Tuesday, July 4, 2017

There's Spider-Man, Batman, Wonder Woman, Superman. Why don't we all just become Happy-man!!

All of us tend to get busy with life, maintaining routines and rushing through the day. We yearn to be happy all the time. Yet we fail to remember that happiness is almost never a destination but a journey. A journey of happiness not a journey to happiness.

Today a stranger made my day!
I took the bus this morning to take my daughter to the doctor for her scheduled vaccination. When I left home in the morning I had lots of things on my mind. Some silly chores, some tougher decisions, some worrisome situations. But as I entered the bus, the bus captain (the lady who drove the bus) gave me the warmest smile I could receive this morning. I smiled back and wished her a good morning. But it was she who had made mine. In that fleeting moment I realized that whether or not I bothered about my little or bigger problems, I would actually get through them. But I could choose to tackle them happily in the meanwhile.

If each of us could pass on a smile and make someone's day brighter, what could be better! Even if that means smiling at yourself in the bathroom mirror and making yourself happy. So let's kiss our children more, hug our partners, tell parents and family and friends how much we love them, hold the door for a stranger, give way to someone on the road, smile at or wish people we meet everyday (or not!) but do not acknowledge (a fellow worker who works in the same office building, the security guard, the next door neighbour, the bus captain :-))

Every morning we have a choice. To be happy or not to be.

PS: A disclaimer- My reference to Happyman was not gender biased... I meant Man as the Homo Sapien species. We may choose to be a Happy man Happy woman or Happy person or Happy child as the case maybe as long as we are happy :-)

Tuesday, August 23, 2016

25 years as an amputee: Happy Silver Ampuversary!

It's been 25 long and eventful years today since my near fatal accident due to drunk driving by a truck driver and my amputation. Being a little girl then I would never have thought about the future but if my parents were to be told that this is where their daughter would be 25 years later, I guess they'd take it. There's no better joy in the world than making your parents happy.
As a mother myself, I cannot fathom the pain a parent goes through when faced a situation of their little child having to undergo an amputation. The only positive then was that the infection didn't spread above my leg and amputating it at the hip meant I could still be alive.
Today I’d like to appreciate the wonderful life and the amazing people I have been gifted with. 

Having lived a fair share of my life in the cosy comforts of Dubai, moving to India gave me a cultural shock. The roads didn't have proper sidewalks, bathrooms weren't easy to use, monsoons were torrid cuz my prosthesis is not supposed to get wet, the place being generally not quite clean, many places were inaccessible and most of all the people.. 

There were those that were uncooperative & rude. 
Be it the government orthopaedic panel who refused to accept that my disability level was 80% and compromised to give 50% (This when the government stipulated norms said 80% for hip disartics) or the ones who refused to approve my railway concession certificate for the reason that 'Hip disarticulation is okay but you can walk independently' (As though he was punishing me for me overcoming my adversities better than I should!) or a couple of extremely rude CISF staff I have encountered at the airports who treat me like I am an anti social element only because I use a prosthesis. (I understand that as a safety concern while frisking they might require for my prosthesis to be removed and passed through the scanner but advising me to wear a saree or a skirt instead of jeans when I requested for a closed room to change or manhandling my prosthesis like it was garbage in is NOT the way someone should be treated.)

Then there were those who'd randomly come up to me and ask what's wrong with my leg. Initially I was asked to not bother telling them because they'd keep saying oh poor thing. And then ask for more details. Today if anyone comes up and asks I basically just tell them the crux. But I have realised that no matter how self confident a child is, offering sympathy and saying pitiful things like... 'What a pretty girl. It's a shame such a thing had to happen to her' can really disturb them.

Then the ones who'd just stare. Some for 10 seconds some for a whole 5 minutes watching my every movement, my every word, judging me and whoever else I'm with. As a child I'd just feel bad about it. As a teenager, I'd feel embarrassed as though something was wrong with me. Later I tried to ignore them. Today I look back and smile. They either shy away or smile back.

