Atashi Sinha

''I am someone you'll probably find at a MUN (Model United Nations) Conference or in any open Mic event or posting some good writings and other stuffs on social media. If not that, you must have seen my articles being featured in Kloud9 national  magazine. So basically,  you now know that I love to write, speak and have fun. But no one knows me to the bone. My story isn't quite fully mine, but it belongs to my baba. MY BABA, MY HERO!

My father's a doctor and I've been raised in a middle class Bengali joint family, here in Cuttack. My Baba has always pampered me very much. Every year, he has some medical conferences to attend; so he takes us along (my brother, Maa and me). And it's because of him that I get to experience commodities that I never could've imagined- luxury hotels to stay in, good food, a great lifestyle. But 2015 was the end of all this. I was 11 years old then (in std VI), when my father got a heart stroke. Due to that incident, his left leg and left hand were paralyzed. The night when this happened, I remember Baba was taking out some money from the cupboard which I needed to register myself for an olympiad exam. As baba tried to hand over the money to me, it fell from his hands. When he sat before the TV, the remote fell down. Simultaneously, as he went to sleep , he started sweating despite the A.C. being on. He was admitted immediately. The next morning, when I went to meet Baba, he laid down on the hospital bed wearing the blue and dull robe. As I questioned my uncle about him, I learnt that both his left hand and leg were now paralyzed, which meant that he had lost the power to even move his left hand anytime in future. Luckily, the leg was alright. It took him 8 months to recover and when he did , he didn't back out from his work. He still went to the hospital everyday, though he no more drove the scooter himself. He did this because he knew that he had other lives to look after. Years after that, in 2019, Baba suffered a minor heart attack. He fainted. Immediately, he was being admitted to Apollo Hospital, Bhubaneshwar where the doctors found that there's a blockage in one of the channels of his heart. This required an ace doctor to operate on it and a lot of money for the operation. So Baba was taken to the Asian Heart Hospital, Mumbai where the renowned Dr. Ramakant Panda operated his heart and gave him a whole new happy life. This case was so intense that even a doctor like Dr. Ramakant had taken 3 hours just to plan and 8 hours to execute the operation. From there, I concluded that my father was on his death bed. He was confined to that one room for several months and with a specific diet. 

Now, I don't know how long my father will be here with me after so many hazards of health, but what I surely know is as long as he lives, he will prove to be the man of my reality. MY BABA is MY HERO! Despite facing so many turmoils in life, he is still working just to earn enough for a better future of his family. And if he's doing so, I surely won't do any less. As long as I have my father by my side , I'll try to give him all the happiness of this universe because again, MY BABA is MY HERO! 

Ever since then, I've urged to be a social worker, providing the impoverished ones the most that I can. I try to spread smiles and currently I'm working on a lot of things that I wish to do in the future. I live for others now and I'll try to reach to as many people as I can.

He's a fighter more stronger than anybody else on this planet. He is my inspiration. He is my BABA- Dr. C.K. Sinha. "

-Atashi Sinha