Since my child hood, mum was love and papa was fear, more over synonyms … well time changes things, but how much?
Bihar, in 2001 census, Muzaffarpur had a population of 3,746,714 of which males were 1,951,466 and remaining 1,795,248 were females.
Average literacy rate stood at 59.10 and 35.81 in Muzaffarpur District. Total literate in Muzaffarpur District were 2,601,665 of which male and female were 1,539,154 and 1,062,511 respectively. In 2001, Muzaffarpur District had 1,440,954 in its district. Out of which 36% ware the kids below 6 years. Imagine the condition in 1988 when finally a phenomenon landed on earth … I, me and myself !!
My parents came up with an idea that I should not be allowed to play with the slum-dog millionaires in the neighbors, and I grew up with 72 TV channels with animals on discovery and cartoons on the network. Lost in my own world and having fights with me, I developed a personality which was not uniquely identifiable.
I used to be every character I liked, from Dexter to captain planet in 90’s till to Damon Salvatore to Joseph Morgan of today.
Papa was strong, determined, and confident and on the contrary the junior was suppressed, confused and variable having more of a kind of multiple personality disorder.
Five days of high temperature and pain, I was suffering from a viral infection, medicines could control the temperature for hours only and once their effect was off, I used to be hot again.
In noon I took the medicine, for the heat as it was bumping up, and it was prescribed to be taken once only, one hour later, mummy found that the fever was still bumping and was around 104 and counting, she unknowingly gave me one more of those heat tablets, and just ten minutes later papa came home and guess what, he gave me one more …
Me unconscious and dosed by three times the paracetamol I could bare started losing my temperature after burning at 105 from inside out, I could open my eyes and saw my family surrounding me, closed my eyes and in might me a second for me tried opening them again, the evening had turned in to night…
Family and family friends and the nabours all around me!!
Hell, what happened?
I figured out that since evening, my temperature started dropping and never stopped, I was 20 degrees below normal, my one had was in my mums and other in the doctors hand, he could not locate the pulse..
And the nabours already started with the chances of the death of a boy they almost never saw playing cricket or running for a kite which just detached from its thread or throwing a stone at the street dogs searching for a bit of shadow, well I was cold now, every second was noisy as I could hear the clock and barely see any faces, papa was sitting at near my head, I left mums and grabbed paa’s, and said I cannot hold it tight papa, I am shaky, uncle in the corner was trying to get the ambulance, mum was crying and my little sister was trying to keep me dry and warm.. But this time I was freezing from inside...
Time seemed stopped and I felt I am weightless, just one strong feel of having my father with me holding my hands as strong as the fear I had for him... in the mean while Mr. doctor figured out that I was overdosed and it reacted, so an antidote could work and I was stabbed an injection to stop the reaction as soon as possible, holding my fathers hands watching mum, my sister and a not so loved doctor.. The temperature finally stopped with the ambulance at my door steps...
The viral fever never came back but, I was up and running in five more days. Those three minutes went off but they left me with feelings I will never forget...
After more than ten years of those frozen three minutes, relations and the value of life changed, Mr. senior Singh is more like a friend than a father now, but the junior singh is still a hopeless.
If you want to feel an experience of love and proud to be your father's son, please try, "I Am MY Father's Son" by Dan Hill. I hope you will like it.
Thanks for reading
Regards, jey
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