Real Survival Stories - Earthquake in India: Buried Alive

Episode Date: August 27, 2025

A young master’s student studying in the US travels back to India to visit loved ones. It’s a welcome break from his studies. But one morning Viral Dalal is awoken - suddenly and violently - by a devastating earthquake. Trapped in a coffin-sized air pocket beneath the rubble, all Viral can do is scratch at the walls of his concrete tomb with a tiny scrap of metal. As the hours turn into days, he will cling onto hope…   A Noiser podcast production. Hosted by John Hopkins.   Written by Joe Viner | Produced by Ed Baranski | Assistant Producer: Luke Lonergan | Exec produced by Joel Duddell | Sound supervisor: Tom Pink | Sound design by Matt Peaty | Assembly edit by Rob Plummer | Compositions by Oliver Baines, Dorry Macaulay, Tom Pink | Mix & mastering: Ralph Tittley.   For ad-free listening, bonus material and early access to new episodes, join Noiser+. Click the subscription banner at the top of the feed to get started. Or go to noiser.com/subscriptions   If you have an amazing survival story of your own that you’d like to put forward for the show, let us know. Drop us an email at [e-mail] Learn more about your ad choices. Visit podcastchoices.com/adchoices

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2001 amid the sun-drenched plains of northwest india stands the historic walled city of boge famed for its rich cultural heritage and the grand beauty of its architecture boge boge boasts an impressive array of ornate royal palaces sacred temples and lush planted gardens.

But today, the city lies in ruins. 48 hours ago, an earthquake, measuring 7.7 on the Richter scale, struck the state of Gujarat. Across the region, people were looking forward to celebrating India's Republic Day, commemorating the birth of the country as an independent nation. Instead of the feasts and flag-waving parades, emergency rescue teams now scour the debris for bodies. In Bouges, just over ten miles from the epicenter, where the ground convulsed for two terrifying minutes, the city has been leveled. Bridges have buckled. Houses slump into their foundations. Apartment buildings are reduced to piles of brick and glass. The city's main Hindu temple is crumbled into dust.

dust, leaving its golden shrine exposed and gleaming amid the ruins. In the heart of the city, emergency crews are digging through the wreckage of a block of flats, once the tallest building in Boogh. The likelihood of anyone being alive beneath this mountain of concrete feels desperately slim and only getting slimmer with each passing minute. Every so often, the rescuer's pause to listen out for voices. But it's no use. If anyone is alive down there, they'll never make themselves heard through the rubble.

Meanwhile, 40 feet beneath the excavator's claws. I had shouted as loud as I possibly could. I realized very quickly that when I shout, my voice is not going anywhere. Because it felt like I'm shouting, putting a pillow on my mouth. 24-year-old Viral Dalal lies in the pitch black, listening to the sound of his voice die without an echo. Viral has been trapped down here for two days, lying on his back in his space no bigger than a coffin.

It's a miracle he's survived the building's claps. And he has no idea if anyone is left. looking for him. But one thing is certain, he's not giving up. Every day is a new day. Every minute is a new minute. You got to solve the same problem with a different solution. So right now I don't have much option but to keep going. Ever wondered what you would do when disaster strikes. If your life depended on your next decision, could you make the right choice? Welcome to real survival stories.

These are the astonishing tales of ordinary people thrown into extraordinary situations. People suddenly forced to fight for their lives. In this episode, we meet Viral Dalal. In early 2001, Viro, a master's student studying in the U.S., travels back to India to visit loved ones. It's a welcome break from his studies. But on the morning of January the 20th, This time of joy is interrupted violently and suddenly by a devastating high-magnitude earthquake. I had no control over my body.

I couldn't do anything. I couldn't sit on my bed. The bed is jumping up and down from the floor. I am right on top of the bed. And I am becoming airborne. Viral will find himself trapped in a coffin-sized air pocket beneath the rubble. And suddenly this shaking is gone. It's just gone.

