Seventeen years ago, Preethi Srinivasan was the Under-19 Tamil Nadu state cricket team captain. She was also an accomplished swimmer. Today, she is a quadriplegic confined to a wheelchair, needing her mothers help for everything in her day-to-day life. But her disability hasnt dampened her fighting spirit. Srinivasan has recently launched Soulfree, an organisation that aims to be the strength, voice and face of all those with spinal cord injuries. In this interview, which lasted almost two hours, Preethi speaks about her yesterday, her today and her dreams for tomorrow. Read Preethi Srinivasans story in her own words: It was a fairytale childhood An only child, I was born nine years after my parents marriage. I am happy I was born out of their union as they were so much in love. I had a fairytale childhood. I was born in Chennai but we travelled a lot. I studied in nine different schools, across three different continents, as my father was transferred to different places every year. I completed my schooling in the US. The 1983 World Cup was my introduction to cricket. I was just four years old, but I supported the West Indies as I was a big fan of Vivian Richards. So fascinated was I with the game that, at the age of seven, I went to a cricket camp that was organised for around 300 boys. There, the boys were scared to bowl to me as I used to hit the ball so hard. I also bowled fast but slowly became a leg spinner. I was so good in the game that I was selected to play for the Tamil Nadu State Womens cricket team at the age of eight. I dont think anybody has achieved this distinction. As I was the only child in the team, the other members would wash my clothes and take care of me. I still remember the match against Indian Railways that had Diana Edulji. I was 12 then and was asked to open with Hema Malini, who is the current coach of the Tamil Nadu team. She was 11 years older than me. Later, I lifted Diana to the mid-wicket boundary! I cherish these memories fondly; they will never fade. I thoroughly enjoyed playing cricket. It was my passion. As an only child, it gave me the chance to be a part of a group. The best days of my life were travelling with my team by train for tournaments. We used to sing, dance and make merry. A swimmer at age three I started playing cricket at the age of four, but I began swimming a year earlier! I learnt swimming for my father. It was his dream to be a swimmer and I guess he fulfilled his dream through me. I stood first in the state in the 50 m breaststroke; in all the other events, I was second. Though I didnt enjoy swimming much, the sport helped me develop strong shoulder muscles. Once, when we practised cricket for the state team at the beach, many were surprised to see me throw the ball from the boundary straight to the wicket keepers gloves. The onlookers didnt know I was only eight, they thought I was a short woman. They were shouting (West Indian Augustine) Logie, Logie, as he was very short! I dreamt of Princeton When we moved to the US, I had to leave cricket behind. But I was soon part of the softball and swimming teams. I was good in whatever I did, including academics. In grade 12, I was in the Whos Who of Americas list, which names the country’s top two per cent students. If I wanted, I would have joined any Ivy League school. Which, in a way, is such an irony. Today, I am finding it difficult to join a universitys distance education programme. If we had stayed there, I would have gone to Princeton. In a split second, everything was over The first 18 years of my life was like a fairytale; I feel have seen both heaven and hell in this life. I joined the five-year consolidated MBA course in Chennai so that I could continue playing cricket while my parents stayed back in the US. On July 7, 1998, just a week before my second year at college was to begin, we students went on an excursion to Pondicherry. On our way back, we decided to play in a beautiful stretch of private beach owned by one of the boys. We girls were holding hands and playing in two-and-a-half feet of water. Suddenly, the waves receded. I lost balance and stumbled. As I was a swimmer, I dived face down. The moment my face went underwater, a shock went through my body. I tried to get up but I could not move. My friends pulled me out. That was the extent of my injury. There was no impact. I hadnt hit any object. I didnt fall from a height. I did not bleed. I was not unconscious. In fact, I guided my friends through the first aid I needed. Apparently, when I surged ahead in the water, I broke my neck. It was one of those freak accidents. But, in that split second, everything was over for me. Since one of my friends father was a doctor, they quickly arranged an ambulance. I was taken to JIPMER Medical College in Pondicherry. They put a collar on my neck as it was broken and asked my friends to take me to Apollo Hospital in Chennai. Life takes a new turn As I lay on the hospital bed, I believed something had bitten me and I would be fine once the poison left my system. At that time, I did not know the damage was permanent. I would wake up every day thinking I would soon be all right. That was not to be. My life veered onto a different path. My head was shaved so that they could put in two drills to support two tractions; this ensured I did not move my neck. I was in the hospital for a month before my father took me to Chicago. I spent two more months in another hospital before I returned home, wheelchair bound. My whole life changed. An ascetic in Thiruvannamalai Two years after my accident, my father quit his job. We moved to Thiruvannamalai in Tamil Nadu in 2000 and stayed there like ascetics. We were totally cut off from the outside world. We lived in a cocoon. Never once did my parents blame me or tell me, Look at what you have done to your life and our lives. They continued to love me unconditionally. My parents are my biggest blessing. In 2008, my father -- who insisted I should not worry as he would always take care of me -- passed away after a massive heart attack. He was our connection to the outside world. We didnt even know where to get vegetables from. For two years, we struggled.A witness to my own story My mother, who had a complicated heart surgery recently, is worried about what will happen to me when she is no longer around. Honestly, I am worried too. My future stands before me like a huge question mark. I feel like I am watching my own story unfold. If it had been a happy story, I would have enjoyed it more. Ive had two near-death experiences. Since I did not die, I felt I have been kept alive for a purpose. Thats when I started thinking death represents freedom from the limitations of the body and the mind; that both hell and heaven are here. I have absolutely no personal desires now. I only want to ensure there are long term care centres in India for people like me, especially women.
Posted on: Fri, 25 Oct 2013 09:09:42 +0000
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