I was proud to be a guy without any stitches on my body till 23rd May 2006. That was the day when the medical needle pierced my body for the first time.
I was outstanding in my college days except during the exams. Don't get me wrong here, in our college dictionary an outstanding guy is one who stands outside the class most of the time. Thanks to the lecturers, I couldn't be an outstanding guy without them. They won't allow entering the class mostly because of two reasons. a) Coming late to classes, b) Incomplete/Not completed assignments. We (I am not alone, I took some guys with me as well: D) took this to our advantage. I am very much regular in first point (Rarely I do complete the assignments but never early to classes). Even the day scholar guys come early than we hostellers. But during exam days, you'll see the other side of me who is studious with little entertainment in between for relaxation (I'll be invisible after that). It was during this time, I think of my ambition of getting a distinction which I didn't achieve.
OK, enough of myself. Ley me move on to the terrific incident that rocked me. I was in my studious avatar as it was exam time. One of the toughest and the subject I hated most in that semester was Digital communication (Because everything in that book looks similar). That day I got up early to revise whatever I studied. My mind was dumped with all kinds of digital electronics block diagrams and formulas.
. Soon after my breakfast, I got a call from my dad’s friend who was waiting for me at the college gate. I was recollecting all the stuffs dumped into my mind. I was unaware of the things going around me.
The incident happens on my way back to hostel after meeting him. I am always fast in doing things walking, eating, bathing etc., that too on the E Day (Examination Day), I will be super fast. I was about to cross the shutter which was partially opened. I didn’t notice that the shutter was partially opened. I was looking at the play ground behind me while crossing the shutter which I usually do to check if anyone was playing. Suddenly there came a sound ‘DUMM’ (that was the sound of my forehead smashing the shutter) and there i was lying down unconscious for a few seconds. Then, slowly I got up and picked my specs which had fallen when the collision happened( i wonder if it was any use wearing those specs. I missed the damn shutter anyway). While picking it up from the floor, I found a drop of blood. It was then I realised that my head was bleeding. Till I saw the blood, I thought it was just a bad bump and it will be fine in an hour because that was not my first collision. I collided with many things with same force because I didn’t care about the world in front of me much as I always keep thinking of something but unfortunately this time it was bleeding heavily from my forehead. I was scared on seeing blood on my hands and covered with hand kerchief. Even then it was bleeding, this time it was from my nose L .
I thought that my dream of getting the distinction shattered and I won’t be able to write the exam. Luckily, one of the juniors had got the first aid kit (My hostel is not too developed to have a first aid kit). He treated me by cleaning the wound and then a bandage. I was screaming in pain. My friends advised me not to write the exam and to take rest, but with a brave heart, I decided to go to the battle ground (read exam hall) with the wound to face the mightiest enemy of that semester.
I got the question paper and went through it. I felt that I knew everything asked and I can easily defeat this enemy. I started writing the answers but nothing came to my mind except the incident that occurred. I wrote something on the answer sheet without knowing what I was writing but I knew nothing was related to the questions asked. I thought my mind had been formatted after the hit and so everything which was dumped a day before got deleted. Again, my ambition comes to my mind. I started praying which I do most during times of despair. Waited for 30 minutes idly, to recall the answers but all i could recall was that incident. I felt pain on my forehead and touched it. It was still bleeding.
I think I am the only person to have written an exam with a bleeding forehead. Now, I am proud of it J (What to do, one should be proud of him/her at least in one thing). Then I decided to write something on my paper quickly and to consult the doctor. Luckily, I remembered answers for three 16 marks which will be enough for getting through.
After the exam, I decided to go to hospital but I had only 500 bucks. Even other guys didn’t have much money. So, I decided to borrow some money from my fellow hostellers and reached the hospital. Doctor asked me when the incident took place. I said “ Morning @ 8”. She was surprised at my answer. She might have thought what the hell this idiot was doing till now with this bleeding head. I replied ‘Due to exams, I couldn’t come at once’ before she could ask me the reason for coming late. She advised me that one should not postpone the medical help in case of injury. I felt even the pain of my cut is better than her advise and shouldn’t have come here for treatment.
She removed the bandage and cleaned with tincture. It pained me a lot than before but this time I didn’t scream because I was in a hospital and lady doctor was treating me. I made only ‘hsssss’ sound. Then she said that it needs to be stitched else it would continue to bleed. I didn’t have an option like in exam to answer any of the questions given, so I said ‘OK’ with broken heart. I can’t be proud of it anymoreL. She injected anaesthesia above my left eye and 4 stitches were done. I didn’t feel any pain. She then started discussing with her senior doctor by showing my other cut on nose. I thought ‘Oh god!, it seems to be a serious problem. Are they discussing about an operation?’. She then said that she has to stitch the cut without anaesthesia. Then I thought ‘for this, you discussed this long with your senior doctor ?. I dint feel any pain for the 4 stitches you did on my forehead. Am I going to worry about only 2 stitches on my nose?” and said ‘Its OK. You carry on”.
She took the needle and started stitching it. Oh God! I didn’t even imagine that it would pain a lot. I started screaming in front of the lady doctor L. It was like hanging me from the ceiling by tying rope on my nose. I felt like running out of that place. It didn’t pain this much when I collided with the shutter. It was the pain of my life. Even today i can feel the pain when i think about it.
With stitches and bandages on my head and nose, I was looking like a piece from the museum and was worried if everyone would ask what had happened. But the next day, nothing happened. everyone was busy with their work and only my friends cared about it. Then I realised “No one has time to watch or think about others, everyone will be busy with their work except your friends who knows well about you. So, don’t think what others think of you, if you feel anything to be done, do it without hurting others feelings or sentiments”.
Even after this incident, I didn’t sit in a place. Next day soon after the exam was over, I went for a movie First Day, First Show J. Thats my spirit J your friends who knows well about you. So, don’t think what others think of you, if you feel anything to be done, do it without hurting others feelings or sentiments”.
Even after this incident, I didn’t sit in a place. Next day soon after the exam was over, I went for a movie First Day, First Show J. Thats my spirit J
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