My 127 Hour moment

A challenge, a fight, a struggle , call it any way you like is real. As real as it gets, circumstances or situations, when they don’t go your way, become a challenge. Almost every externality was unfavourable, when I was trying to get myself to write after a road incident  left my right hand broken beyond immediate repair one month before my 12^th standard exams, all of my family’s efforts were wasted when they tried to get someone to become an assisting writer for me, all of it to no avail. I was left with two options, one was to let the year go, having worked hard the entire year, like every other sincere student, this option was gut wrenching to even think of, the other one was to risk recovery by forcing myself to write with the injured hand. I remember those days with fondness and fear, the images of me trying to lift a pen after a hundred failed tries is both comical and pity worthy, at least self pity ! as funnily self-deprecating I sound, me forcing my right hand to write and being able to give the 12^th standard exams without any exemption or assistance and doing well is a flag bearing example of me and my spirit rescuing me out the ditch. Each ditch, each challenge may be worse than the preceding, what matters is that each time one is better equipped to handle the incremental worseness. This little anecdote is tiny in front of what I saw in 127 hours, but then I was never under a rock, or is each challenge a rock, got to lift it somehow.