. A total of 12 hours I went on so…early morning 4…we were almost about to land…I succeeded in hiding the news from my mom…

As my mom started making plans for what she would be doing once she reach…I had to tell…I said… “Mom, lets not make plans..we might have to go somewhere else…” and the first drop of tears fell off my eyes…Mom might have known something was not right…She gave me few moments before she asked me WHAT…I could not say much…just that dad might not come to pick us up at airport…as he was planning to go for a checkup at the hospital…I lied saying dad had called to inform the same…She knew, things were not that simple as I tried putting forth… After 4 hours…I found myself standing in front of Intensive Cardiac Care Unit…I wanted to see my dad…I wasn’t allowed…as they wanted the doctor to let us know what is the course of action…

101 advices were drowning me… “Don’t listen to the doctor…Your father was absolutely fine…If they ask to do some Angioplasty…Don’t agree…The doctors just want to squeeze money out…” and so on went the suggestions…all of them loved my dad a lot and just didn’t want to think that he might be really sick…at the end, my cousin said… “Don’t listen to anything…u talk to the doctor urself..and then u decide what to be done…”…Tears wouldn’t just stop…occasional dramatic laughs did try to relieve me off the pain I was going through…(remember, my mom was still not even half aware of the situation and was at home waiting for an information from me…)…Empty stomached and sleepless me was waiting with praying heart for some positive news….But…

As the main doctor dashed out, he just said… “He will be taken to the Cath Lab in an hour…for Angiogram…We can decide what next only after the Angiogram…”… “But Doctor…” uhmm No answer…he just dashed out…I knew…It wasn’t easy moments for me…As I stared at the doctor walking off, a Nurse came behind us… holding the Consent paper asking for an authorized signature…I woke up as if from a trance…and declared… “NO…I WOULDN’T AGREE TO SIGN UNTIL AND UNLESS I CAN MEET MY DAD…”..thus they let me into the ICCU…and I saw my dad there with wires on both hands… He behaved normal… “When did u reach…where is mom…where is your son…I have no problem…they are mad…unnecessarily admitted me and now wants all sort of stuff
done…”… I just said… “Uhm…now u just keep quiet… I will give you a piece of my mind once you are out of here…Now, tell me..they have asked for an Angio..Can I sign the consent letter…”…Just an Hmmm came as an answer…I knew, my acting skills was coming to an end…I just walked out of the Unit… crying hard against my aunt’s chest…Mom needed to be informed atleast now… She was told if not everything, atleast something…

As we waited outside the Cath Lab for a positive news from the doctors… seconds felt like months and minutes like years… relatives kept on pouring and the mobile phone kept on ringing..and I kept on crying…bcoz, every time, I was trying to keep myself together, I was losing it… remember, my brother couldn’t manage to get his leave to come for the marriage…and even my hubby was out of station for official reasons…Basically, it was just me and mom…who was actually destined to face it … Trust me; my mom’s sister, my aunt didn’t leave us for a second in spite of her high fever…My dad’s brother, my uncle was continuously trying to cheer me up with hugs and jokes…I tried my level best to be strong or atleast act that I was strong…

Soon the doors opened…I was called in…my aunt joined me in…Good or bad news…I was just about to hear… Bad news…Dad had some 4 blocks and needed immediate action…A Bypass or an Angioplasty…I could see my father on the operation table, all awake…he was still connected to the instruments of Angiogram, I suppose… I said…”I want Mom to see dad before we tell mom what is the truth…We will go for Angioplasty…But let mom
meet dad first…”…As my aunt was coaxing my mom to come inside, I went near my dad and started talking some stupid stuff…Like.. “ha, dad, u didn’t put on ur hair dye…when people come to visit u, they will make fun of u…Enjoy this royal treatment… bcoz once u r out of hospital…u will not get this much extra care…” I laughed…holding my tears behind that broad stupid smile…He too acted well… but wasn’t as good as me…bcoz soon I saw tears trickling down his eyes…and I was done…