It's not there anymore. And I'm stuck in a place, which is the darkest place I've seen in my life. Intent on finding a way out, Viril will scratch at the walls of his concrete tomb with the only thing he has to hand, a tiny scrap of metal. As the hours turn into days, he will cling on to perhaps the most powerful motivation there is, the promise of seeing his family again.

that gave me this drive to keep going, keep digging. It will make a difference. Little by little, I will make progress, and I will be out there. I'm John Hopkins from the Noiser Podcast Network. This is real survival stories. It's Christmas Eve 2000 in New York. Viral Delal stands in the security line at John F. Kennedy Airport. The 24-year-old college student shuffles forward,

straining beneath the weight of his carry-on backpack and bulging shopping bags. He heaves his luggage onto the conveyor belt, then walks through the body scanner, praying the gifts he's brought for his family are allowed through. Thankfully, the TSA agent waves him on. Viral takes his bags and hurries off to find his gate. Beyond the floor to ceiling windows, snow falls silently under the runway.

Way off in the distance, the Manhattan skyline twinkles in the fading light. Viral glances at the departure screen. His flight's been delayed due to bad weather, so he's still got a few hours until he starts boarding. He sits on the floor with his back against a pillar and takes out his notebook. He begins writing, listing everything he's going to do during his five-week stay in India. The friends he wants to see, the food he wants to eat, all the things he's been missing for the past 15 months. I was this person who wanted to just reach India and hug everybody, see everyone and, you know, kind of tell them everything that I had been through in the last 15 months.

I had had a very difficult time and there were struggles, there were great moments, there was learning, there was this Neop City, there is the Port Authority, Pust Terminal, how does that look, the Empire State Building, how does that look? everything. I just wanted to talk for hours and tell everybody what I did in the last 15 months. It's hard to know where to begin. When he first arrived in America to begin his master's degree, Viro went through a challenging period of adjustment. Everything was foreign, the language, the food, the weather. It was a lot for a young man to process. but he persevered and gradually settled into his exciting new life. Throughout it all, his parents were a constant source of support, offering firm but loving encouragement from the other end of the phone.

My father and mother, I was very lucky to have parents who had incredible values. There was this, you know, a combination of love and at the same time discipline. And that was a beautiful balance. my mom was the person who was the go-to person for all of us whether it was my father or me or my brother so she was the glue of the family because she was the happy one she was the one who will bring love

she was the one who will get things done I was very very scared of my father because my father was the one who would kind of bring in discipline and the first thing he would ask is did you do your homework are you going to do well in your studies and I was always scared.

Whereas during later time, I came to know that he was actually very soft from inside, but he had to have that shell. Despite his father's badgering, Viral was no model student. More practical than academic, he preferred tinkering with machines to sitting in the classroom. When he got older and the opportunity arose, to go and study computer science in the US. He leaped at the chance. I did my schooling.

I was not a great student. I was kind of okay. But I was the rebel who would want to do things differently. Test the boundaries out all the time. A lot of times it worked in my favor, so it made me stronger. So as like continued, that personality of that little child in me, that stayed. This episode is brought to you by Defender. With its 626 horsepower twin-turbo V8 engine, the Defender Octa is taking on the Dakar rally,

the ultimate off-road challenge. Learn more at landrover.ca. at Ahmedabad International Airport. As soon as he stepped through the sliding doors of the arrivals terminal, Viral is greeted by a wave of heat and familiarity. Taxi drivers tout for custom in the local Gujarati dialect, sputtering rickshaws weave through the traffic, blasting their horns at no one in particular. Viral smiles and breathes in the warm air,

fragrant with the cacia and tamarind. Winter in New York already feels like a distant memory. There are people everywhere, vendors selling fruit and bottled water, businessmen hailing cabs, children being scolded by women in brightly colored saris. Viral scans the crowd for his own people. And then, there they are, his brother, Rocheon, with a broad smile across his face, his sister-in-law carrying his nephew in her arms, and there's his mother

rushing towards him with tears in her eyes I cannot forget that moment when I just hugged my mother and I told her I'm here I'm here and then I touched her feet so touching feet is like a form of respect for elders in India

and that's when I saw my two-year-old nephew and my nephew was like this you know this little thing. As soon as I saw him, I took him in my arms and I was like, your uncle is here and we are going to have a great, wonderful time here. Viral puts his nephew down and embraces his brother. The two siblings are very different. Roshan is almost six years older. He's bookish and reserved, while Viral is the rebellious extrovert. When I was younger, I would fight a lot with my brother. But as we got older, things got so much better.

