2 years ago, on this date, I came home from a 5
day long hospitalization. I had burst my appendix and it had been a harrowing
experience. I was in a new country, surrounded by people I didn't know, dealing
with a medical system I couldn't make head or tail of. To say the least, it was
frustrating. I am not ashamed to accept the fact that I missed my mum and I needed
her more than life itself.
Looking back, it was also the experience that defined my MBA experience. As I lay on the bathroom floor, unable to stand and writhing in agony, I called all my neighbors. Understandably, at 4 am, all of them were asleep. Taking a chance, I called my friend who lived in the building next to mine. 2 rings, hello? All I could manage was a guttural scream that was somehow meant to translate to 'Help!'. Miraculously she understood.
For the next five days, I was shown the kind of friendship that usually comes with familiarity. But there I was, surrounded by people I was only getting to know. Somehow, in those 5 days, I formed a bond with strangers in roles that they will continue to essay 2 years later (give or take a few people). I don't know if any of my friendships would've looked like this if it wasn't for me not realizing my appendix had burst, and so in some dark twisted way, I'm thankful.
But I'm more thankful for my crazies. I promise this is the limit of me being sappy but here goes:
Anisha, no one in this world is a better companion than you for checking out hot docs and I still appreciate the goody bag that let me cleanup for them pretty ones
Looking back, it was also the experience that defined my MBA experience. As I lay on the bathroom floor, unable to stand and writhing in agony, I called all my neighbors. Understandably, at 4 am, all of them were asleep. Taking a chance, I called my friend who lived in the building next to mine. 2 rings, hello? All I could manage was a guttural scream that was somehow meant to translate to 'Help!'. Miraculously she understood.
For the next five days, I was shown the kind of friendship that usually comes with familiarity. But there I was, surrounded by people I was only getting to know. Somehow, in those 5 days, I formed a bond with strangers in roles that they will continue to essay 2 years later (give or take a few people). I don't know if any of my friendships would've looked like this if it wasn't for me not realizing my appendix had burst, and so in some dark twisted way, I'm thankful.
But I'm more thankful for my crazies. I promise this is the limit of me being sappy but here goes:
Anisha, no one in this world is a better companion than you for checking out hot docs and I still appreciate the goody bag that let me cleanup for them pretty ones
Tanvi, I remember chewing your ears off about
some saga or the other. Who knew, 2 years later, I would be doing the same.
This time over khichadi though. You do make the best khichadi ever!
Sneha, thank you for taking my call at 4 am. And
even more, for sitting at the hospital with me while they tried to figure out
what went wrong
Puneet, you're going to be my fake boyfriend and
favorite dance partner for life. Enough said!
Ani: For always being
around! Didn’t matter if I was venting, just needed to feel safe, be a drunken
mess, or most importantly, needed sushi. Chicago doesn’t absolve you. I’ll be around forever
And Preetha, you were nothing less than a mommy
to me. From taking care of my timely medication to helping me go through daily
ablutions, you were a rockstar! And I'm glad you've chosen to play that role
consistently since then! You truly are my heart!
To the people who visited, I am also very thankful for your friendship. For the fact that you took time out of what really was a busy term, to come spend time with me, hold my hand as I fussed, and help me walk with my IV pole. Okay, maybe not the last one because I'm sure as hell that was more entertaining for you than it was for me.
To the people who visited, I am also very thankful for your friendship. For the fact that you took time out of what really was a busy term, to come spend time with me, hold my hand as I fussed, and help me walk with my IV pole. Okay, maybe not the last one because I'm sure as hell that was more entertaining for you than it was for me.
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