Sharing something that I read...I just shared with my children too...
Naga
Naresh Karutura has just passed out of IIT Madras in Computer Science
and has joined Google in Bangalore. You may ask, what's so special about
this 21-year-old when there are hundreds of students passing from
various IITs and joining big companies like Google?
Naresh is special. His parents are illiterate. He has no legs and moves around in his powered wheel chair.
Ever smiling, optimistic and
full of spirit; that is Naresh. He says, "God has always been planning
things for me. That is why I feel I am lucky." Read why Naresh feels he
is lucky.
Childhood in a village
I spent the first
seven years of my life in Teeparru, a small village in Andhra Pradesh,
on the banks of the river Godavari . My father Prasad was a lorry driver
and my mother Kumari, a house wife. Though they were illiterate, my
parents instilled in me and my elder sister (Sirisha) the importance of
studying.
Looking back, one thing that surprises me now is the way
my father taught me when I was in the 1st and 2nd standards. My father
would ask me questions from the text book, and I would answer them. At
that time, I didn't know he could not read or write but to make me
happy, he helped me in my studies!
Another memory that doesn't go
away is the floods in the village and how I was carried on top of a
buffalo by my uncle. I also remember plucking fruits from a tree that
was full of thorns.
I used to be very naughty, running around and
playing all the time with my friends.. I used to get a lot of scolding
for disturbing the elders who slept in the afternoon. The moment they
started scolding, I would run away to the fields!
I also remember finishing my school work fast in class and sleeping on the teacher's lap!
January 11, 1993, the fateful day
On the January 11, 1993 when we had the sankranti holidays, my mother
took my sister and me to a nearby village for a family function. From
there we were to go with our grandmother to our native place. But my
grandmother did not come there. As there were no buses that day, my
mother took a lift in my father's friend's lorry. As there were many
people in the lorry, he made me sit next to him, close to the door.
It was my fault; I fiddled with the door latch and it opened wide
throwing me out. As I fell, my legs got cut by the iron rods protruding
from the lorry. Nothing happened to me except scratches on my legs.
The accident had happened just in front of a big private hospital but
they refused to treat me saying it was an accident case. Then a police
constable who was passing by took us to a government hospital.
First
I underwent an operation as my small intestine got twisted. The doctors
also bandaged my legs. I was there for a week. When the doctors found
that gangrene had developed and it had reached up to my knees, they
asked my father to take me to a district hospital. There, the doctors
scolded my parents a lot for neglecting the wounds and allowing the
gangrene to develop. But what could my ignorant parents do?
In no time, both my legs were amputated up to the hips.
I remember waking up and asking my mother, where are my legs? I also
remember that my mother cried when I asked the question. I was in the
hospital for three months.
Life without legs
I don't think
my life changed dramatically after I lost both my legs. Because all at
home were doting on me, I was enjoying all the attention rather than
pitying myself. I was happy that I got a lot of fruits and biscuits.
I never wallowed in self-pity'
The day I reached my village, my house was flooded with curious people;
all of them wanted to know how a boy without legs looked. But I was not
bothered; I was happy to see so many of them coming to see me,
especially my friends!
All my friends saw to it that I was part of all the games they played; they carried me everywhere.
God's hand. I believe in God. I believe in destiny. I feel he plans
everything for you. If not for the accident, we would not have moved
from the village to Tanuku, a town. There I joined a missionary school,
and my father built a house next to the school. Till the tenth standard,
I studied in that school.
If I had continued in Teeparu, I may not
have studied after the 10th. I may have started working as a farmer or
someone like that after my studies. I am sure God had other plans for
me.
My sister, my friend
When the school was about to reopen, my
parents moved from Teeparu to Tanuku, a town, and admitted both of us
in a Missionary school. They decided to put my sister also in the same
class though she is two years older. They thought she could take care of
me if both of us were in the same class. My sister never complained.
She would be there for everything. Many of my friends used to tell me,
you are so lucky to have such a loving sister. There are many who do not
care for their siblings.
She carried me in the school for a few
years and after a while, my friends took over the task. When I got the
tricycle, my sister used to push me around in the school.
