A COOMMITMENT, I AM TRYING TO KEEP

Networking with ur frnds..thru net...quite common but wht if u c sm1's profile with whom u hv lost contact 4 almost 2 yrs....next to miracle..rght?
while searching 4 my frnd Gunjun, i came across a name Gunjan(thnx to my typing error)...Gunjan Jethani. whn i scartched my memory chip, i realised tht i hv hrd this name be4 and 2 min latr her profile dictated tht she ws the 1 who helped me in my rehab aftr my Anterior Cruciate Ligament surgery.
wel..i don no much abt my "John Gloster" in detail coz i hd only 14 physiotherapy sessions with her during my 15 day stay in Sancheti Hospital, but i still i feel the urge to pen dwn my experience in C-ward, rum# 1.
It ws 21 st august,2004, whn i ws tore apart by Dr Arora. Thn i hd thought tht most painful moments of my life is over...but as usual my prediction ws wrong.
Very next day, appeared Dr Madhura , a final yr trainee in Sancheti to inform me tht very sun Dr Gunjan wud b strting my Physiotherapy. 15 min latr, appeared another lass in green attire (her eyes also hd tinge green appearence... i wondered why this forest official in my cabin), who introduced herself as Gunjan Jethani, 4th yr student in Sancheti. Listening to her my mom turned skeptical 4 she did not want any inexperienced hands to touch my knee. But to my dismay, she didnt utter a single wrd and Gunjan took charge of my legs.
The first session dealt less with my affected rght knee (thnkfully) but she did no mercy to my "Healthy and strong" left leg..."lift...lift..thoda aur...Hold...1,2,3,....10....dwn" and this continued till my abs strted writhing in pain. Finally, she left and i thnked 'master of destiny..The Almighty'.
cum 23rd august, I ws eagerly waiting 4 Gunjan...48 hrs on bed, my body ws demanding sm "out of cabin" activity. Sharp 0900 hrs, Gunjan ws there 4 another tormenting hr on bed but i ws relieved to know tht 2-3 days latr i wud b practising use of crutches in Sancheti's quadrangle.
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Gradually, i learnt walking with the help of crutches. Unlike Dr Madhura who ws taking care of my evning sessions, Dr Gunjan's sessions were heavily loaded. Nvr did she show ant mercy or flexibility in the routine excercises. I feel Dr Madhura ws more caring thn Gunjan 4 she used to give me a 1 min brk (if i demanded) be4 strting another set of excercises but Gunjan alwys said NO to my pleas.
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Finally, on 6th september, i ws discharged(along with my crutches) frm the hospital. Tht day Gunajn gave me a list of excersices tht i hd to do myself..THNX a lot Gunjan 4 the excercises helped me alot in my recovery...
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If u cum across any footprint impression tht says "THNX SANCHETI", make no mistake in guessing tht I had graced the place sm time bk. U may also cum across this footprint on sm body's bk-side...thy r my frnds who celebrated their B'day with me.

HATS OFF TO THE DOCTORS IN SANCHETI..

THE BLAST THAT SHOOK THE SCHOOL

Ahh…this is one of the most cherished moment of my life..this happened when we had just moved in Class XI…but be4 I proceed, let me introduce few characters who will later play a big role in this blog:
Sujit lenka: a perfect candidate for the post of Gunda(a rowdy character), but always pregnant with sm COOL ideas. Any complains for mishegoss, taunting the school chicks, slapping junr or senr… he cud b seen outside princi’s chamber
Myself—future and last cricket captain of my school(we were the last batch to pass out frm the school..it ws taken over by DAV foundation).. “carrier of matchbox”
Manish and ashim- ardent fans of chinese checker
Mamta,deepum,sharmistha- (chicks) studious gals who hated sujit and had liking 4 me (as I assume) …. liked by the teachers as if only gals surviving.
OM and bumpy-close pals…Om..a big time phattu (son of chairman of our school) with 18 inch biceps and his best buddy Bumpy..school’s vice captain
New pricipal in school..mr A.P.Jyotish(nvr tried knowing his full name..it ws scary..hrd only once when he ws introducing himself) . a man of philosphies and known 4 his invisible cane stick which appeared frm thin air frm behind his bk(I think he must b keeping it inside his…err chuck it )
So last day in school be4 Diwali brk…sm students had tried to bring to notice the upcoming diwali vacations by bursting small crackers which served other purposes too.. their futile attempt to impress the gals and to cum in limelight.

Cuming to class XI ws big achievement for us coz many had flunked the board, few left but most importantly we assumed power. So we were desparate to bang our presence and supremacy in school.Sm how lenka arranged for a cracker(but seemd to me like a bomb..big one) and matchbox ws alwys there in clas 4 lighting the coveted NAVY CUT. So the platform ws set.

