The clock struck one

When midnight comes

“…nobody knows”

My name is Dalip Singha, when this blog began I was Vice Principal of the WelcomGroup Graduate School of Hotel Administration, in Manipal India which offers a bachelors’ degree in hotel management at the MAHE University. I was 60 years old, and 60 years, in any man’s life is a milestone. After a stroke it’s a few kilometers up or down, from that milestone, depending on which way you are headed.

I was struck by a stroke on 4th December 2006. This narrative is an attempt to relate the feelings and thoughts of a victim of a stroke both during and after a stroke, with the idea and intent of serving as a guide to people who may suffer from a similar fate. It goes without saying, as a narrative it is entirely subjective and does not purport to be totally accurate in terms of facts and medical realities and thus should not be taken literally.

As a result of the stroke my left side was paralysed. I lost the use of my left arm and leg and my speech is also affected, which I believe is a common occurrence, post stroke.

At the physical and emotional level this meant I was completely immobile and cut off from my human environment due to the inability to communicate. I was marooned on an island called “self”.