In those days
there were just 3 Engineering colleges in Telangana with 400 seats. I could not
get admission either at Hyderabad or Warangal. I applied in a number of
Engineering colleges in other States. I first got admission at Annamalai
University - Engineering College, Chidambaram, Tamil Nadu. Then I started getting admission
letters from few other colleges but Annamalai University College was chosen and
I joined there. After being there for few days, I left the college because of
ragging and as lecturers were mostly teaching in Tamil. I gave excuses and
collected my certificates and returned home. Subsequently when my father took
up the matter with the Dean of the college, he assured to address my problems
and appoint one senior professor as my guardian at Chidambaram. But I refused
to go.
Offers of
admission from other colleges kept coming, including BITS, Pilani. My parents
were worried about me as I could not settle down at a good college in a South
Indian place, they were in a dilemma. Then they decided to send me to Manipal
Institute of Technology, Manipal, where my brother was already studying B.D.S.,
at Kasturba Medical College. That way I and my brother would be together for
three years and I will have to continue another two years on my own. The
Medical College and the Engineering College are almost side by side and the
hostels are also not far off, this gave them the confidence that I will be
happy with my brother and that this is the best place for me.
I started for
Manipal along with my father and brother. We started from Hyderabad by an
APSRTC bus to Bangalore. On the way, after having dinner at Kurnool and while
approaching Anantapur I developed stomach pain. As it was mild I did not tell
about it to my father or brother. We got down at Bangalore early in the morning
and as I was guarding our luggage, father and brother went to get tickets for
our onward bus journey to Mangalore. I was not able to stand straight because
of the pain. However if I lean forward a little; there was relief. When my
father and brother were returning with the tickets they noticed my condition
and I told them of the problem. They asked me whether I would be able to travel
another 320 Kms. up to Mangalore where we can see a doctor. I assured them that
I would be OK. En-route I was not able to have much for breakfast or lunch. And
in the bus I was made to lie down on two seats and rest. We reached Mangalore
in the evening and immediately took a taxi to Udipi which is 53 Kms. away,
where my brother knew a good doctor. We checked into a hotel at Udipi. My
brother brought Dr. Ullal to the room, he examined me and said that the problem
could be Appendicitis but he would be able to confirm it only the next day and
put me on medication. Brother went to Manipal which is 6 Kms. from Udipi,
checked into his hostel and later returned to our hotel with his friends. The
next day evening Dr. Ullal confirmed that it is Appendicitis and referred me to
Kasturba Medical College Hospital at Manipal for surgery. Father, I and brother
along with his friends reached KMC Hospital by 6:30pm. This is how I got
admitted into a Hospital at Manipal instead of College.
After
re-examination and preparation I was taken into the Operation theater at
9:00pm. After the operation when I woke up from the affect of anesthesia the
pain was gone. On the eighth day when the doctor opened the dressing he found
the surgical wound unhealed. So they waited for few days and then opened
alternate stitches to examine the wound. Two days later some complications
developed and then all the stitches were removed and the opening was squeezed
to let out the fluid that had accumulated there. After waiting for a couple of
days for the partially open wound to dry up, superficial stitches were put. I
was discharged from the hospital asking me to come again after a week for the
stitches to be removed.
I was in the
hospital for 26 days, mostly lying on bed with meager diet and sponge baths. I
was weighing 65 Kgs. at the time of admission and 56 Kgs. at the time of
discharge. I virtually learnt to walk again. I was not able to hold a glass of
water without my hands trembling. Knowing of my condition in the hospital the
Principal of my college, the hostel warden and few college students including
some would be classmates visited me.
My father
stayed with me until I joined college and I settled down at the hostel. The
college authorities gave me a room on ground floor in VI Block and close to the
Andhra Non-veg. mess. I had to put in a lot of hard work to cope up with the
classes I had missed due to hospitalization.
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