My encounter with 'The System'

I never bothered about  the administration or how the things around me work. I was happy in my own life with my own boundaries and my own thinking. I went to School, college and even work without thinking about how the things really work. Until one day this accident strike me.

I lost my limb because of no proper administration and no proper management of trauma victim.

1. I have never ever broken a signal.  I am a law abiding citizen . Well to tell you the truth, my scooter is new and I don't want any kind of trouble for my newbie . That day  at the busy junction near R-Center signals were not working. I wanted to take a turn and out of nowhere, a truck came and it hit me. BANG and I was on the road.
2. the traffic police noticed me on road from the chowkie below the flyover and instead of coming to my rescue, went inside. he came after 15 minutes and by that time many people had come to my rescue. I wanted that traffic police to do something like catch that truck driver (I still dont know if the man escaped or was put behind the bars). 
3. I was taken to hospital in a dirty stretcher in police van (I was more concerned about catching infections from it rather then the from surroundings in the van). In police van my father , two constables and Swarnima (A girl who helped me throughout) kept silent.  I was  lying on floor with my injuries covered by my red bandhani dupatta .  
4. I was taken to the nearest hospital which was never prepared for a situation like this. The head doctor saw me and was perplexed to see me in such condition. some interns gave me first aid and kept me busy talking so i wouldn't lose my consciousness . some doctors were kind, some didn't know what to do and some were to afraid to even touch me. one intern  made a video of me shouting and crying in pain when they were washing my injured leg. (he had Kolavari Di ringtone which annoyed me every time it rang). In this hospital, i was administered first-aid and after one hour of drama, I was told that "We do not have proper equipment and a qualified surgeon to operate you" .
5. They wanted to transfer me to a hospital in Vashi, Navi Mumbai. I wanted an ambulance and the Hospital had a shortage. Hence, a state of art ambulance meant for trauma victim was called for me. Well that was what I was told. I waited for around one hour in that causality bed waiting for  those four wheels. But to my disappointment, the ambulance that came was a Maruti-Van which lacked even a hanger for my intravenous drip. I wanted to shout at them, i had lost around three - three and a half  hours in that hospital.
6. Atlast somehow I reached New-Bombay hospital and doctors again saw my wound, asked about it and then i was booked a bed in ICU. The doctor who had my video, showed it to all the doctors present and i could hear my own voice. I felt that one more girl is shouting in a voice like mine. (you do not like ur own voice in a video).
7. due to procedures and protocol of a hospital , my operation started at around 4:30pm. I had lost a lot of blood and TIME and was critical on  admission. Doctors and nurses were kind to me but at that time i wanted something else, that was - the TIME I had lost and thus a LIMB.

The system is still not efficient and lives are lost daily because of non-availability of basic infrastructures. I dont expect air-lift but atleast availability of information to everyone about nearest hospitals which cater to emergency cases. 

Whatever happened after that was out of the world. I  witnessed kindness from the people who came to my rescue on a busy Friday morning. I remember their faces and I thank them daily in my prayers. Well i never experienced carelessness from anyone but i witnessed lack of training to handle issues like this. 

When I was sitting on the road , my whole life was flashing in front of my eyes. I remembered each and every person who was a part of my life; people who helped me, people whom I helped . And I had just two things : Faith and Hope : that everything is going to be alright : That i am loved .