Friday, March 28, 2008

A bad phase

YESSSSSSSS! The ICSE exam is finally OVER! What a month this has been! It was not all about the exam though. Both good and bad phases made up my March 2008. Actually, it was mostly good as I was satisfied after sitting for each exam. But, seven days were bad, very bad.

It all began on the night of 17th March. My father said that he was not feeling well. He had vomitted and had loose motion and was extremely tired. But, his face didn't suggest that it was something which would be cured after a good night's sleep. What scared us the most was that he showed certain symptons which he shown in August 2004 (when he had been admitted to a nursing home because of a mild cerebral attack). The situation didn't improve the next night either and my mother got angry with my father for not looking after himself, specially during my exam. I only kept quiet and tried to prepare for the Chemistry exam which would be held next day. But, my mother continued to be angry and my father continued to say that there was something wrong with his health, but he didn't know what was wrong. He just sat with a peculiar expression on his face. At the same time, they both kept on telling me that I had to give my exam very nicely. I know I should have been a bit more patient and should have cooperated with them for a bit longer. But, I couldn't control myself and burst out, "There's no peace here!" It's not that they got angry with me but my mother became more frantic.

Anyway, when I came back home on 19th March after sitting for my Chemistry exam and assured my parents that I had a spectacular exam, I was sure that the happiness in our house would prevail once more. Moreover, my father would visit the doctor that evening. Certainly, everything would be ok after that. At least, we would get to know what exactly had happened to my father. But, I was so wrong. At about 8.30 p.m., my mother called me saying that my father would have to be admitted to a nursing home. It was something more than just loose motion after all. She came back at half-past eleven that night and explained to me that the sodium and potassium levels in my father's blood had fallen much below the safe limit. He needed hospital care. But, such tough situations do arise in life. It was not the time for us to sit and cry but to stand up strongly. I felt weird. The first thing that bit me was that I had my Maths exam four days later. I simply hate and fear that subject. Would I be able to go to with my mother to the hospital to visit my father? Would I be able to cooperate with her ? How would I help her if I had to prepare well for my exam? Although she told me that by studying, I would help her the most, I was not happy. I hated the thought of staying at home with the books of that subject to keep me company while my mother did all the work alone. Besides, everyone else would visit my father, but I would not be able to visit him! I just couldn't tolerate that thought! My mother had seemed to read my mind. She suggested that if I had carried my books with me the next day, we could go and visit my father first and then to a relative's house nearby. I could study there all day and then we could visit my father again in the evening. I agreed at once.

The next three days passed according to our plans and expectations. I was considerabely more cheerful because I could study well( at our relative's house in the morning, at our house at night and in the bus during the one-hour fifteen minutes long journey from our house to the nursing home). My mother was cheerful too because she has always told me that as long as I am with her, she has no fear. My father was also happy because his health seemed to be improving.

Although we expected the doctor to release him on 23rd March, Sunday, the doctor, Goutam Sarkar, told us that he wanted the sodium level to increase just a bit more. My father was a bit upset and he had wanted to drop me at my school on Monday. Then, Dr. Sarkar asked me,"Will it be ok if your father doesn't go with you on Monday? Will your exam be good?" I smiled and said ,"Yes". Dr.Sarkar remarked,"That's settled then. Your responsibility is to give your exam well and my responsibility is to make your father fit by Monday evening." I was not disappointed. In fact, from that point onwards, I felt that I had to do well in Maths. Somehow, I had to. Doing well in Maths would not only be beneficial to my overall result but would also provide immense satisfaction to my parents. And, I was bale to provide them with that satisfaction when I myself on Monday that I had sat for my best ever Maths exam. It indeed had gone very well. From then onwards, there was no more grief. That evening, my father was released from the hospital, much better than before.

Everything is alright now. We are all happy. But, let's hope that such situations will never arise again. But, I think that's too much I am asking for. Bad phases will come and go. We have to stand up to them. If we never cry and if we are never worried, we can't expect such happiness to come our way either.

13 comments:

Woodsmoke said...

This is a brave post. Thanks for sharing it with us. I can only imagine how tough those days must have been for you.
Hope Pisha springs back to his usual self as soon as possible.

Butterfly said...

@Woodsmoke
Thank You for the compliment. Just pray for Baba and Mammam....

~ Deeps ~ said...

Hope your dad gets well completely soon..........

Dhrubo said...

Beautifully written...you were so brave!I can't imagine how diffcult this must have been for auntie and you...!
You really desreve a treat,firstly for tackling this unfortunate situation so well and secondly,for sharing it with us!

The culminating paragraph was just wonderful...I loved it!And I do hope you never have to face such an ordeal again!

Rohit Talwar said...

The little girl's growing up so fast :)

Amiya said...

I hope your dad gets back to perfect health real soon, and hope your family doesn't have to face such a trying time ever again.
And your last para is really brave and mature. Hug.

And yay, so your exams are over! Can imagine how great that must feel, I remember the euphoria :) Well, make the most of your free days!

Enlightener said...

First of all I applaud your courage of facing the grave situation and yet managing to keep a cool head to prepare of the boards..
Secondly I wish you luck for your results and hope that Uncle gets well soon..and is make to his regualr schedule..
Thirdly I thank you for visiting my blog and your encouraing comments.
Fourthly I profess that I would surely try and use a darker shade for my tects to make readinmg yet more pleasurable...
And finally I thank you for the congratulations you gave for the t2 jig..It was really nice of you to connect that Abhishek pal with me...your blog is really nice, and the presentation of the post is appraisable....Keep blogging and Smiling Always...:)

Butterfly said...

@Deeps
:-)

@Dhrubo
Thanks for all the compliments!:-)

@Rohit
:-)

@Amiya Didi
Thank You.:-)
Yeah, I'm feeling very much free now.

@Abhishek
Thanks for the compliment and for wishing me luck for my results.:-)
I'll keep blogging and smiling and I expect the same of you.

Dibbasatya said...

thank you for commentin on my blog,
d poem dat gve ur comment on is nt d one i like much, bt stil thank you!
and u r very brave one!!!!

Butterfly said...

@Dibbyasatya
You're Welcome.:-)

And, Thanks for complimenting me too.:-)

Dibbasatya said...

i wuld like u to check dis out

http://streetsoffame.blogspot.com/2007/12/my-vision.html

the dreamer.... said...

i think u have a nice blog to...thanks for ur comments on mine.....n i pity ur situation before chem....n u were brave.....i swear icse was one of the wierdest phases....and now its all finally over....time to party...for all of us!!!
im from la martiniere....which skool r u frm??

Butterfly said...

@Dibbyasatya
I checked it.:-)

@the dreamer
I'm from St.Stephen's School, Dum Dum.
Happy Blogging!:-)