That bond started forming. And it was very different for me to know that, oh my God, my brother is everything for me, right? After hugging each member of his family, Viral looks around for his father. But he's not here. His mom explains that because of Viral, Delayed flight, his father had to go back to work in the city of Butch around 200 miles away. He's sorry to have missed his son's arrival, but he'll join them at the weekend. Viral is disappointed. The weekend is three days away. But he understands.

That night, back at home, Mom cooks a special welcome home meal. After dinner, happy, full and jet-lagged, Viral goes to bed, falling. asleep within seconds of his head hitting the pillow. In the morning, he wakes to find an unexpected visitor. I think it was probably 6.30 or 7 in the morning. That's when I realized that someone moved my comforter a little bit, and I opened my eyes, and I see that it was my dad. I'm like, Dad, how come you are here?

I just spoke to him last night. And he told me that, oh, I'm stuck, I cannot be there. I'll be there over the weekend. And he's here. How come you're here? His father tells him to go back to sleep, get his rest. He'll explain everything later. Then he leaves the room.

But Viral is now wide awake, bursting with questions. He gets out of bed and pads downstairs, where he finds his dad reading the newspaper in his favorite armchair. He stands. extends a hand for his son to shake, a typical greeting from the reserved stoical man. Viral grins and takes it. And as always, his hand, the palm, it was strong, hard, hard hand. And he gave a strong handshake. How are you? I'm doing great, Papa.

And then we sat and the question was, how come, Dad, you're here? You just spoke to me last night. Where were you? He said I was at the bus station. And I just got on the bus and I was here 5.30 in the morning. I had to see you. And then he did not complete his sentence. That's when my mom was like right near the kitchen.

And she said, he will not say that he loves you. He will not be able to say it ever. At least sometimes, say that to your children. And my dad was like, ah, yeah, that's fine. So he would never say that it was out of affection. But his actions would show that. With his father's arrival, the jigsaw puzzle is complete. Here they all are, gathered together under one roof.

That's when our family was together again. And life couldn't be better. this was the most magnificent time of my life when I could recreate these moments of the past when my dad is sitting in the couch, reading his newspaper, talking about usual things, me doing nothing, and my brother being around, my sister-in-law, being around.

And this little Shalin, my two-year-old nephew, moving along, doing his stuff. The next few weeks are spent doing all the things Viral planned to do while here, seeing friends, eating out, spending time with family. The only downside is how fast the time seems to be passing. Before he knows it, it'll be time to go back to America to resume his studies. A week before he is due to leave, the family books a holiday to a beach resort in the west of the state. The plan is to travel to Butch, the city where Viral's father works and lives part-time.

The morning after, they'll wake early and drive the short distance to the resort. On January the 25th, the family takes a bus to Boge. That evening, they eat at one of Dad's favorite restaurants, then they go back to their rented apartment where Viral stays up late, playing with his nephew, and, once everyone else has turned in, watching MTV on his own. Finally, at 2 a.m., he follows the rest of his family to bed. It's about 8.45 the following morning. Viral dozes peacefully in bed, the sound of his family preparing breakfast in the next room,

filtering into his dreams. Then, he is shaken from sleep by a. deep, insistent rumbling. The first thought was that this was a sound of thunder. But thunder is something which the sound of thunder is like two or three seconds long. But this, the intensity kept increasing. So it was this kind of sound, oh, but it increased. So I immediately opened my eyes and I was like, what is that?

If not thunder, then what? Today is India's Republic Day. Maybe there's a military flyover happening. Or could those be enemy jets? Buzh is near the border with Pakistan. Are they under attack? Before I could complete even that part, the intensity had gone from 1 to 5 to 15.

That's when I knew instantly that it was nothing else but an earthquake. Varel sits bolt upright. Everything in the room is rattling and juddering. Suddenly, the wardrobe in the corner slides across the floor, doors flung wide, metal legs screeching over the polished granite. A hard, crunching sound makes them look up. I see a six to eight inch crack going across the ceiling, and that's when our building started to shake.

It started to shake, and this shake was not a shake which you see anywhere else, which is just a rattle. It was not a rattle. This was a crazy jumping up and down motion. Viral tries to get out of bed, but it's impossible. He has no control over his own body. The mattress bounces violently beneath him. Objects fly through the air.

The ceiling fan swings wildly back and forth, metal blades scraping the ceiling. You can hear his mother yelling in the next room. Then something crashes to the floor next to the bed. The next thing Viral knows, chunks of plaster are raining down, exposing the bent steel support rods that run through the concrete building. I see that this ceiling is now falling. So I shift, I don't know how long it took, it probably took like a split of a second, and I shift my legs this way. And that's exactly when the entire building collapsed.

