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The Miracleme Story 10-Merry Christmas!

 

I could not imagine getting into surgery without….without….celebrating our favourite festival –Christmas!!!!

 

 

Consider us mad. Consider us silly. Some even commented we were irresponsible.

Ha.

Big deal.

Myasthenia Gravis or what have you, could not be allowed to be a spoil sport.

Ok, now you tell me!

  • When things are bad and you know they can’t get any worse.
  • Surgery- inevitable.
  • Christmas coming back only after 365 days
  • New Year too

 

Then does it not make sense to celebrate it before a bandaged chest?

I would like you to click on the video below while you read the rest of this post. Let the song play in the background for effect!

This song from Kasme Vaade is our mantra. Make the most of what is TODAY. You never know what tomorrow turns out to be.

 

 

Both Rahul and I are suckers for celebrations. We realized this much later in our married life. We celebrate anything and everything.

  • Our birthday
  • Your birthday
  • Our anniversary
  • Your anniversary
  • Friend’s anniversaries
  • Our promotions
  • Friend’s promotion
  • Heart breaks
  • Proposals
  • Valentines
  • And ofcourse, all festivals starting from Jan 1st to 31st December.

 

Almost all these celebrations are with loads of friends. Some of them might vouch for it too.

And so 5th January 2006, was decided upon for the operation, post New Year celebrations with baby Rian.

Suddenly, I was scared no more. There was a light I could see. The light of the ON-AIR studio.

Image result for on air

 

Many have asked me over the years how I managed to keep positive?

I have always said the same thing. I never had a choice. I never gave myself a choice.

With a husband so young and dynamic-how could I think of conking off so soon?  Heee heee…

With a kid so young, I couldn’t be a Nirupa Roy for long. I had to after all see him atleast have his own kid or two. 🙂

With Bhai and Urmila and Amma, looking at me with those hopeful eyes, I could not think of listing all that was going inside my body or mind. I couldn’t be so irresponsible.

 

 

 

Most important. I felt the need, the urgency and responsibility to go back to Delhi, the listener of Radio Mirchi and my show. As if they were waiting just for me. This wasn’t true.

It actually was my pure love for Radio

 

As I popped Myestins after Myestins, I waited for my voice to clear. In that one hour window of good facial muscle strength, I either played and spoke to Rian or said aloud the following words…

 

“Radio Mirchi 98.3 Fm par aap sun rahe hain Bumper to Bumper aur main hun aapke saath, har shaam ki tarah Pallavi”

 

And on days I felt jittery, there were 2 main numbers I, smsed for comfort. Shalaka Paradkar and Riya Mukherjee.

Riya and I go back a long long way. She was my producer during my Times Fm Radio Jockeying days and then after years once again was producer of Bumper to Bumper but the relationship progressed from Producer-Jock to good friends, to the best of friends.

I wish smart phones existed then and I could have all conversations in the phone till date. Beautiful ones each one of them. Anguished words from one side, cheering and reassuring words from the other.

I can NEVER ever say enough thank you’s to the two rock solid friends who irrespective of the time of the day or night, always replied with the most soothing and encouraging words.

Today, I once again say Thank you to the two of you. In gratitude.

No one from Mirchi asked me about my leaves that were soon to get exhausted. Is there an organization that looks after its employee so well? I doubt.

Yes, I guess, this post has turned out to be a thank you note today. Which interestingly fits just fine with the feel of the day.

Christmas is just the day after tomorrow.

The only thing I avoided that time were calls from office colleagues and office-friends. All of them well-wishers. But think of it from my side, how could I chat with them on phone with a pronounced slur?

I, the Radio Jock. Me, the Voice-Over person.

I, Me, Myself?

Ahaankaar?

 

 

No, I think more than ego was a fear of being seen as someone not worthy. Being seen as feeble and weak. Of having lost (the voice) and the touch. Not upto the mark. They would question. They would be shocked. They might sympathize. I did not want any of it.

The pressure of performance. Performing the best in front of an audience. Be it the listeners. Be it colleagues. Be it friends. Performance pressure.

I told myself, this was a passing phase. I would meet them when I was fit and fine, hale and hearty and with my original voice back. I would like them to see me as they saw me last.

 

It’s been 11 years since that Christmas get-together. The party was much smaller then.

Tomorrow is a big one at our place with all children and their parents, from our son’s school group coming together,  for the annual Christmas Pot-Luck lunch.

 

Summer, Still-Life, Pitcher, Garden, Outdoors

 

Walk in if you want to feel the festive cheer too 🙂

 

White, Tableware, Christmas, Xmas, Holidays, Dinner

 

I was to be admitted on the 4th of January 2006.

We had thought, surgery on the 5th, another 20 days of rest and then back to business.

But then as you know, it never happened so….

 

TO BE CONTINUED…

 

 

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