God made a way, where there seemed to be no way..

Okay so now that you know all that needs to be known about me and what I was before the accident, let's go on to the most interesting part.. the action sequence. Now I'm going to narrate the happenings around me, how I was transferred from the accident spot to the hospital and how everything seemed to fall in place. It's hard for me right up to this stage, to think of all that happened that evening, and not be amazed at the awesome ( forgive me for a lack of a better word, but when I say awesome, I really mean it, to the full sense of the word ) way in which God makes His plans.

After the fall, which in itself could have caused a few damages, but didn't do much, I opened my eyes, and what I saw was something I can never forget for the rest of my life. A huge lorry tire was spinning toward me. It was just an instant, I thought that was it, end of my life. People generally say that in these life or death moments, your past just flashes before your eyes. Not for me, it was a very short moment. I don't remember even having the thought to call out to Jesus, if my memory serves me right, all I remember saying was " uh, oh.. ". BANG..

After a lot of noise, pain and my body moving forward, stuck between the rubber and road, I realised I was in fact still alive. There I was, lying on the road, chest and abdomen crushed under the immense weight of the water lorry. I was desperately trying to catch my breath, but it was getting ever so hard with each passing second. It was because my lung was punctured. One of the six ribs that were fractured must've done that job.

I felt thirst like I had never felt before. My insides burning as if they were made of hot rubber. I still remember how I felt that moment, surprised to be alive, yet all I wanted then was water. I kept asking " thanni, thanni, yaarachu thanni thaanga " ( water, water, someone give me water ), with as much voice as I could muster. I am not quite sure why I felt that way, but my guess is, it was because of all the internal bleeding, so much blood loss happening on the inside, invisible to the naked eye.

Bystanders, there were a quite a few people in that area at the time, came to my help. They pulled me up, and as I struggled to stand, carried me to an autorickshaw. They took out my mobile and asked me who to call. My first reply was my friend, who was my college mate and coworker. I knew that he was in office, quite close to the spot of the accident. Next, they found my dad's number, and gave him a call. Then they informed the emergency number, to send for an ambulance. Each of these tasks had such a vital purpose in Gods plan.

So they got me into the autorickshaw, and headed in the direction of the hospital, which was a super speciality center, and it was in extremely close proximity. On the way, the ambulance that was called for caught up with the auto and I was transferred to the ambulance. From this point on, my consciousness became quite muddled. Most of what I describe, I came to know only later on. But having heard it from so many people and so many times, I can give you a pretty accurate picture.

I was in a very critical condition as I was admitted in the hospital. Usually in private hospitals in India, it is highly unlikely that doctors would start work on a patient unless they have a proof that you are capable of bearing the expenses of the treatment. And I guess they would need a signature of consent from a family member. I was in a position where neither could be provided. My dad who had just gotten the news was starting from home, which is an over 20km drive through the city. At that time, due to traffic, it would certainly take another one and a half hour minimum to get there. But I didn't have that much time as I was losing pints of blood with each passing minute.

When things look impossible and lost, that's usually when God intervenes to pull you through. That's exactly what happened. My dad on getting the news immediately gave a call to my uncle, who is a doctor, to accompany him. This uncle should have been in Bangladesh at that moment for a conference. Due to some political unrest, that event was cancelled and he was in Chennai. By some chance, he remembered that a colleagues son, who was also a doctor, worked in the very hospital in which I was admitted. He was a very reputed doctor, and had a good say in the establishment. He convinced the management. And so, without a signature, without any financial guarantee, I was taken in, ready to be operated on.

What happened next was something that, if you had seen in a movie, you'd think, " there's no way that can happen.. ". At the time I arrived at the hospital, there was another elderly gentleman, due to be operated on. His case was complex and required the presence of many specialist in the operation theatre. There were seven doctors all ready to attend to him. And I am brought in, extremely critical and in need of immediate attention. I guess you understand what must've happened next.

