The Arunima

Friends, I.. Arunima Sinha! If you search on Google today, I am the one who comes up with 'first disabled woman to climb Mt Everest and first disabled Indian to climb Mt Everest'! But tell one? I am not born with any disability... I was not.200 km from Lucknow. Ambedkarnagar is in the distance.my village At home, I, mother, younger brother, elder sister are married. My father went to God home when I was young. Now Bhaisaab (elder sister's husband) is the key decision maker in our family. I was fortunate to be born in a family that loved sports immensely; But after winning the national championships in football and volleyball, I took Bhaisaab's advice as 'see if you can get a CISF job now, so you can stay connected to sports.' Accordingly applied for the job and received the call letter; But my date of birth was wrong in the form. It was necessary to go to Delhi to clear this mess.his day of April 11, 2011. Lucknow station was crowded. How to board the Padmavati Express through the crowd
I won the corner seat with a snort. The car sped up and my train of thought began. That's it... that's it Once the paperwork is done, we are sure.' Suddenly my attention was caught by those who were standing around me The youth fixed their attention on the gold chain around my neck;But I was also not a disciple of some crude guru. He inningsAs soon as I tried to achieve it, I gathered as much strength as I had and kicked everyone who came near me
Started giving prasad. Surprisingly, everyone in that box 'fights injustice as if it's a sin',
He sat firmly on the spot with such a face. Finally, the endurance of the thieves came to an end. In the dark nightThose murderers grabbed both my hands and feet and threw me out of the moving car. A passer-byI hit a speeding train and its speed sent me flying between two tracks. 'Arunima,The train is coming and take your feet off the track', the internal message reached the brain too late.Before that, a train passed by my feet. A report later published by the Women's Commission As many as 49 trains went over my feet that night... one knee
It had happened; But the other leg is also damaged.So For seven hours that night, I lay on the railway tracks begging for help. Surprisingly, my net was not lost and the brain was thinking of escape from there in full brilliance...everything got light and the railway sweepers came there. When they saw me in such a state of shock, they admitted me to a hospital in Bareilly village.and the cycle of misfortune began.That hospital in Bareilly had neither an anesthetist nor enough blood to give me. I gave courage to the worried doctors and colleagues, 'Doctor, otherwise my leg must have been strained. Now you can cut it without anesthesia.' The doctor and his colleagues gave me a unit of their own blood and my leg was amputated in front of me. Here I was on the verge of death; But a different drama was unfolding in the world outside the hospital. 'Football and the media picked up the news that the volleyball champion girl lay injured for seven hours without treatment. The then Sports Minister moved me to AIIMS, Delhi, I got the highest quality facilities as a national player... but... but the surgery was the same, that the media was making waves. From 'Arunima jumped off the train because she didn't have a ticket' to 'Arunima tried to commit suicide', everything was being printed. After almost four months at AIIMS, the physical wounds were bandaged; But the wounds of these psychological wounds were deeply wounding. Me and my protective family - we were shouting the truth; But no one had time or interest to listen to it.That same day, lying in the hospital, I determined, 'Let those who are speaking today, pointing fingers at me, speak; But one day it will be mine for sure, when this Arunima climbs Everest!' Believe me, I did not take this decision under any influence or emotion. My body was crippled in one blow; But my mind was a little crippled? The craze to take sky high must be in the blood... When we set our mind to something, our whole body supports us. Tell me one? Who is your biggest motivator? It is no other third party but ourselves. Now while getting up, eating and drinking, I started thinking only about Everest.That same day, lying in the hospital, I determined, 'Let those who are speaking today, pointing fingers at me, speak; But one day it will be mine for sure, when this Arunima climbs Everest!' Believe me, I did not take this decision under any influence or emotion. My body was crippled in one blow; But my mind was a little crippled? The craze to take sky high must be in the blood... When we set our mind to something, our whole body supports us. Tell me one? Who is your biggest motivator? It is no other third party but ourselves. Now while getting up and sitting, eating and drinking only I started thinking about Everest.When I uttered my determination to climb Everest, there were extreme reactions. 