Just 15 seconds after Viral opened his eyes, the ceiling gives way entirely. Bringing everything crashing down with it, all six floors above their second-story apartment. Viral curls himself into the fetal position as several thousand tons of brick and steel thundered down around him. A few seconds later he opens his eyes, but he can't see anything. The earth is still shaking. He can feel it. Distant tremors rumbling up through the ground below. Unbelievably, he's still breathing. Somehow he hasn't been crushed by the weight of the rubble. But before he has time to process what's happened, he feels the whole building. start to tilt.

It's not over. Verral makes his body as stiff as possible as the last structural foundations of the apartment block give way. In the darkness, he feels gravity taking hold as he, the building, and every human being inside it topples over sideways. His back hits something hard, knocking the wind out of his lungs.

The roar continue. as the rest of the building crashes down on top of him, an avalanche of concrete, glass, and cement, grinding, scraping and shifting as the mountain of rubble settles. Viral braces for the inevitable. He pushes his palms against the concrete slab above him, exerting every ounce of energy he has to hold the roof up

as the earth continues to shake. And then, at last, Nothing. And suddenly this shaking is gone. It's just gone. It's not there anymore. I can hear the rumbling still. Just a little bit in the background.

Like a faraway airplane. There is silence. There is nothing. And I'm stuck in a place which is the darkest place I've seen in my life. It's just before 9 a.m. on January the 26th, 2001, in Bouges, northwest India. Viral Delal lies on his back in the dark. He's in a state of bewildered disbelief. Just seconds ago, he was dozing in bed. Now he is entombed within a mountain of rubble, surrounded by nothing.

nothing but darkness and the chalky smell of cement. He starts blindly feeling around him, assessing his whereabouts. And then a stomach churning pulse of panic. I was in a lying down position, so I tried to raise my head above. I very quickly realized that I have about two inches above my forehead. Then I move my arms around and I quickly realized that actually I cannot move my arms. That's it. I cannot stand up. I cannot do anything. Miraculously, the pieces of wall and ceiling have collapsed around him in such a way that shields Viral from the crushing weight above.

There isn't a scratch on him. He is encased in a pocket of air, no larger than a coffin. With no room to sit up, roll over or stretch out his arms. It all seems too bizarre, too terrible to be real. I closed my eyes and I said, let this nightmare get over. Let me just wake up. I need to wake up because this was something incomprehensible. How is it possible that you are in this place?

Because that's just impossible. You've got to get back to your life right away. Wake up, go to the resort. And I said, just let this thing break. I just want to wake up now. I still can smell the cement. I still can smell the dust because it hasn't settled yet. I still can feel that I'm in a place where I can touch the gravel.

So I keep my hands like this. I don't want to touch anything. I don't want to break that belief that this is actually a nightmare. Eventually, the belief flickers and dies. This is no nightmare. But Varal still isn't ready to accept his... new reality. I pushed the slab or whatever was right above me and I'm trying to push it with as much power

as I possibly can in a lying down position. It did not move even a micron. Frantically, he slams his palms against the concrete slab over and over to no avail. Finally, he opens his mouth and bellows into the darkness. The sound seems. seems to die before it's left his lips, snuffed out by the dense slab of ceiling two inches from his mouth. But he keeps trying, emptying his lungs in a wild, full-throated roar.

It felt like I'm shouting, putting a pillow on my mouth. By sound is not making it through anywhere, because this is like an encroached space. So after shouting for many, many times, I realized that I need to conserve my energy. His body thrums with adrenaline. With each thumping heartbeat, the lump of dread in his throat grows. He has to stay calm.