My life, I
would say, was normal, as everyone treated me like a normal kid. I
never wallowed in self-pity. I was a happy boy and competed with others
to be on top and the others also looked at me as a competitor.
Inspiration
I was inspired by two people when in school; my Maths teacher Pramod
Lal who encouraged me to participate in various local talent tests, and a
brilliant boy called Chowdhary, who was my senior.
When I came to
know that he had joined Gowtham Junior College to prepare for IIT-JEE,
it became my dream too. I was school first in 10th scoring 542/600.
Because I topped in the state exams, Gowtham Junior College waived the
fee for me. Pramod Sir's recommendation also helped. The fee was around
Rs 50,000 per year, which my parents could never afford.
Moving to a residential school
Living in a residential school was a big change for me because till
then my life centred around home and school and I had my parents and
sister to take care of all my needs. It was the first time that I was
interacting with society. It took one year for me to adjust to the new
life.
There, my inspiration was a boy called K K S Bhaskar who was
in the top 10 in IIT-JEE exams. He used to come to our school to
encourage us. Though my parents didn't know anything about Gowtham
Junior School or IIT, they always saw to it that I was encouraged in
whatever I wanted to do.. If the results were good, they would praise me
to the skies and if bad, they would try to see something good in that.
They did not want me to feel bad. They are such wonderful supportive
parents.
Life at IIT- Madras
Though my overall
rank in the IIT-JEE was not that great (992), I was 4th in the
physically handicapped category. So, I joined IIT, Madras to study
Computer Science.
Here, my role model was Karthik who was also my
senior in school. I looked up to him during my years at IIT- Madras. He
had asked for attached bathrooms for those with special needs before I
came here itself. So, when I came here, the room had attached bath. He
used to help me and guide me a lot when I was here.
I evolved as a
person in these four years, both academically and personally. It has
been a great experience studying here. The people I was interacting with
were so brilliant that I felt privileged to sit along with them in the
class. Just by speaking to my lab mates, I gained a lot..
There are more good people in society than bad ones'
July 28, 2008
Words are inadequate to express my gratitude to Prof Pandurangan and
all my lab mates; all were simply great. I was sent to Boston along with
four others for our internship by Prof Pandurangan. It was a great
experience.
Joining Google R&D
I did not want to pursue
PhD as I wanted my parents to take rest now. Morgan Stanley selected me
first but I preferred Google because I wanted to work in pure computer
science, algorithms and game theory.
I am lucky. Do you know why I say I am lucky?
I get help from total strangers without me asking for it. Once after my
second year at IIT, I with some of my friends was travelling in a train
for a conference. We met a kind gentleman called Sundar in the train,
and he has been taking care of my hostel fees from then on.
I have
to mention about Jaipur foot. I had Jaipur foot when I was in 3rd
standard. After two years, I stopped using them. As I had almost no
stems on my legs, it was very tough to tie them to the body. I found
walking with Jaipur foot very, very slow. Sitting also was a problem. I
found my tricycle faster because I am one guy who wants to do things
faster.
One great thing about the hospital is, they don't think
their role ends by just fixing the Jaipur foot; they arrange for
livelihood for all. They asked me what help I needed from them. I told
them at that time, if I got into an IIT, I needed financial help from
them. So, from the day I joined IIT, Madras , my fees were taken care of
by them. So, my education at the IIT was never a burden on my parents
and they could take care of my sister's Nursing studies.
Surprise awaited me at IIT
After my first year, when I went home, two things happened here at the Institute without my knowledge.
I got a letter from my department that they had arranged a lift and
ramps at the department for me. It also said that if I came a bit early
and checked whether it met with my requirements, it would be good.
Second surprise was, the Dean, Prof Idichandy and the Students General
Secretary, Prasad had located a place that sold powered wheel chairs.
The cost was Rs 55,000. What they did was, they did not buy the wheel
chair; they gave me the money so that the wheel chair belonged to me and
not the institute.
My life changed after that. I felt free and
independent. That's why I say I am lucky. God has planned things for me
and takes care of me at every step.
The world is full of good people.
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