The doctors approached the family of the elderly gentleman and explained the situation. His case was luckily not as critical as mine and could be postponed for a little while. Yet, it was the grace of God, and a very miraculous one at that, that they accepted to postpone their surgery and allowed me to be attended to. I am still extremely grateful to the people who took that decision, even though I haven't seen them yet. If they hadn't allowed me to be operated on, there is nothing we could've done about it. And I would not have been here writing all this. But I am more thankful to Our Lord and Saviour Jesus Chirst who planned everything out, to keep all the surgeons ready exactly at the time when I needed them. These were all top doctors in their field. Each of them highly required at that stage as I had damages to multiple organs.

And so the operation went on for nearly nine hours like I had said before, and I had to spend another 22 gruelling days in the ICU before I was able to be with my kith and kin. There were many incidents where I see the hand of God during those days, but the beautiful plan that He made for me couldn't be more profoundly visible than in those moments that immediately followed my fall.

My Life: Before 17:30 15-3-2013

I know this blog is meant to be about my challenges after the accident and how I coped with it through Gods help. But, before I get into all those details, I feel I must share with you how my life was before that fateful day. Perhaps some of you might even relate to the kind of person that I was. So let me just start.

I am the second of two children to my parents. My mother works in the banking sector, and my father worked for a private company from where he took an early retirement. As the younger one among the siblings, I must admit, even though my parents were never overtly partial, I did enjoy a lil bit of extra love. My childhood was a wonderful phase. Loving parents, a caring sister, everything I needed and even some extras in the form of toys and stuff that most 90' kids would relate to.

Three things really marked my pre-adolescence, a computer, cartoons and cricket. I would either play or watch cricket, watch cartoons or sit on my computer. Naturally my ambitions, if I could call them that, at that moment of time was related to that. I either wanted to be a fast bowling all rounder, or a game designer. It's funny when I look back now, I never even attempted to be either.

I reached adolescence, and all the pressures of achieving something finally got to me. Cricket took a back seat, all the codes and stuff were forgotten, all I wanted was to score well in my public exams, and get a good name from my family and peers. Now this phase, where I really started to care about my life and it's outcomes was when Jesus started to become a very prominent person in my life.

Till that moment, God was always a very important person yes, but that was only when I had to make a list of important people in my life. My family kept me in the faith, but I hadn't found Christ till then, I wanted to be a good man, not really a good Christian man. I was regular to church, we would never miss a Sunday service. I was active in Sunday school, where I've won many prizes as a child in the exams and competitions. But my personal relationship with God was established only when I really needed him in my life.

As I started preparing for my exams I realised that I was gifted by God with a very good understanding. I needed very little time to learn new concepts. But my powers of concentration was too low. I would spend hours and hours with a book in hand, finishing just a few pages of what I had to study. I realised then that I couldn't do it alone. In my weakness I realised that I needed Jesus' help.

I learnt to trust lesser and lesser on my strengths and more and more on Jesus. As Paul says in his Epistle to the Phillippians " I can do all things through Christ who strengthens me ". From them on at every important phase of my life I headed to Jesus. If I had to take an important decision I prayed. If I was to take a test, conduct an event, face an interview, I did my best in preparing, mostly lesser than other people, but I transferred my burden to God. And He was with me through it all. He exalted me, gave me success in each endeavour I took.

I scored well, far better than my preparations should have gotten me in each test I took. Right from my 10th Grade board exam, my School Finals and each semester in college. In fact for the way I studied in college I was surprised I didn't have any arrear. By the grace of God I obtained all this. I sat for two interviews, the first companies to come to my college, and again God was with me and I was offered a job in both companies. One was TCS, from the IT sector and the other Geometric, an Engineering Services firm. I chose the latter because it was the field I loved.

Through every stage of my life, God was with me. I have never, not once felt forsaken. Jesus has been there for me when I needed, but the thing is, I was never there for Him. I did try to be close to Him, but it was only the challenges in my life that made me seek Him. At other times, I returned to my sinful self. Again and again Christ won over me, only for me to allow the devil to tempt me away from Him. That was the story of my life.

If I hadn't met with the accident, that is most probably what I would be doing even now. My life had entered into a pattern that I couldn't break out of. Unless something of a larger magnitude happened in my life I would never ever get any closer to God, nor would I do something for Him. I have always contemplated a situation, that after I die I would go into judgement and God would ask, " what have you done for me ? ". Now through telling people about how He has touched my life, I have something to do in the name of Christ..