I tried to walk but my legs were weak. Almost an hour had passed since I woke up but still my legs weren't working. I called my best friend to help me get up.
"You don't eat properly. Take some milk in the morning and eat properly. Nothing will happen to you." He said. 'How can less eating can cause numbness' I thought. Many people fast for long periods they don't get such weakness. I had to finally visit the worst possible place- HOSPITAL.
I met Dr. Kumar one of the best neuro doctor. The board read MBBS,MD,DNB and some degrees starting with F. How can somebody be so studious. It seems that the person never came second in life. Crap! I hated such guys.
"You are suffering from a syndrome known as GB syndrome" he said. Sounded like a short name for a disease. Maybe it was just a small error in something. "It is curable but you need some courage and motivation to recover. Its also possible that you may never walk again." he said with ease.
I couldn't react for few minutes. My mind was not responding. I should be sad but I was not. Maybe I didn't believe this genius.
Months passed away. I was now used to the injections and bottles and all the crappy ill-tasting medicines which they gave. I was given a wheel chair as a gift. Nice and handy for a crappy little crippled like me. Suddenly I hated the world, I hated the jokes, I hated everybody- friends and family everybody.
I was 'walking' in my wheel chair. I saw some children playing. I wanted to play now. I wanted to walk, run, jump and dance. Why me? What wrong did I do? I hated the world even more. There was no god. There was no good. I felt only hatred.
A guy passed along. He was on his fours but was able to walk faster than me. It seems like he was suffering from Polio. His legs didn't work permanently I guess.
I called him "Bhaiya ! What do you do for living?"
"I am the senior cashier in SBI." He said with a smile.
"How do you cope up with this disability. And how can you still smile?" I asked
"I smile with my lips and work with my mind. You are not handicapped until your mind works properly. And about my waling style. I feel I am normal and the whole world is walking abnormally."
I smiled and he walked away in his pace. It didn't matter whether I recovered or not. It didn't matter whether I was happy or not. Only one question popped inside me ' Who was more crippled me or him'
I met Dr. Kumar one of the best neuro doctor. The board read MBBS,MD,DNB and some degrees starting with F. How can somebody be so studious. It seems that the person never came second in life. Crap! I hated such guys.
"You are suffering from a syndrome known as GB syndrome" he said. Sounded like a short name for a disease. Maybe it was just a small error in something. "It is curable but you need some courage and motivation to recover. Its also possible that you may never walk again." he said with ease.
I couldn't react for few minutes. My mind was not responding. I should be sad but I was not. Maybe I didn't believe this genius.
Months passed away. I was now used to the injections and bottles and all the crappy ill-tasting medicines which they gave. I was given a wheel chair as a gift. Nice and handy for a crappy little crippled like me. Suddenly I hated the world, I hated the jokes, I hated everybody- friends and family everybody.
I was 'walking' in my wheel chair. I saw some children playing. I wanted to play now. I wanted to walk, run, jump and dance. Why me? What wrong did I do? I hated the world even more. There was no god. There was no good. I felt only hatred.
A guy passed along. He was on his fours but was able to walk faster than me. It seems like he was suffering from Polio. His legs didn't work permanently I guess.
I called him "Bhaiya ! What do you do for living?"
"I am the senior cashier in SBI." He said with a smile.
"How do you cope up with this disability. And how can you still smile?" I asked
"I smile with my lips and work with my mind. You are not handicapped until your mind works properly. And about my waling style. I feel I am normal and the whole world is walking abnormally."
I smiled and he walked away in his pace. It didn't matter whether I recovered or not. It didn't matter whether I was happy or not. Only one question popped inside me ' Who was more crippled me or him'
By
Soubhagya Khare https://www.facebook.com/dr.soubhagyakhare
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