As I dashed out…I wasn’t quick enough to hide my tears from my Mom who was walking in…NOW, she knew, things are not good… I saw my mom coming out almost as soon as she went in…She couldn’t dare stand near dad…seeing his tears…neither could she act well and hide her tears…She just wept… “I don’t want to see…”As I walked all alone through the busy corridors to pay the advance amount of above 200 thousand, I thanked my Gods for the credit card I was holding…If not for that, what would I have done at that moment…Neither my uncle nor my aunt would have been able to arrange that amount within minutes of the decision…my brother was almost continuously calling me on phone, anxious to know WHAT…As I reached the billing, I was crying…inconsolably…yet none to console other than my brother on the other line of the phone…I knew people were staring at me… Sympathetic glances reached me…

As soon as the Receipt was given to the Nurse, think they might have started the procedure…I couldn’t face my mom…I could see her at one corner of the area…I walked off to another part of the hospital...cried… Spoke on the phone with my loved ones…It wasn’t a relief…but yet, I had someone to cry to…I knew I was putting anybody who spoke to me on phone in pain too…but I needed some wall to lean against… Concern also grew for my uncle…who also had recent medical issues and was sitting with us without any food or medicine for almost 8 hours now…and he wouldn’t budge unless I decide to eat something…my cousin who was to be married in 2 days came in and finally, I forced everybody to go down to the canteen for some lunch leaving my cousin at the Cath Lab door…tears was in generous amount…still…we managed to swallow something…

My aunt’s fever was rising and her face looked like hell due fatigue…neither would she listen, when we asked her to go home and take rest…and again… TRINGGG… “Doctor wants to see you…Please come fast”…I ran without even properly washing my hands...leaving my uncle and mom …warning both of them to finish the lunch…Like before, I and aunt entered the Cath Lab Monitors room and it was Good news..finally…Angioplasty was over.. successfully… the doctor’s words were… “I should say..by god’s grace, we had no complications…else it could have been really bad…”…he further showed us the Visual video of the heart blocks and later the procedure and finally my dad’s block-free heart, its veins and the blood flow…As I watched, I could see thru the glass door, my dad in the other room and he was trying hard to wave at me…I waved too…

As I walked out, I could see my mom’s anxious face… looking for good news...and I burst into a scream…crying hard with joy and relief…As I hugged my mom…we both cried…and as I turned towards my uncle…for the first time the whole day…I saw my uncle, holding onto the handles of the chair and trying hard to control his tears…as I hugged him…he too cried inconsolably…It was tears of relief…and joy…I saw my aunt, immediately passing the information to my brother and husband…the corridor was filled with people who loved us...who loved my dad… That moment, I knew…All of them, was trying hard to support me and my family by not breaking down in front of us and scaring us more… But, now…we were celebrating…We all thanked god, for showing us the problem in the right time and giving us a chance to rectify…

Love you God… and thanks a lot for your care and blessings you showered upon my dad and us…
Love you my family…and thanks a lot for all your support and prayers…
Love you doctors…and thanks a lot for all the extra effort that you took to keep me consoled and informed…
Love you, you and you especially… for the concern filled calls and the consoling and the support and the prayers and the offers to help; physically, financially and mentally…

My dad would be right now sleeping safely in that ICCU…and soon I can meet him in the ward by tomorrow afternoon… My mom is right at the door steps of that ICCU, just in case he wants her in the night…But…

"Feeling gratitude and not expressing it is like wrapping a present and not giving it." I would never want to do that and today all I want to repeatedly say ...

My Heartfelt Thanks to you, you and you...

NB: What happened to my dad was…once he came for this vacation for my cousin’s marriage, as he climbed up and down the stairs (which never happened abroad – as he used the lift and had no Exercises at all)..he was experiencing a sort of uneasiness while breathing…As he said this to my aunt, she asked my dad to see a doctor who was a relative too…He doubted some problem and asked to do some blood reports and ECG…A variation in the ECG along with high Sugar and Cholesterol revealed a shocking truth…that my father had already had a Heart Attack…due the high Sugar level, it was never noticed…In Medical world, it is usually termed as Silent Attack … If at all, he hadn’t come for this vacation…he would have never had any exertion and wouldn’t have noticed such uneasiness and we would have never known that he was being silently attacked by dangerous blocks in his heart…

The Bow-Bow Lady...

