The GfN Spy...

Here, I am…back…again…from another hibernation mode…God knows, if I will droop back to my hibernating den again…Bcoz, I myself is unsure, what is my state of mind NOW… Somehow, in a state of GfN - Good for Nothing....uhmm...After days, today I returned to many of the blogs that I used to follow on a daily basis…Bikram, Tomz, Dost etc…Gosh, they all are so much ahead from the point I left them…hmm…Need to give some time to read their old posts which I missed during my Hibernation period…Bikram’s tags did make me think…What could be my answers to those questions…I even thought, should I write mine down too…But then, I passed by Tomz…and I found a Villain that we would find in our fears and idiotic thoughts…hahaha…

Yeah Tomz, from the moment I read ur blog, I have been imagining you as one of those Spies with Shaded glasses, long cloaks and a Hat that covers most of ur face…Trust me, U looked ridiculous…hahahah!!! I swear, Why did u have to scare the hell out of that so called SAURAV…poor guy…he might be still wondering, how the hell…Hope he read ur blog…My comment at ur blog was not to provoke u…OK??? I was just trying to be over smart…Maybe that is one thing that would never die in me…Over Smartness…The confidence that NO ONE else have a better Fore-Sight than me…

But then, your post took me to a completely different phase of my life…Maybe, it has no relevance to your post…but then…somehow, I remembered those past days…and felt like jotting it down…and so here it goes…

Those were the days when I was still not on the two wheeler that was a companion later…Naturally, the other option was the only choice…afterall, Government had spend lakhs on getting those 4 wheel giants on the roads…So, we had to use it na…Lol…the to and fro journey to the college was on the Public Bus…there were regular Ladies Only buses those time and myself and my then shadow, My cousin who was two years younger to me, was a regular in one of those buses…5 days a week…We enjoyed the ride, especially bcoz, we were more like Tom Boys inside those buses with just the Ticket Collector and the driver as Males and rest all of us being Girls…hehe!!!I was a regular Foot Board traveler, just to SHOW OFF…Nobody (driver / Ticket collector) questioned, as they were scared of the Girls…hahah!!!

Ok, now this story is not happening inside those buses.. lets come out of there…So, daily morning, I walked the distance from my home to my cousin’s house and from there to the Bus stop…We walked as if the roads belonged to our fore-fathers…lol!!! Maybe, it did…we never know…but then, the neighborhood knew my family so well as they have been there for years..and So I was a known person to most of the people I met on those roads…At the Bus stop too, I met people who knew me or my parents atleast…So I was sort of always under the eyes of SPIES….uhmm…If anything Not-So Normal happened at the bus stop, I knew, it would reach my mom’s years before even I reached my home…So you can imagine, how good were the Spies I had to face….

Days passed by…I and my cousin have been noticing a few GENTLEMEN in bikes doing their rounds daily morning and evening…It was quite obvious that they were more keen to know what was there at the Bus Stop and not on the roads…we had many a times happily wished, if they didn’t notice the pit on the road…hehe!!! Out of all these “Bhaiyyas”, one guy was more punctual in his daily routine…He would daily follow us at a neat distance…and would wait till the Bus till we boarded the bus..and then in the evenings, he gave us his Body guard service till I entered my house premises…hmm, Cool, A Free Body Guard…good for me…

But then, it felt creepy, when one fine day, somebody started calling me at my home number..Mobiles were unknown those days…Whoever, he was…he was good at Spying…He always spoke in Spooky voice reminding of those dark passages where the Hardy Boys or the Famous Five Detectives stood during investigation...

“Helloooo, Today you were really sweet…liked ur smile that you gave your teacher…” CUTTT – call was disconnected…SURPRISED….

“Hellooo…That Red top suited you so beautifully today…”.. CUTTTT….SHOCKED…

“Haiii…Why didn’t you go to College today…Missed you…”.. CUTTT… BLOODY HELLL…

“Hellooo…Beware of those boys from XXX College,t hey doesn’t mean any good…Tell your cousin specially…I know, you can manage yourself…”…. CUTTT…WHAT THE %&$%&*(^%#...

And so on…This person seems to be knowing everything that happened to me when I was at the Bus Stop…I literally started being so cautious that I kept on looking at all windows and cars and bikes and what not around the Bus Stop…Naturally, the first point of DOUBT was the Free Body Guard…but then, I had NO Evidence…

One day, I got a call from a different voice…This person was asking my friendship…Ha…NO Face Books…so naturally Friendship request was done through phones…I responded… “I DON’T MAKE FRIENDS WITH STRANGERS…COME IN FRONT OF ME AND REQUEST”…and the Next day, at the bus stop…stood in front of me…THE BODY GUARD… “I was the one who called yesterday..Can we be friends…”…All that was inside me against the Spooky Voice also was showered on him…heeh!! Starting with “What the hell do you think of yourself….” I went on, till he apologized and left the scene…Even though the distance was more, he still never stopped providing the Security Service…

But that evening, I got the call again from the Spooky Voice…

“Hey, Good you threw that guy’s head off…Thanks a lot…I was worried…whether you can manage…I want to tell you something…My name is Jimmy…I know you from past 2 years…and some time in between started loving you...Never knew how to come and tell you…Today found the courage and is openly telling you…If you are OK, can we meet…” …

“You creep…U people have no other work…Mornings, you spend Spying on girls on the road…evenings you take round calling them and proposing…Go, look for somebody else, who might fall for this joke…IDIOT…For your safety, let me warn you…We are installing Caller-ID..and next time you try to show your love…your Number will reach the Police Records…”…CUTTTTTTT….HURRAYYYYYYYYY!!!!

