Sunday, 26 June 2011

Preamble to the mishap

Life hardens you the most when you least expected.

My father was a healthy retired man when suddenly clear fluid started flowing from his left nostril. Initially we thought it was common cold and when it did not stop, he visited a couple of doctors who did not diagnose correctly. Finally it was Dr. BG Rudrappa who did a MRI scan and informed us that it was the brain fluid which is leaking because of an impact that would have happened. We were not sure when my Father had an impact blow on his forehead. On flash back we realized, that an year ago, when kids were playing cricket in front of the house, the leather ball had hit him on the forehead. Though it pained, he recovered soon and later we forgot about it.

And, on Dr.Rudrappa's advise, he was asked not to bend down, lift heavy things and sleep with the head on a higher pillow. The membrane would heal by itself. Life was usual for the next month or so.

It was another sunny day in our lives when we set out for a temple visit of our family deity Mavinakere LakshmiVenkataramana Swamy on 26th June 2011.

The trip was filled with fun and songs sung by my Father. He was excited as always. We spent a good amount of time in Mavinakere before heading out to Hebbale - the birth place of my Grandfather. Dad & I got into the river Hemavati for a bath and it started raining. We did not care much and enroute, I turned the car towards Shravanabelagola to visit the Gomateshwara temple.

In front of the Mavinakere temple

My Father climbed the hill one go, putting the rest of us to shame in front of his stamina and energy. He did not spend much time on the top either. He quickly descended down and even gave climbing tips to folks who were struggling.

Anna giving tips on how to climb

The trip was a blessed one without any accidents or unpleasant events.

The next day 27th June 2011, I left for office by 1730 Hrs and he bid me good bye. Everything was good till the time Vidya called me at 0100 Hrs telling me that Anna has collapsed in the bathroom. With the help of the neighbors they had lifted him to the hall. I asked her to stay calm and describe the symptoms. From what she described, it appeared like stroke. I gave her instructions which My Father had taught me on what should be done in case of a stroke.

I immediately left from office and by then Kiran had reached home. Kiran, Vidya and Rajappa uncle had shifted him to St.Johns hospital. When I arrived at the hospital, they had done the blood sugar test which was at 400. He went through a MRI scan and the duty doctor told, everything is normal and its probably because of the high blood sugar he collapsed.

Post Surgery with the drain connected straight to the brain

His condition was still critical, jaws opened, eyes frozen in a open state turned towards the right and no movement on the left side of his body. Not sure if he was even able to listen to what we were saying.

Without second thoughts we rushed him to Apollo hospital in an ambulance. Now it was me and him in an unconscious state in the ambulance. He vomited bile which was a clear indication that he had a seizure.

The duty doctor who examined him immediately called Dr.Ashok who is a neurologist. Within 5 minutes Dr.Ashok was there and asked me a lot of questions and I did inform him about the clear fluid leaking from his left nostril which had stopped. Looking at Fathers symptoms, he informed me that he should be moved to ICU. I resisted telling him that my Father was fit and fine last evening and what would have happened in such a short time. He convinced me that the MRI looks fine, however the seizures may take sometime to show on the reports. Also he needs to investigate on the brain fluid which may have caused the seizures.

He was moved to the ICU and we were still thinking once the blood sugar comes to normal he would be fine but fate had other plans. After the diagnosis the doctors identified that he was suffering from bacterial meningitis to the brain. Step one was to kill the bacteria and prevent it from multiplying. On day two, Dr. Ashok informed me that my Father is still in danger and the chances of his survival is only 10%. The medicine administered has killed the bacteria which was confirmed by the lumbar puncture test. But the threat was in eliminating the dead bacteria from his brain which could turn into venom. It was a tough message and I and Kiran had to prepare everyone at home to face the worst. He was in coma for 5 days. On day five I called my friend Nagaraj who is an anesthetist. He rushed to the ICU and shouted my Dad's name to which he responded. He came out and shouted at me telling that, your Father is not in coma and he should be taken out of the ventilator the next day.

SaiBaba to the rescue - Day five before Nagaraj could visit, my friend Gaurav visited the hospital and gave me a picture of Saibaba and a little ash to be applied on his forehead. I placed the picture on the window where my Father could see if he were to open his eyes. And as it turned out, Baba had come in the form of Nagaraj bringing hopes and reassuring everything will be fine and he will recover.

Day six, Father was out of the ventilator and he was able to breathe on his own. The only name he could remember was mine. His memory was erased to a great extent. To that extent, that he had forgotten Mother's name, confused between Vidya and Ramya. Kiran, Skanda and the rest of them did not even exist in his memory. It was now tough with his hallucinations of a 200 feet snake, Saibaba trying to protect him, his bed going up and down. He had slipped back in time to his days in BOSCH.

He repeated the same things over and over again to me. When I tried telling him about Mom, Skanda and Ramya, it had no impact on him at all. It took some time for him to be able to recollect faces and attach a name to them.

The doctors discharged him and it was not over yet. He had to undergo a surgery after a month to plug the torn membrane and prevent a similar infection from occurring again.