OK OK…I AM LAZY…or rather OFF mood…or maybe LOST…or BLANK…uhmm… why simply beat around the bush…Let me just admit…I didn’t post any blog for an endless list of reasons which might not sound good enough for you…So I am just shutting myself up from trying to explain myself…Haa…afterall that was what I was told to…U DON’T HAVE TO EXPLAIN THIS MUCH…Gosh, how can I be so…God Knows…

Things haven’t been too good at my end…After all those different ailments I had, I am now finally roaming around like ZOMBIE with a LONG BROAD NECK…haa..A collar..the last thing I wanted…and the first thing the doctor wanted…At times, I think, why do the doctors have to be so sweet, when they have different plans for the unlucky idiot sitting in front of him…In my case..Lemme change the Idiot part to Unlucky Innocent Young Sweetheart…hmmm..(coughing…I am sure, many of u want to, too…)

Ok, so, I have been having this pain behind my back…just below the neck and at different points where the arms intersect with my shoulder and the back…The positions are such strange places that my poor little hand could never reach those points to press or massage them myself…Naturally, I had to resort to every TOM, DICK & HARRY…bcoz the Shame (I should be having being a woman…) was much less compared to the Pain I have…rather the Attack of Pain…

People might frown or stare at me in disbelief when I ask the Philipino Colleague to just hit my back at that specific point…or when I ask any one of the random person passing by me in my office to just push their finger into my neck…Or when I leaned against the Tissue paper box kept behind my back...What to do, I couldn’t care less..bcoz the pain was and is that bad…even as I am jotting this down…my neck is killing me and how I wish I had somebody around me to hit me right now over there…They have all gone for a seminar…Why am I here…OH, missed telling u tht…I couldn’t go…BCOZZZZZZZZ….I am travelling today…heheh!!!To my Grandpa…that’s the happy part..Sad part is before I could open my eyes, I would be back here, sitting in front of this computer again…As I am going just for 4 days and that too to attend my first cousin’s marriage…So the trip is going to be hectic…hmmm…

So back to my Neck…So, this pain was hurting me once a while before..but from last 1-2 months, the frequency rose..and it so reached a point when I knew, I could take it NO MORE….I dashed into the Ortho department and put forward my case in a hope of having a miraculous quick recovery…After the Xray…the doctor confirmed something…hehe!!! I am a Girl who wouldn’t bend her Spines…grrr….All my life, I have heard people saying…Don’t bend your spine (when somebody behave too geeky…)…In my case, the issue was that the so called Cervical Spine which should be having a Curve, doesn’t have that natural curve and that along with my working style (on computers mostly)…contributed to inflammate the whole of my back in such intense manner that immediate Physiotherapy along with Pain Killers was the first set of treatment…

Physiotherapy sessions were cool…How I wished…I could buy one of those machines, which gave such relieving vibrations on the area that was hurting me…But unfortunately, my hope for a sudden magical disappearance of my pain didn’t happen…Thus after 2 weeks of physio, the doctor asked me sweetly, “Will it be OK for you to wear a collar…”…Proudly I said… “Collar…haa..people can see that right??? That’s a shame…NOOO…no need…”…Doctor replied… “OK…But u have to wear IT…” …I couldn’t believe it…I thought he was asking my permission…”But doctor…”….he didn’t let me finish the lines… “NO Buts, dear…wear it…and I advise that u remove it only while bathing and sleeping…Continue with painkillers and another set of physio …”

Grrr….The next working day, the Zombie entered the office…grrrr…I didn’t mind wearing it…but explaining it to others was hectic…I stopped myself from even walking to the Washroom, just in case another person decided to show their sympathy…Anyways, in between, the SELF-PROCLAIMED DOCTOR MIND in me, decided that I can survive even without the collar…SO I removed it…and the pain rouse again…Back to the doctor’s room I reached 6 days back…

