Saturday, May 25, 2013

Survival is tricky my friend...

Well, let me come straight to the point here.
We keep talking of coded languages, symbols, implications or rather hint and clues; there might be a bunch of intellects solving those clues and featuring on the top 3 pages of the newspaper; but coming back to life, we've been quite a failure in terms of deciphering the SOS signals sent across by our “intrinsic self”; our body. They say that “a deathly silence predominates the arrival of a tornado...but if you closely follow the sound of the fluttering wings, you’d know, devastation has picked up the pen for it’s scribble”.
 I think I could go on and on if I started depicting my emotions on the piece of paper. Miles to go before I sleep, yet the emotions galore grab me strongly when I start talking about a performer who has not only braved the storm, but created an ideal environment for her acquaintances to lead a safe and sound journey. Yet there was one subtle aspect which pegged her back; which stopped her in the course of her everlasting journey...the journey which could have been as beautiful as ever. Sigh!
A brilliant student with an assortment of vibrant dreams led her way into the realms of closed doors in the early 20s. She drove through the mundane atrocities of a joint family to raise a child who was “physically disabled” from his inception. She was pursuing her P.H.D simultaneously and spending time with her family as the topmost aspect of a priority table. She never deprived anyone....perhaps she should have.
In course of her battle of sorts that she wedged all alone, what remained un-noticed was her degrading health...her feeble legs couldn’t bear her work load. Yet she tried to convince herself;” it is a passing phase”-she was hopeful. Unbearable headache had taken over in the meanwhile. It couldn’t curb her indomitable strength though!
Her “Sasural” was a typically conservative Bengali family; never encouraged women in taking up a full-time career, she had a child to take care of. The responsibility was deep and profound; the perils were many, but she had of course decided not to look back. Her day started at 4 o’ clock in the morning and persisted till mid-night; it couldn't snatch away the smile on her face. Abhorrent back-pain had taken over in the meanwhile. She could have broken down at the prospect that her child would perhaps NEVER cater to her dreams....
The dream to remove the tag “special child” off her child’s FATE. Ah Life; it hits you from behind!

15th of April 2008 was perhaps the most dreaded day of her life. When she opened her eyes she found herself lying helplessly on the extended sheet of shuddering whites; she couldn't move a muscle. “Low pressure combined with high blood sugar my dear friend”; the doctor asserted; “You have pushed yourself to the realm of have yourself to blame”! She lay there still; numb, unconscious or perhaps stoned at the prospect of obscurity. There was no-body to stand by her side.
Life is CRUEL. It does give you rays of hope but those are embedded in a fine streak of porous tap-ups. You never know when the beam is blocked off. My didi suffered a lot because of her motto to “make it large”; she forgot to take care of the biggest asset of one’s life- HEALTH! She is still struggling; struggling with her life, struggling for her mere existence; struggling to undo the mistakes she committed in the earlier half of her life. The path has been as difficult as ever. The potholes have extended their influence; they have pegged her “attempt to proceed” at every possible stage....the foundation has been laid deep within. It has created a permanent dent on her journal for life. It indeed has.
People say that they are good at reading symbols...they often communicate in “sign languages”; hardly a few have managed to decode the signs/symbols that our body shows up. Statistical records suggest that even for baleful diseases like cancer, at least 70 percent of initially detected cases have been cured till date. But the problem is, we hardly comprehend the signals that our body transmits. We often tend to ignore them.
Memories head back to the early part of September 2000, the saddest half of our lives, the September that saw the demise of an amazing human being; a talented marine engineer and an intellect by conviction- My beloved uncle. Tall, lanky and full of life, he had set sail into the deep blue seas; to excavate the treasures that lay un-noticed on the “other side”; he didn't return.
When his body was transported back to Kolkata in a coffin, I remember my neighbors uttering a couple of hard-hitting words; “I wish he had taken proper care....”! He was JUST 58; full of life and gusto. Yet the deleterious ashes and the “slow poisoning” alcohol ripped him from inside. He has diagnosed with chronic diabetes and hypertension at the age of 55; yet no one could tie him down. He continued in pursuing his long-ish strides towards “destruction”....... Parties, get-together's, food-festivals became a part of his daily routine and the results were pretty much evident.

He suffered a massive heart-attack on his way back from Australia. The Angiogram reports showed 5 major blocks in his arteries; it was TOO LATE. The smoke and the liquor had smitten him badly; smitten him for life. The doctors failed in their desperate attempts to save a gem; all in vain. The dent was deep enough....deep enough to send in a message to all of us in the family:

”Survival is tricky my gotta treat yourself well to survive in this gotta respond to it’s call!”

I'd perhaps take this opportunity to send in an open apology to my beloved uncle- Sorry Kaka, seems like the tables haven't turned yet. 
I'm suffering from high blood pressure right from the age of 22. My mission to decode those "signals" has not taken a head start; I'm fighting it out everyday my dear readers.

Thus the moral of the story is - The art of neglecting is suicidal!

* P.S. This post has been written as a part of the "The Moral of The Story Is..." initiative brought to us by Colgate in association with Indiblogger’s association to promote healthy living. Please do visit "My Healthy Speak" blog for some much needed tips and information needed to maintain your health. Stay healthy, stay fit!

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