Now the next question ws to strategically place it…evryyr sm or the other chap bursted cracker in western pots in bathrums or in the tubla of music rum..this yr we decided to place the cracker under the blue sky, into the newly acquired flower pots..one tht caught our attention ws a blossoming flower…our prey, just kept outside our class. During our sports period all of us stayed bk in class rather running to grnd 4 sm futball action, and finalised our plan.

BOOM..and the light ws gone…green threads scatterd all arnd…the fuse ws exactly above tht flower pot which cudnt survive the blast and breathed his last…the pot resisted and escaped with minor bruises, the plant was also unscthed (minus the flower). But our hrts changed tune frm mujra to harcore metallica. We ran inside our class and satrted dicussing sm maths or physics prob. Evry1 ws studying 4 the first time in KV history during a sports period be4 vactaions while no tests arnd the corner.

Evry1 moved out frm their classrums to c wht happened at the site or rather to know who is the Champ behind the feat, but Class XI ws not bothered by all this…evry1 ws solving numericals for cracking IIT.

Princi,tripathi mam(chemistry) and PTI(US cop)..rushed to the spot to cover the action post-blast.our class ws locked and teachers started searching 4 sm traces of matchbox and more crackers(probably 4 their kids). No one ws ready to disclose as the main culprit coz it ws no1 else but gr8 Sujit lenka. After the class rum search ws over, our pants were targetted by the US cop. I ws the 5-6 guy frm where the search began and by the time PTI reached me he ws nauseated by the smell frm the sweaty undies and socks. So he asked me to take on the search for the rest of the guys and I finished the job in next 3 min.

ashim and manish who hd rushed to PT room to place bk the stolen chinese chkr were the first to b tormented mentally. Thn came the turn of the “chicks” who anyhw kept mum for if thy disclosed anything,lenka wud hav done more harm to their entity thn any1 else thy knew. But thn came OM’s turn..whn he ws made to realise by the teachers tht he is son of Chairman and sud alwys b with the truth,.. he cam bk to class rum to convice all of us(supported by Bumpy) tht Lenka sud accept the fact and he wud himself go to any extent(like getting prici trasferred) to save lenka’s existence in the classrum. Finally Sujit also felt the pressure and surendered just to b kicked by sm teachers who were searching 4 an opportunity to get themselves involved in a Sport called “Thrashing the kids”.

This incident ws an eyeopener coz it categorised the batchmates…..those who showed their bks and those who were liable to choke dwn under pressure frm the teachers and those who were ready to disclose facts4 the sake of gud marks in practicals, and the Bhagat singhs of the class who stood 4 their batchmate.

Ulimately evrything returned to normalcy post-vacation except the flower in the ill fated pot which didn’t grow a single inch in the next 1 and half yrs of our stay in school…A REMINDER for the juniors.

NEW HORIZON

This being my first go into the great world of blogging, this would be more of myself and very similar to thanking note that was practised in Oral Communication Classes by Pallavi Walia Raj's (mrs india 2006-frst runner up..best model)
Being from the marine fraternity, I wud pray for the safety and lives of all mariners rubbing their asses off , to feed the necessities of 'golu" tummies of the Europeans and Americans, and in turn increasing their bank balance. Mariners are typically those people who hold atleast 8-9 credit cards, latest cellphone..but ironically by the time thy sig(h)n off their vessel, their mobile is outdated and the bank comes up with a new gold card. But sea is awsum and their is no second thought to this..dolphins,whales, jelyfish,sm times sharks(particularly in pacific). After bidding goodbye to sailing and opting for MBA, I miss a lot of things like...sea(both in calm and rough weather), rolling of ship(i hate whn it pitches), free 'daru' parties, the respect frm the subordinates, and obviously 2nd engineer's wife(gorgeous)
Wel enough of shipping rght....
Now the thanking part...obviously..I would thnak my parents first, coz I wouldnt have existed without them to write this blog. Then come my batchmates..mostly those who were Awara types who made me think maturely before I had grown up completely. And then "Hasin Bano" who taught me the lessons of being in love, though herself being unaware of tht(I fell in love with her when I was in std 5...now she is married and raising her 2 kids). Finally Tolani Maritime Institute for teaching us how to do SHAITANI in a training coll. (I will come up with more on Tolani in later blogs)
There are many more who hav played a great role in shaping up my life...sm of thm are MAOUSI(tolani maritime tapri), who distributed cigrettes and reduced the distance I would have walked to get the pack.. and finally I would like to thank Anglo Eastern Ship Mgt Ltd, Hongkong for providing me the opportunity to consume free liquor onboard and go to some great places.
Last, but not the least, Himanshu(who stood by my side during the brawls) and Shikha who not only dragged me into toughest of times but tried pulling me out too.
ohh...I forgot to thank Spjain people for inducting me into their programme(but then i coughed up 12 'petis' too)
Regads to My local hometown friends, peermates in Tolani, family members, and all who helped me in sm or the other way.
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