I knew it was not the END…but then, atleast I had ignited the start of the End…Calls continued…but, from different telephone booths…maybe, till he had NO MORE money in his pocket to waste on such calls…hahah!!!

But then seriously…I still don’t know the Identity of my Spy… He could be even one among you …Grr..then here goes my Anonymity… Still…I am not interested in knowing who he was or what was his intention…All I know is…

He was nothing more than a Good for Nothing (GfN) Idiot, who wasted his parent’s telephone bill to play pranks on some random girls….uhmmm…God, knows where he is today…

“The GfN Spy”

Reflection with a Makeover...

Voila…Long time, right?…what to do…not just the urge to post something will let me do that na…Should have the right mood too …and as its much known to all of u…I am a Sentimental Idiot na…somehow, the month of May has been tough on me…or was it me who was tough…better to phrase it so…"I am tough…to be normal…" What to do, afterall, things happening around also never gave any positive feel to rejuvenate my mood…So naturally, I was just being gloomy and irritative to people around me…and my health…Even my health was not happy with me, I suppose…So just decided to give up on me, I suppose…The ongoing back pain, grew from worse to worser…A fever caught me unguarded and I was pinned down to the bed and even to the hospital bed…uhmmm…No complaints…This month too will pass by…

Hey guys, just some time back…I happened to make a comment on Ro’s blog…regarding Sending Friend’s invite to people in the FB…somehow, I voted against her opinion on the same… My view point was, People can send Invites…and it depended on us, if we wanna accept it or not…(her view was just an outpour of frustration some Stalker Friend was giving her with unwanted Invites…lol!!!)…So, myself, even if not a regular in the Facebook, does accept invites…ONLY once I am convinced that I knew that person…Especially, if the invites were from Men, I made sure that I knew them or not…usually, a one line mail would follow from me to him….DO WE KNOW EACH OTHER?...the response mail could reveal, if actually he/she knew me…

Few days, back…I got one such invite…from someone…who I had NO idea who he was…finding a lot of Mutual friends from my School friends, I had a vague feeling, maybe he might be one of the old classmate… Ours was a Girls’ only school and boys were allowed only till 04th Standard… And stupidly, my brain’s Hard Disk had NO prominent Memory of any Boy’s Face…just I remember one boy, which was majorly bcoz, we used to meet even after he left the school at different Competitions or Cultural Fests…and he later grew to popularity with his talent…Gosh, I am talking too much naaa…Let me get back to topic…

So when I saw this Friend’s Invite from a “Guy Unknown”…my first reflex was to send him a message … “DO WE KNOW EACH OTHER”…after the SEND button was clicked, I noticed I had a message from him… “were we classmates in XXXX? ur face looks familiar...” … Ok…so we might have been classmates yearssssssss back…Now, you all can guess…I had NO idea…and with my reply, he said, that if I knew the other guy, then surely we have met each other…Bcoz, he was always with that guy at Cultural Fests…Thoughts flashed by thru my mind… “Uhmmmmmmmmmmm….So he was a rival….and surely one among those Boys who never left chances to show their Superiority at Cultural Fests…”…Frankly, many a times I hated those boys…Not one or two, but I have had quite some bitter experiences during many such Fests…Lol, I didn’t say any of this to him…

And thus, I started conversing with him thru mails…Surprise, Surprise…we spoke as if we were friends for years…Not even once we addressed each other with our names…we were… “Hey, U, Yaar, Idiot, Fool, Stupid, Monkey…” and what not…It was after these mails, that we added each other as friends in FB…and then I saw his photo…Aha….I remember him…He is the Silver Eyed Boy…who could sing too…I also had a vague feeling…that This boy and I was not big friends…rather, we might have even had some bad vibes during school days…lol!!! Don’t know, why I felt so…but I was somewhat sure…We were not friends before…

But, hey…Now we are…The way we fought thru mails or chats…we behaved as if we have been friends for years…The first day, we emailed each other, I wasn’t in best of moods…but then, fighting with him..I felt as if I was back to school days…He was telling many a times, that School days were fun…I was Not sure…I dint deny..nor agree…bcoz I was not sure…As I had not much memory na…lol!!! I was stupid, indeed...

Before long, I knew, what was the connection we had…and why we fought always…Bcoz, he was almost same like me…the stupid phrases that I always used, he was saying them to me…like saying DANKS for Thanks and so on…we fought for tht too…arguing tht he was copying my style…No, he wasn’t…that was his style too…we both thought the same way…and somewhere during those chats, I realised…he too was like me…He Smiled when tears were welling in his heart…I could feel it from the way he spoke…bcoz that wud have been the exact way I wud have spoken…While I was assessing him from my side, I forgot, he too could be assessing me…maybe what I noticed, he too could have noticed…the resemblance in our behaviour, nature and even the non stop talkative style….

Anyways…now we are having those school day fun…in our own style…like small children…rekindling the school days…when we get serious, we Change Topics…as we wanna be happy and Kids…and not Adults with lots of Kushi and Ghams…and we talk – Tit for Tat…and once he even jokingly said… “We are fighting..and God knows who will win at the end…” and the over confident me seriously replied…”Naturally Me…”..

"Hey friend, Danks buddy, for adding me as a friend…I am sure, we have some good share of Jokes and Fun to share…and an equally fair share of Sorrows and Horrors…Don’t worry…both of us know, we r strong…and we can fight it out…in our style..the Kiddy style…After all…You are a Male version of Myself…heheh!!! Now, dont kick me for this...But this is what I felt...U are something like a Mirror Reflection…

My Reflection with a Makeover…

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…