There can't be much breathable air in a space this small, and hyperventilating will only use up his limited oxygen faster. The only way to avoid suffocating is by making an air air hole in the concrete. And to do that, he'll need a tool. Feeling around him, Viral's hand brushes something sharp and brittle. It's the remains of the fluorescent strip light from the bedroom ceiling. He starts sifting through the gravel and eventually among the shards of glass and electrical components, his fingers close around a six-inch piece of aluminium, part of the strip light's outer casing. I told myself, I'm

going to use this to make a hole so that I can breathe through. And I have about a few hours because after that the oxygen or the air around me will get stale and it will be hard for me to survive after that. The concrete around him is cool to the touch, smooth as marble and seemingly utterly impenetrable. A power drill would struggle to break through it, let alone this flimsy piece of aluminium. But it's all he's got. He starts scraping at a spot on the wall, awkwardly twisting his body to get the right leverage. An hour goes by, then another. Eventually, with his shoulders aching and his abdominal muscles burning from the strain, it becomes clear that his fears of running out of oxygen aren't going to come to pass. There must be a crack somewhere,

allowing air to enter. Still, Viral keeps going, chiseling, gouging and scratching for hour after hour. Now that it seems that he won't suffocate, his motivation has changed. Now it's about getting back to his family to let them know he is alive. It was not about saving my life, it was not about anything else. was all about, I need to tell my mom that I'm okay because my mom will be someone who will be the most worried about me because I was the only person who was sleeping. They were all awake. So in my mind, my first thought was that they were all okay because they probably left the

building or, you know, they were able to escape. I had no idea and I couldn't reach them. I couldn't hear them now. But all I wanted to let them know and communicate was one thing. Mom, I'm okay. Dad will get me out. You stay calm. I'm okay. Don't worry about me. That was all I wanted to convey.

It's 24 hours later. Viral glances at his watch. The softly glowing numbers tell him he has been scraping at the same spot on the wall for an entire day and he's barely made a dent. The exertion has made him desperately hungry and more pressingly,

profoundly thirsty. But he keeps going unwilling to stop for longer than a few minutes at a time. Occasionally he slips into a brief, restless sleep. When he wakes,

it's impossible to tell how much time has passed. I had no sense of time. the definition of time is light. The definition of time is not how many hours in a day or the rotations of earth. It's basically light. And that I very quickly realized

because every single day, each hour, each minute was black for me. If I fell asleep for two hours and I wake up, it felt like I slept a whole day. Or if I just close my eyes, it will feel like I had been napping for, a few hours. So there was no definition of time. Another 24 hours go by. Another day made up of a thousand eternities. Viral's thirst is becoming intolerable. He runs his bone-dry tongue around the inside of his

mouth but fails to extract a single drop of moisture. He needs a creative solution a way to generate some saliva I thought about this incredible food that my mom used to make and I would think of every single thing that I loved which is spicy which is you know which will make you really salivate and it did work it did work my tongue got became wet and then I gulp it down and I tried to quench my own cursed. This thing did not work for too long, but it did work. It made me realize that my mind was able to do things, which can change things for me. For the last 48 hours, he's been focused on physical escape. But maybe he should start harnessing the power of his own mind.

He looks around at his dark, cramped prison, and instead of raging against the situation, instead of screaming and cloying at the walls, Viral try something else. He says to himself, you know what? It could be worse. I told myself, I said, well, you are in a place which is

nobody in the world, not even an insect knows where you are trapped, where you are. You can do whatever you want. You are in the most secure place in the whole world. Think about people who drowned. Think about people who were in a... hurricane, people who were in a shipwreck, you are in such an amazing condition, such an

amazing position, and you are crying for water, you're thinking about water, are you in a better position or not? And that made myself, see my own self in a different perspective. I felt that I was, I was okay. I was just thirsty. It's just been like two days since I haven't had water, but so what? The ability to alter his own perspective isn't accidental. It's something he learned from his father. Growing up, his dad had a favorite saying, one he would repeat whenever life got difficult.

My father would always say, which simply is a thing where, you know, why are you giving importance to something so small? What's the big deal? What's the big deal? As soon as I hear my father say that, I felt like, yeah, what's the big deal? My mother always used to say that, Viral, I know he can do anything.

She will always say that. You can do anything, I know that. And as a child, I believed. And I always did believe it. And this was not just a belief, but I knew it. It was a fact. So at this point in time, these were not the things that I was thinking about. These were just part of me.