'Arunima's head is probably also affected due to the injuries on the body.' Of course people laughed at my speech; But my family and Bhaisaab stood firm with me. A difficult but I felt 'possible' journey was about to begin.he first stage was climbing training. Discharged from AIIMS. Generally patients who have to have an arm/leg amputated do not wake up for days or even months. I stood up in two days. A broken ankle bone in one leg, wearing a rod, which had yet to be fused. The second leg is a prosthetic leg fitted from the thigh down. That's how my avatar and Jodila Bhaisaab we reached directly to Bachendri Pal. Bachendriji is the first woman to climb Everest. They were the only ones who respected my goal and encouraged me. She said, "Arunima, you have taken such a big decision in such a situation... You know, you have always climbed the Everest inside you. Now you have to climb the Everest just to prove yourself, to show the world who you are.Nehru Cycling Training Centre' is probably the best in Asia. Here began my hard training for one and a half years. I was struggling through short but fairly dangerous mountain climbs, near-death experiences, grueling training that seemed to distract from the goal.A few things stood out during this training. During practice
The time I used to root my heel and toe in the ground, it kept spinning round and
be done A steel rod was inserted to hold the bones of the right leg together, even the slightest pressure would cause severe pain. At first my sherpa would not be willing to accompany me because of my 'such' condition. Of course, what's my story where the uncouth, dashing men don't dare roam? But my family persuaded my sherpa and from there it began a thrilling 52-day battle of passion and challenges!"Every climber has to make four basecamps before reaching the summit. Once you reach 'Camp Char', the summit is at 3500 feet; But most of the deaths occur in this phase, so it is called the 'death zone'. I would like to tell you that I was always ahead of my fellow climbers in the earlier camp till we reached the fourth base camp. So far, that people ask, 'Madam, every time you live ahead of us! After all, what happened to the account?' I was disabled, a girl at that, so I didn't want any kind of concession or sympathy Perhaps this thought was reflected in my actions.The ascent to the 'Death Zone' began... corpses littered everywhere, bone-chilling cold, near death. I saw the dead Bangladeshi climber I had met the night before... I was fighting back the fear that was rising in my stomach. 'You don't want to die, Arunima', was what I kept reminding myself. true
Says, as our mind tells us, so our body behaves.. On 21st May, 2013 the very last stage of the climb came. 'Arunima, your oxygen reserves are very low, turn back now... you can climb Everest again!' Sherpa was playing earnestly; But somewhere deep inside I knew that Now or never! Now, at this very moment, if I had not climbed Everest, my writing would have been like hugging death with my body. Moreover, raising all these sponsorships once again would have had to face this fire. I finally reached the top of Everest. I requested Sherpa to capture this historic moment on camera. I took off my last remaining oxygen mask for the photo.. If I was going to die like this then it was imperative to have proof of my success. After the photo, I made the Sherpa to take the video clip.. The Sherpa who was already angry took the video even though he was angry... Finally I hoisted the Indian flag on Everest.Now I was starting to descend. Just after 40-50 steps my oxygen supply ran out... say one? I don't believe in words like Luck, Bhagya, Kismet, Destiny; But I fully believe that Fortune favors the braves... As I began to suffocate, trying to breathe, just then we saw an extra oxygen cylinder thrown away by a British man as a burden. My sherpa quickly trapped me and slowly we ate down that 'country two minds safe and sound.Just then we saw an extra oxygen cylinder thrown away by a British man as a burden. My sherpa quickly hooked me up. Slowly we descended safely from that 'death zone'. There are more deaths on the way down than the way up... and we were over it. 'My day' had finally arrived...I had climbed 'Everest', one of the most important peaks in the ascent stage of a mountaineer!Climbing taught me some very important lessons. It gave me confidence. Lessons of leadership, team building were learned; But a steely hardness built up in me. Friends, I think it is not important what we earn in life, but how this earning makes us a better person. How we relate to others determines whether we are a good person or not.You want to say one thing to the boys and girls of the younger age group, that failure is not a failure when trying to achieve a goal, but when the goal is weak, it is called a failure.