My Super D Maa

One day I got a call from my uncle (my father's younger brother) who use to live in Bhopal that my dadi ma has fallen from chair and her hip bone is broken. 

She use to stay with her elder son (my father) and some time visits her younger ones to another city. 

Among so many family members, I was her best one from family. We use to share amazing chemistry. We (me and my brother) grew up under her complete protection. No one in family or in the society could touch us. Everyone knew our grand mother. They use to call her 'dictator' because of her straight and sometimes rude nature. She was a doctor throughout her life and had treated complicated diseases of the area MLA MPs and many big influential persons. She had an outstanding respect among them in the community. First car, first TV of the town were at our place. She tells stories about the ministers who use to sit on floor for watching doordarshan at her home. 

 I started imagining losing her and became tensed. She was hypertensive, her heart was weak, her old age etc etc. My tension was increasing with every passing minute when I was rushing towards the named hospital. Finally on reaching the hospital, I found her bed ridden. But she was talking well and first thing what she told me with a smile was that "I knew that you'll come running". I told that my parents are also on the way. 

I asked her in my wittiest way how did you manage to fell from chair and broke your hip bone from such a small height. Now she smiled at me and gave a glare to her son, my uncle. It was my uncle's turn to explain me how did this happen. He told that she had to pick up some clothes from top of the almarih late night. She piled up chairs one on the other and climbed on top of them. While taking out those clothes Almirah shaked up with her hands and she lost her balance. Hence she was not fallen from small height. She fell from a significant height. I was stunned to listen to this. I knew that she has been named as a self made person throughout her life but she would do such a thing was beyond my expectations. When I turned my awestruck face towards her, she was just smiling. I told her, we celebrated your 80th birthday this year. Please get the number embroided in your head. Take some precautions dear and I gave her a big hug. Additionally I was thanking Devi Mata for saving her from such a big accident. 

At hospital, things were already settled by my uncle who himself was a senior doctor. I wanted to be with her and my mom told to stay till she is alright. So I stayed throughout her recovery period and continued my college from hospital. She turned 80 this year but her recovery post operation was very fast. When my friends came to know at college that my dadi ma is not well they all came to visit her. It was a good gesture for her to have so many youngsters talking and showing respect especially about the latest stunt of her. 

Later she was discharged and shifted to my uncle's house for final recovery and I continued to stay with her. She had to use steel walkers for movement, but she hate using those walkers. She wanted to walk on her own. She never had taken any support from anywhere in her life. 

Her recovery was also unexpectedly fast. She started managing everything on her own. She arranged everything around her so that no one will have to come and help her for things. Within a week she returned back to scolding the servants for slackness in cleaning up things and taking charge of them. She use to attempt walking without support whenever she finds no one is seeing her. But I knew her well and use to scold her to refrain herself from doing another stunt. 

In two weeks time she started walking up without the walkers. That was a miracle to everyone. Even my uncle was surprised. I was always fond of her stories of partition and her elite Punjabi breed which she was very proud of. The stories started to flow again which now included the line that 'Ye to Kuch bhi nahi hai, I was poisoned one day' etc etc. 

One day she called me up to say that you can go home now, I am alright. I ll come to your place soon.

 I was always an over thinker. Whenever a small thread comes out in my brain. I use to elongate it so big to make a complete scarff full of disasters.

 When I had first call from uncle, I started thinking of loosing her as she was in her 80s. But now I am going back home with everything as normal as before. 

What was that ? Miracle. No it was suffering the imagination. Which she lacks. She was not thinking about her age, her heart condition or anything else. Rather she was hating so many people asking about her ailment, she hate to walk with the support. She didn't even thought that whether she will be alright or not. 'Not' kind of word was not there in her dictionary. She was just following the medication and focused on her day to day work. But I,

I suffered my imagination. 

     Best part was that, the time was not social media oriented. Where I would have posted about my grand ma and would have got 500 comments of get well soon written. I had 5 friends who came to meet her up to hospital when they heard the news. also I did not disturb peace of many many old age personnel or their relatives by posting the incident on my social wall to increase their BP about their health. 

Yes social media connects us but it also disconnects us from reality, spread rumours, increase frustration and discomfort. 

Again, there are many many take aways from this incident too and I am still learning.