On the third day, when it feels like he might die of dehydration, Viral resorts to drinking his own urine. He chokes it down. The foul tastes a small price to pay for surviving another day. By now, though, impatience is setting in. It's been three days since the earthquake, and still no sign of rescue. What's going on? up there. Verral strains his ears, listening out for voices or machinery. But there is only silence,

an endless expanse of nothing. If the rescue operation is underway, they are certainly nowhere close to reaching him. Still, he continues to try and dig his way to freedom, but the lack of progress is starting to affect his morale. a few hours, I would try to touch the surface where I'm scratching. And the progress was probably 0.1%. And it would be so demotivating because I have been working, I'm sweating. Because, you know, I'm trying to keep my neck up and I'm putting, exerting as much pressure as possible. And nothing is happening. In a flash of anger and despair, Viral throws his metal tool to one side.

He's in danger of letting his frustration get the better of him. He needs inspiration. Right now, I don't have much option but to keep going. So I was trying to take this helicopter ride of my life, taking a helicopter view, and trying to see if I can find something from my life that I have done before. I have seen before, and I can use something from the past. What from his past can he utilize to help him right now? There's one story from when he was eight years old.

His father, geologist, would sometimes come home from work with rocks to show the boys. One day, he showed Viral and Roshan a rock with a small round hole in the side. And he said, this hole about what? one one and a half inch deep pool was made by this consistent drop of water falling in the same spot for more than 10 years. As a child, it was not very interesting for me because, yeah, that was okay. I mean, great, but I didn't know the importance of it. But it stayed in my subconscious.

And now that I was trying to break this wall, I was thinking of that moment. when I was probably like 8 or 10 years old when my father brought this rock. And that gave me this drive to keep going, keep digging. It will make a difference. It's January the 31st. It's January the 31st, four and a half days since the earthquake. Viral lethargically drags the metal across the concrete wall, where the hole he's carved out is no bigger than a matchhead. Four days without food have brought on waves of intense exhaustion. In the pitch darkness,

the boundary between sleep and wakefulness has become permeable, with very little difference between the two states. But then, from some way, Somewhere very distant, he hears it. Dogs barking. Listening closely, he hears the distant rumble of a vehicle. And finally, faint but clear enough to convince him he's not dreaming, the sound of voices. So I shouted for help, I said,

He said, "'Bachau, Bachau means help.' "'Koi chay, koi chay, hello, hello!' I shouted aloud. And then someone responded very quickly. Someone said, I hear a voice. Stop, stop, stop, stop. I can hear it. I can hear it.

So he told me to repeat. He said, "'Koi is anybody there?' And I shouted back. And that's when the person outside confirmed that he could hear someone from inside. And that's when it was known. that there's someone stuck.

The rescue team assure him that they're working on getting him out as soon as possible. But Viral isn't worried about himself. He needs to know what happened to his family. A few hours later, a familiar voice filters down through the rubble. That of his cousin's husband, Ragu, who is helping with the rescue effort. Ragu asks if he's okay. Viral says he's fine, but what about the others?

My first question was, where is my family? Where is everybody else? He said, you first come out. Everything will be fine. You first come out. I said, but where are they? And he said, we don't know, but you first come out. Don't worry about them.

It takes hours for the rescuers to reach him. When they're close enough, they drill through the concrete slab above his head, creating a hole that opens up. like a sudden rift in the night sky. And that is the first time when I saw the light. The light for the first time in the last four and a half days. And I can never forget this moment when I'm lying down and I see this light coming into this little black,

blackest enclosure and filling it up with, light. The rescue team pull Viral from the ruins of the building. After nearly five days buried, he's finally out. But there's no relief to be had. The apocalyptic scene that greets him is far worse than anything he could have imagined. The entire city has been levelled. Gray dust clings to his pyjamas as he is led barefoot to a waiting

ambulance. Concerned relatives and neighbors surround him, but Viral only has questions for them. I asked them if they had found my father, mother, brother, my sister-in-law or my nephew. And the answer was no. They were looking for answers from me if I had heard their voice. And that is a time when I realized that they were probably all still inside. Once again, this nightmare was not yet over. It's January the 31st, 2001, in Bouged, northwest India. After being pulled from the rubble, Viral insists he's ready to join the search effort immediately. But the rescue team won't entertain the idea.

The ambulance takes him to a nearer. By hospital, where doctors check him for injuries. To their astonishment, he is completely unscathed. Half an hour later, Viral is back at the site of the collapsed building, helping the emergency rescue workers excavate the ruins. When he was trapped under the wreckage, Viral held fast to the belief that his family was safe. Now, doubt begins to creep in. It broke the belief that I had when I was inside, but now it was not just a belief, but now it was hope.