This time, doctor was more worse…5 injections every alternate day…I had to show my back every alternate day to the Nurse for them to mercilessly inject those red coloured fluid into my back…IT IS PAINFUL…I am just done with the 3rd yesterday eve…and trust me, its not a good experience…Even the feeling of this fluid getting into ur body is as if a thousand needles being pricked into ur skin….I am surviving…Need to undergo an MRI scan too…the Insurance approval came in yesterday and happily, I dint get appointment for MRI…they are toooooo busy….uhm…As I am travelling, need to wait till I come back…and then again ask for a Re-Approval…grrr…

Trust me, friends…my hubby jokingly said.. (I do fear it seriously)…Next time, when the Insurance guys see my application for renewal, they are going to REJECT me…As they have had seen my name almost every month and should have byhearted my whole history by now…I am tooooooooo expensive for them…They might be still blaming their ill fate for providing me their insurance at the first place…But, really…THANK GOD…I AM INSURED…hehe!!

So, now you guys can understand me, right???…Why wasn’t I updating my blog…Its not easy to keep typing with this band around my neck…as if somebody is trying to squeeze air out of my lungs…Having food is worst…My imagination really goes wild with new ideas after this…I started imagining a ' Police Machine in my throat…which stops all sort of Food Items and then ask them…Pay your Toll amount and then proceed…they pay it and then find their way to my stomach'…Oh yes, I am not exaggerating..the collar really stopped the food at my throat and I could feel it move down slowly from there…and I hated it…So, I gave a slight change to the Doctor’s exception List…

“Remove it Whenever I feel like…” heheh!!!

Am I not coolllllll…??? Ohhhh, how I love my Intelligent Brain…

By the by, forgot to mention….I am giving rest to my collar buddy for the next five days…I wouldn’t want to spoil my Cool Cool Image when I am back home and Never when I am clad in the Sari and instead of Gold Jewellery walk around with the Neck Collar…I can imagine them imagining me to be _____in the collar...lol!!! What if they realise some similarity or even resemblance....NOOOO!!!! I cant risk earning a new nick name this time…

The Bow-Bow Lady…

Love You...

I wasn’t anywhere near the TV…not bcoz I was not a Cricket Maniac…but, I was scared…Lol…yes, I was scared, what IF I proved unlucky for India…I felt, Maybe IF I watch India might not win…Am I right or wrong, doesn’t matter any more…bcoz, India WON…Hurrayyyyyyyyy…Yippeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee…they won…Team India kissed the world cup earlier tonight on behalf of billions of Indians all around the world…All my love and respect going towards them…uhmm… Guess what, I am not a cricket craze…Still, I do understand how a match proceeds and all that…but then, just that, I would spare myself off the tension it can give me…I wouldn’t want to cut down 100 days off my life just by watching a match…Yeah, that’s what I believe…the tension that it creates in one’s mind just by viewing it at any point of time is sooo unimaginable that, I would prefer staying away from the TV then…lol…!!!

Would you believe if I said...

1. Mom and myself had to resort to some neighbors house during such important cricket matches…Just bcoz my dad felt, we might be unlucky for the team…and IF unfortunately we were inside our own homes, and IF India lost a wicket, when I was walking by or sneezing or laughing or eating or for that matter, doing anything…My dad would immediately scream at me saying… “BCOZ SHE DID THAT…WHAT MORE TO EXPECT…”…Dad was that big a superstitious person when a match happened…

2. My brother once stood in one position till the match finished, just bcoz he felt, India was taking off the opponents wickets when ever he stood so…hehe!!!