That said I have also come across so many wonderful people. 
- Like the guy who offered to carry my luggage to my berth at a train station and observing my scepticism showed me his ticket (on another train) and ID.
- Like the numerous Autorickshaw drivers who would offer to drop me inside IIT gate on my way back from classes outside because the traffic was unruly at that time of the day for me to risk walking on the roadside & refuse to take a penny in return.
- Like the bus conductor who stopped the bus when it didn't have a stop so that I wouldn't need to walk a longer distance at night.
- Like the lady who gave me her seat (not reserved) on the bus despite having a toddler in her arms because 'the driver was too rash & I would have to stand for too long'.
And the people who offer to help in probably the smallest way to make life easier for me.
The one who offers me a chair to sit on at concerts in the temple. The fellow passenger in a train who inquires if I'd prefer their lower berth over my middle berth in the train. The auto wala who checks whether I have gotten off comfortably before rushing away.
There still is so much goodness in the world, we don't realise it.

I have come a long way too. From leading a fun but cocooned childhood in Dubai to facing the challenge of living in lesser developed Indian Towns to living alone in a hostel in a metro. I later realised how difficult it was to live alone in a hostel as an exclusive prosthetic device user. Things that are seemingly mundane to a normal person took huge efforts on my part specifically on days when it hurt a little more. But it was one of the best things I've done in my life. 

I am very harsh on myself and I realise I mustn't be. I have a habit of not letting my infirmity getting in the way of anything else. I walk extensively for 4-5 km when I'm travelling to places that are best seen by foot. I wore my prosthesis for days without taking it off except for a shower when I was at the hospital with my mother in law & my dad. I used to continue to go to school normally even when I got boils and was in a lot of pain. I used to have blood coming out cuz of the socket of the prosthesis rubbing against my body after using it in many trying conditions. I'd never realise when I was in pain unless someone asked me. I was silly. It was unnecessary. Today I make use of whatever convenience I have. I hire a vehicle where I can. I take rest when I can. I take the wheelchair if the distance is considerable. I don't need to but if I can, why not. 

During pregnancy I had to learn to walk with crutches and to get used to moving around without my prosthesis. Using a wheelchair was cumbersome & using crutches meant both my hands were occupied. I realised how much more difficult most things I usually did turned out to be. I was thankful that I used a prosthetic leg without a support crutch and the level of freedom it gave me. And to think that 60% hip disartics end up rejecting a prosthetic leg for the sheer difficulty of using one. So after 3 months of my delivery and 10 months of not using one, I got fitted with a new socket and learnt to walk again. For 2 weeks with an elbow crutch and later without support. The day I walked independently holding my daughter in my arms must have been for me equivalent to the day my parents wept after seeing me walk with my prosthesis for the first time.

To the acquaintances who told me that I was an inspiration to them to overcome an adverse situation. To the girls who said that they love that I wear a smile at all times regardless of circumstances and that seeing that smile has given them the motivation to get through unfavourable days. To the guys who have said that if I wasn't taken already, they'd want me to be their partner. To the best friend who for years felt bad that my accident happened on her birthday of all days. To IIT & hostel life for giving me some of the best years of my life to grow as a person. To my initial years in India that changed my perceptions about life & showed me the ground realities of life struggles that people have. To my dearest & most valuable prosthetists who understand my issue and help me so well with being mobile. To the friends who effortlessly change plans to suit my requirements. To my family for seeing me through my bad days. To my siblings who are my biggest critics yet always have my back. To my daughter who has made the last 1 of these 25 years the most fulfilling. To my husband.. my best friend.. my pillar who supports my every decision & endeavour. To my parents for encouraging me to be independent and scanning the world back in 1991 to ensure I could get back on my own two feet and showering me with the world's best.

Thank you.

Saturday, November 28, 2015

Hip disarticulation & pregnancy

The reason I'm writing this post is that when I was expecting my child as a hip disartic amputee, I didn't know personally of anyone who had been through the same. Even googling didn't throw up much information or personalised cases. All that I could find was that prosthesis users will have to discontinue its use beyond the first few months of pregnancy to avoid excessive pressure on the abdomen. My obstetrician didn't have much experience working with a similar patient but being a very practical & calm person, it all worked out well for me.
Having had zero complication through the course of my pregnancy, I would like to encourage ladies with similar issues to go ahead and plan a child with absolutely no inhibitions whatsoever.
Let nothing stop you from enjoying the madness of motherhood !!!