A million thanks to Dr. Ashok and Dr. Praharaj who performed the surgery and within 2 days he was discharged.

He was on medication for good three months and now along with memories, its a thin scar that remains on his head.

GOD shows up in different forms - you have to be awake to see HIM. Nagaraj, Gaurav and his family, the Doctors and the neighbors.


Thursday, 2 June 2011

“Royal Enfield” – thy name roars! Dream History & Reality!

A post that was long due to my lovely family & friends...
Childhood: I was in primary school & my evenings after completing my homework would be to play marbles with my friends in the small playground opposite to my home. Thanks to the wonderful fields, open country, the cemetery, big open well, chirping birds that surrounded our small little home with strange reptiles that would often pay visit & the silent night that woke up to the cries of the big owl family & the fierce & sharp howling of the nearby stray dogs. I would, every now & then be distracted with my game & studies with the beat of the Bullet of uncle Ramu. I would listen to the beat of the Bullet & the sound would continue to reverberate in my ears. I wondered at the robust machine & at a young age compared Bullet with other bikes. Though my knowledge was limited to the knowledge of the friends around me, whenever I got someone who could tell me about Bullet, I would be all ears paying attention to the details of the description. The sound would last though the Bullet had gone beyond sight.

Thus began my curiosity of the Bullet which, one day I wanted to own.

"Master & the Beast"
Childhood through 17 Yrs age: I remember the conversations with my friends about Royal Enfield and I should say – it was a registered dream. When I was in MICO, I got more exposure on the mechanical aspects of my dream bike & the judgment in the mind & heart was made “Royal Enfield was engineered” while others were manufactured. My dear sister Ramya, friends Sridhar & Naveen would vouch for the passion.

17 through 30: My Father gifted me a Hero Honda CD100ss in 1997 & I rode it for a good 13 years. Though my craving for the thud stayed on, hidden & waiting to take over – Dream is indeed an opportunist & who am I to deny?


Not every hunt ends in a kill: Back in 2003, when I was an Assistant Driver with South Western Railways located at Hubli, I paid several visits to the Bullet garage but fate had it that I could never meet the owner to discuss on buying a second hand Bullet. In 2007, I visited the Royal Enfield showroom in Bangalore, got the quotation & thought I had made it when my Parents succeeded in convincing me that the time has not yet come.

Small Turns: Oh! A wonderful thing happened en-route life – My wedding with Srividya. Though the love story began on my Hero Honda which by now had taken the look of a Nazi with a swastika on the tank & the sides, I had slowly but effectively set the frequency of my love on the one that I have always loved. She would tell me of the glow in my eyes when I spoke of RE & after 6 months into marriage, was crazy as me but being a pillion is what she chose. 

Now that I had sold my Hero Honda & everyone convinced or confused, I’m not sure, I had to book my Dream Bike. The plan took a back seat for a while since my cousin flew to Germany on work & I had to keep his bike in the interim.

"Made like a Gun"
Thanks to Google: Productive hours at work went into research, analysis & making up my mind on which one? There was the 350 Standard, Machismo, Thunderbird, Electra, and Classic 350 & 500. If looks could kill it was Classic 350 that did the honors. Moreover, the new classic model inspired by World War II had to inspire me – a war freak! Specification read, re-read & re-read over a hundred times because “you don’t buy a Bull, you own a Bull”

Colour: Though a firm believer in black & white initially chose red as it represented passion, anger & blood. My wallpaper was an elegant picture of the beauty in red. 

Beauty in Red
Final verdict of all those who cared: Dad was convinced that I wouldn’t agree for anything lesser than Bullet, Mom tried but failed in convincing me that 1.25 lakh can be better utilized, my wife was happy that it’s happening & so was my dearest sister & brother in law was as excited as me in the classic 350. I knew my nephew Skanda would love the rides on my dream bike.

Booked & the wait that was shocking: After a couple of visits to the Royal Enfield showroom along with Dad & Vidya, on September 18th 2010 Red Classic 350 was booked. The wait time was a little under 9months was what the showroom mentioned. Did I have a choice? Hell no! I had to wait – I have waited since childhood & I was happy, excited, thrilled, amazed & what not about the bike that I shall OWN.

Majesty!
Change in colour: Red definitely looked stunning but black was evergreen. Having contemplated many times, during the 6th month of the waiting period changed the colour from Red to Black. May be the book Black Beauty had its impact unknown.

What’s in a number: Though not a believer in Astrology & Numerology, since my last number plate added to the number 9 & the rides were pleasant with no obstacles, I wanted the number to add upto 9 for which I had to pay 3000 rupees more.

Sum to "9"
Co-incidence of events & belief’s: My parents always buy things on a Thursday & so it happened. On Thursday the June 2nd 2011 my Black Classic 350 was delivered adding to the celebration of my Sister & brother in law’s 6th year wedding anniversary.

Looking forward to the long joyous rides ahead & the tag line of this blog “Where Dreams meet the conspiracies of Life”