SpeakOut#16 - The different way I went to attend an exam

My final semester University exams began on April 15th.

I won't be attending it this time though because I had an accident the same day it started.
I made a move so a car that came my way wouldn't hit me or a man walking aside wouldn't get hit. 

Both of them were safe. It gave me a head injury which wasn't massive.
Damage is inside. Skull crack and blood clot. Just abrasions on head and hand.

I got admitted to a hospital for 5 days through which I missed 3 papers.

The news spread fast and from the moment I was taken for treatment, my relatives and friends kept getting so many calls.
My parents were broken at the moment then. They're fine now. 

I brought a major shock to a lot of people. They kept telling me that.

My smile assured a lot of people that I would be fine. 

That's what got everyone along in between when I was shifted from hospitals after the accident.

I opened my eyes and I saw all my relatives and friends together and smiled at them and said Hi and asked how they were doing. It made them happy so they knew it wouldn't be all bad.

Everyone said I'm doing well because of a multitude of prayers.

It was only when I gained consciousness in the ICU that I realised what had happened completely.

Amma was all distraught when she was in Abu Dhabi. She reached here fine, thanks to our relatives and friends and her co-workers there. When she got to see me in ICU and saw me smile and identify her even when she was covered in mask, I believe She understood I'll be fine.
Appa was stuck in between the rush too but thanks to our relatives again, he did well too.

Hehe, all my friends and family kept telling my parents that too many good things kept happening to me so 'aarandu kannu vechatha'* (hehe) but yes, it hasn't gone critical due to God's grace and all the prayers which are still coming.

I was like some guy in some inspirational comedy movie when I woke up in the ICU realising what all happened and experiencing the after effects (hehe). I wish someone would have recorded all the things I remembered and I did in the ICU and stuff. It really made me and whoever heard me smile.

Because of all this, in the ICU I realised how precious my life is by not what it means to me what how it means to others I guess.

I understood my family and friends and teachers meant a lot to me when I remember how happy I was when I saw them during the shift from a hospital.

I remember I do have a spiritual self when I woke up in the ICU actually praying halfway and finishing it.

I understood although I'm scared of death, my death is of no meaning to me but it worries me only cos Ill miss everyone else.

And about my studies, well in a minute's matter I remembered I do have time but how much I will do later is not sure.

I know I want to speak more but some words are missing from my mind.

(I've been having some words forgotten from my usual usage ever since the accident. It will take time.)

I know my friends and family are my inspiration now.
These moments are rare and I feel that this was all meant to happen.
Thank God. Thanks to everyone's prayer and care. Keep doing it. :) I will too.