Tuesday, June 3, 2014

The doting lover, the emotional family and melodramatic society - The story of my love life!

I have a physical infirmity. I'm missing a leg and in pain many a times. I struggle to do things that 'normal' people would find easy. And yes, I have a 'normal', young, good-looking husband.

Ever since I have been in this relationship, people around me have been in awe of the guy who chose to look beyond my physical disability and chose accept me. They looked up at the guy who despite being able bodied, smart, tall, educated, and handsome wanted to make me his life partner. Not the me who might be smart, intelligent, caring, thoughtful and pretty. But the me who is defined by my physical abnormality.

Yes. I respect him for what he's done. For looking beyond the physical. For seeing the real me. Something that most guys I have met wouldn't. (Not that I was dying to be in a relationship or get married, mind you.)

Yes. He has chosen to put up with my issues. To watch me helplessly as I suffer in pain. To make adjustments to suit my requirements at every walk of life. To make me feel better about myself when I feel distraught about my health issues. And to even change his priorities and interests to suit our lifestyle and my capabilities.

But no. He is not a hero who has given me life. I lived a good life before I met him and I would have continued to do so if I hadn't. I would still have a loving family and wonderful friends and a happy life. So to all the people who think he's supposed to be the cliched God-like figure to me, I'm sorry but as good a person as he is, he is but only human.. only an equal.

People who heard I was getting married thought the guy was much older or had a disability himself. Many who came to my wedding reception were surprised the guy was young and handsome. Many assumed he was being paid truckloads of fortune for this agreement. Admiration for the groom, pity for the girl. How people said I and my family must be eternally indebted to him!

Lets look at this in the other perspective. If a guy were to marry me for anything but love and respect and if I was forced to feel obliged to him for his choice, isn't it obvious I wouldn't go down that path? To everyone who feels that a 'normal' person who accepts a disabled person is an angel or saviour or blah, we are all just human beings. Some with a bigger mind and a kinder heart. For all you know, this might be my only problem. A noticeably healthy person's issues might not seem obvious but could be much worse. It is high time we lessened the drama in our lives and approached things matter-of-factly. Like my husband says to me... 'I'm glad you have this problem. If it wasn't for this a better guy would have found you and you wouldn't have settled for me.'

That sentence for me is the essence of our relationship. We share a life and share it equally. I will never let him do anything he pleases just because he chose to 'accept' me. He didn't do so despite what I am but also for what I am. It was love. It wasn't charity.

P.S. He complained to me once that while I have blogged about my experiences,  about my family that has been my source of strength and about my friends who've made life so much fun, I never once wrote about him. Well, I don't know why I didn't really.

So this post is for you. To tell you that I have always cherished your friendship and valued your love more than anything. I will always love you, respect you and trust you until the end of my life. And I am eternally thankful that I found you. Not for you accepting my disability. But for the million little things you do for me each day. For the fact that despite all the ego-inflating things people tell you, you realise that our marriage is one of equals. For the respect and care and freedom you give me. For realising my worth way more than I do.

Happy tenth, etta!!! 10 years and couldn't be happier!
I love you for the ten wonderful years that we have been together and pity you for the fifty more! *evil grin*

P.P.S: This post was triggered by the latest reference to my husband as an 'angel' by an educated and experienced gentleman.

Friday, March 30, 2012


This is a term that most people around me began to use by the turn of the century in place of the age old term 'housewife'. I have always had a strong dislike towards the use of this term. I guess I felt that each member of a household is a homemaker; what home without each of them.

But of late I have realized there's actually so much truth in calling the lady of the house 'The homemaker'. Yes, she makes it a home. She is home.

Everything keeps changing. Our lifestyles, our attitudes, our priorities. The only one thing that does not change is our dearest homemaker. Whether she is working outside of home or not, she is what holds the family together. Come what may she is our guiding force. She is our source of strength.

Since September last year I been trying to play this role and I guess I have been failing miserably at it. How do our mothers do it??? It is such a responsibility to be the focal point of the house.

Amma, I'm sorry. I haven't done justice. I have come away and left people at home drifting aimlessly. I know not what to do. How I wish I could be like you. How I wish I knew what it takes to make a home. To be home itself.