Malvika Iyer is the essence of courage and optimism. At 13, a freak accident caused her to lose both her hands and severely damaged her legs, raising serious doubts about whether she would ever walk again. But young Malvika braved the odds and emerged victorious. Today she is a dedicated social worker, a motivational speaker and model for accessible clothing in India.
Malvika is also a Global Shaper from the Chennai Hub, which is a part of the Global Shapers Community, an initiative of the World Economic Forum. She gives a first person account of her ordeal and how she overcame it to S Saraswathi.
Malvika Iyer Says:
I was born in Kumbakonam. My father was transferred to Rajasthan when I was still very young. I spent nearly 13 years of my early life in Bikaner, Rajasthan. I had a very healthy and a happy childhood. I was a tomboy; I enjoyed outdoor sports and learnt swimming and skating. I also learnt Kathak for about seven years. It was a fun-filled life till the day I met with the accident: May 26, 2002. I was 13 years old.
Some months before the accident, an ammunition depot had caught fire in the city and hand shells, grenades and other bits and pieces were scattered all over the city. One such piece landed in our neighbourhood. We were told that it was a diffused shell. I was trying to stick something on my jeans pocket, and I wanted something heavy to hammer it with. I just took this shell and hit it.
With the first hit, the shell exploded in my hand. There was almost nothing left of my hands. Both my legs had severe injuries, nerve damage and multiple fractures. It took nearly two years and several surgeries for me to walk again.
Bedridden for two years
For the first three days after the explosion, I was totally conscious, aware of each and every thing happening around me, but my body was numb. Within moments of the explosion I heard my mom screaming, “Meri bachhi ke haath chale gaye!” I was taken to the hospital immediately. There was so much damage to my limbs that my body went into a state of shock. I could not feel anything as the four main nerves were instantly cut. There was 80 per cent blood loss. When I reached the hospital there was zero BP, the doctors were not sure if I would survive.
Even in that state I remember apologizing to my mom, telling her that I am sorry I put her through this. Then I said I wanted to meet this friend of mine. It was so strange. I gave the contact number of my friend and told my parents to call her. I was terrified; would this really be the last time I was going to see these people?
The doctors were not sure that they would be able to save my leg, especially the left one. It was dangling, just hanging from a small bit of skin. They wanted to amputate it, but my parents did not want to risk any more damage. They took me in an ambulance to Jaipur.
The splinters were stuck all over my legs and had penetrated deep within. The pain began to sink in and it was terrible. I can remember those days and nights filled with pain.
But the doctors were good and managed to save my leg. Though completely disfigured, with no sensation in my left leg and a foot drop (difficulty in lifting the front part of the foot) in the right, I am lucky I still have them.
My hands, though, were completely cut off. There was no need to amputate them because they had been blown off; they couldn’t even find any trace of them at the accident site. Later a skin grafting operation was done and with that I am left with just two stumps. Fortunately, the stumps, especially the right one, were quite long, so I was able to lift them like how a squirrel does.
I was treated at a Bone and Joint clinic in Anna Nagar in Chennai. After months of intense therapy, I was finally able to walk. My accident happened in May 2002. I took my first few painful steps in November 2003. I still had a long way to go.
Getting on with life
We started enquiring about artificial hands. There was not much awareness about this, so my mom and I used to Google. We found a German prosthetics company called Ottobock that had a branch in Chennai.
That is how I got a pair of bio-electric hands
I started practising to write; initially my handwriting was very big, and then slowly, with practise, I improved. This was in December 2003. In four months my friends would be appearing for their 10th board exams. I felt totally left out. I was in touch with a very close friend in Bikaner. She used to tell me how they were preparing. I decided that I would give it a shot. My mom found this coaching centre right behind our street. I had just three months to prepare. All my childhood, I have been into sports and dancing and skating, and now I could do nothing but sit and walk a bit. As I had no other choice, I think all my concentration went into academics. I prepared and prepared and when the results came, my life was completely changed.
I got a State rank among the private candidates, and I was one among the State toppers, as well. I scored centum in both Math and Science and 97 in Hindi, also a State first. I felt like a celebrity. The next day, all the leading newspapers covered me. They wrote about how I overcame my disability to achieve this distinction. It was all very encouraging. I was invited to Rashtrapati Bhavan to meet (then President of India).