3. My brother made me say smthing against the opponent team, just bcoz that day he felt, what I said was happening…especially, the day when I asked him innocently…”WHAT IF A BOWLER GETS ALL WICKETS FOR HIMSELF…”…my brother ridiculed it wasn’t that easy and miraculously Kumble did it on the same day…I was thanked ..uhm…

4. No one ate dinner till a match was over…just bcoz, some felt, that eating might take off the luck…grrr..

5. A telephone ring was like an uninvited Earthquake…and whoever was the caller earned himself not so small a wrath…

Lol…maybe due all these experiences during childhood, made me have an aversion to watching cricket…But that never spoiled my spirit in wishing that Team India should win…Being an Indian, naturally, I always wished ONLY India should win…but then, bcoz I never showed it out…when India lost I just blamed my brother and father for watching the match and making them lose…hehee!!!! And if they won, I enjoyed with them watching the Prize distribution….lol!!!

This worldcup, even IF I dint watch a single match, my heart was trembling during the India-Pakistan SemiFinal…More like a war, the match was of great importance to both the countries, na…and this time my superstition too worked…I noticed, whenever I looked for the scores in my blackberry, India was taking off a wicket…So, seriously, I tried refreshing my Blackberry, just to see, if my Superstition was true…As I was busy in so many other things, I could get back to my BB only once a while..and I noticed, every time I refreshed their came a cheer from the Indian side…one more player being sent to the Gallery… When my hubby too noticed it, he even started saying, check ur BB…but then, I dint…During the last over, I went to watch it on the TV along with whole family...As I took my BB along with, I just felt like refreshing it…(Trust me, no other thoughts..India was already winning…)…Immediately my husband said…”Now, NO need…India is winning…”… but then…CRACKKKKKKKKKK….and it was an OUT….My husband was staring at me…India took the last wicket too…My husband joked, “IF they get U and ur blackberry they will throw u into an erupting Volcano…”…trueeeee….!!!

As for the Finals earlier today, my brother took an OFF from work, as he believed, India WON whenever he watched Cricket from home TV…My husband sacrificed food…I stayed inside my room without touching my BB (lol, what IF it was the other way round this time…)…Still, I had a shock when I changed the TV channel in my room to a channel which was showing LIVE scores…The moment I changed channel, India lost a wicket…grrr…that made me NOT even change the channel till the end…When my brother called me to watch the last overs…I screamed… “NOOOOOOO, LET INDIA WIN…I am scared…”…I heard my dad saying…”Ya, Ya…Don’t come…”…

As the game was approaching the last overs, I started grating the apples for an Apple Halwa…As I walked towards the kitchen, I saw…Even my mom who knew nothing of cricket….was watching the last over from her room TV….I was surprised… “MOM, U TOOO??? DO U KNOW ANYTHING OF CRICKET” …She replied… “Yes, I don’t know…still…Only 6 more runs needed…I am also getting tensed…So I am watching….”….LOL!!!!

By the time, I poured the grated Apple into the hot Pan…I heard my brother shout for me… "Didi, commmme….last ball….” …I ran to the hall room…and witnessed the glorious Sixer in our 42inch Plasma TV…Every single person in front of the TV stood up…not knowing, should we shout or scream…or cry…Then we all broke into a dance…a Mad Dance…. with my son running all around us…Yippeeeeeeeeee….

I could see nothing other than Team India…

I could hear nothing other than their screams…

I could feel nothing other than their Victory…Our Victory

Team India, We Love youuuu....Love you all for making us proud...

But I smelled something else…Eeeeeeeeeeeeeekkkkk....

My Apple Halwaaaaaaaaa!!!

NB: After that, we took off in our 4WD for a city tour…the roads were mad with Indian drivers…with Indians…screaming and shouting and honking and what not…We too screamed at the top of our voice…CHAK DEEE INDIA….So many strangers were relatives then…everybody smiled and waved and showed Hurrayyyyy as we returned the gesture…My son was not behind either…It continued till the Police started blocking every exits and frantically issuing Traffic Fines…Uhmm…I am sure, the Police might have got a biggggg amount as Fines itself…

As for my Halwa, I could save it at the nick of the time…It came out well…Once we were back home from the drive, we sweetened our taste buds with my Halwa….Chak De Indiaaaaaaaaaaaaa….Love you, Team India...