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A PR man gets

his voice back

THE winter of December 1999 brought chilling news for me.
Slowly and steadily, my voice was fading away, and I had to make
a real effort to speak even a few words. After I met ENT specialists,
I felt that the Delhi winter, foggy and miserable as it is, was going to
be a long one.

The specialists recommended immediate surgery after detailed
investigations. I went under the knife at Sir Ganga Ram Hospital in
New Delhi. After surgery, the growth piece on my vocal cord was
sent for a biopsy. The report confirmed my family’s worst fears: the
growth was malignant, that is, cancerous.

Just two months after I had suspected that my voice was
deteriorating, I was facing hell—and wondering what had led to it.
After all, I do not smoke or drink alcohol and neither do I chew
tobacco or have paan (betel leaves). But, God is quick to save.

Within a week of my surgery, during my three-week voice-rest
period, I was under Guruji’s sharan. Both my wife and I came to
Guruji with our predicament. But we had to pass a test. Five days
after I had been operated on, I felt a compelling urge to go to Guruji.
Doctors had warned me that water should not touch my throat at any
cost. And that day it was raining hard when we started from home.
My family advised me to rest and go some other day. However, I was
determined to go to Guruji. My inner self told me that today is the
day and I must!

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