So hope was taking shape. It was time for me to help. Viral is able to provide the rescue workers with information about the layout of the apartment, and roughly where his family members likely were at the time of the building's collapse. The hydraulic arm of the excavator claws away the rubble, hauling aside heaps of shredded plaster, pulverized cement, and mangled steel pipework. The work is slow, painstaking, agonizing. When night falls, the search continues beneath floodlights. Viral's relatives urge him to take a break. He needs to eat something.

How can I be hungry? How can I think of hunger when my brother or my mother or my father or my sister-in-law are probably healing with or fighting between life and death. But my relatives took me there and said that if you want to work tomorrow, if you want to help tomorrow, you need energy first. Eventually he gives in. He forces down some food, then spends a sleepless night in an emergency tent set up for rescue workers. I was looking at the top of this tent,

and I was just praying to God that, Please get my family back. Let this nightmare get over. Tragically, his prayers go unanswered. Over the course of the next four days, the rescue team pulls each of his family members from the ruins. None of them survived. I lost my father, mother, brother,

my sister-in-law and my two-year-old nephew in these four days. That's when everything broke loose. The hope that I had, it crashed to the ground. Everything was finished. In the aftermath of the earthquake, the full, devastating scale of the catastrophe gradually comes into focus. In towns and cities across Gujarat, bodies continue to be exhumed from the rubble. Viral performs last rights for each of his family members.

Then he returns to his childhood home in Ahmedabad. But everything's different now. His loved one's absence is felt everywhere. I'm returning to the same house. Now it's just a house. It's not a home. I'm looking at the same couch, where my dad would sit with a newspaper and a magazine, and I'm looking at the same place.

And I'm still hoping that my mom will open the door. And when I open the door, my dad will still be sitting there. Or somebody will be running down the stairs, you know? It's not there. Looking at the posters in my room, and I'm going into my brother's bedroom, and looking at my mom and dad's room. Everything is just dull. Everything is dead.

Everything is so lame. These posters look so lame. It just is so empty, void. And that was the reality of it. I had to live with that. Viral must now grapple with the question of what comes next. His scheduled return to the U.S. comes and goes. the college admissions office

lets him defer the completion of his degree for as long as he needs but how long does he need how does anyone pick themselves up after this now it was time for me to build my life from scratch from not ground up

but from the dungeons and I was not even interested what are you going to do what would you do you would know what to do you would know what to do, because we are not trained for it. We not know. We don't know what, like, you know, how to.

This is not in our schooling or... Nobody teaches us any of it, right? In the immediate term, he has his family's legal affairs to get an order. That at least provides his days with some structure. More than 20,000 people were killed in the Gujarat earthquake, prompting a period of national mourning across India. But as the weeks turn into months, stories about the earthquake fade from the news cycle.

As time goes on, Veral's personal tragedy is one he must navigate alone. But I don't know, I'm lost. I don't know. how I'm going to move forward, take first step, or why should I? How would I? But then again, what's the big deal? My son can do anything. Viral can do anything.

When someone says that with 100% conviction, and when that becomes your being, you go with it. You go with it. His family might be gone, but their belief in him endures. It endures so long as he remembers it and gives life to it. And so, seven months after the earthquake, Viral packs up a suitcase with clothes, books, and family photographs, and returns to America to complete his master's degree. From that moment on, he makes it his obligation to seek light in the darkness.

It isn't always easy. But for Viral, everything boils down to a single choice, light or dark. I could have chosen to stay in that darkness in my life. And I could have chosen to kind of, you know, not move very much after that, talk about all the darkness in life. But there are two aspects to it. You either talk about all the darkness or you focus on the light. What did you learn from it?

How can you teach somebody something from what you have learned? How can you enhance your own life? How can you make life better? Today, almost 25 years on from the earthquake, Viral has built his life back up from the dungeons. He lives in Virginia in the US with a family of his own. Again and again, the weight of his grief pulls him down. But he says,

He says that whenever he feels lost, he tries to turn to the people who first showed him the way. Every step of the way, I always go back to the point where I think of my parents. And if they were present, would they like this or would they not? I get my answer very quickly. Next time on Real Survival Stories, we meet David Chiquitello. In the spring of 2011, the 57-year-old college professor set out to explore Utah's canyon lands with his older brother, Lewis. For David, these climbing trips were as much about bonding with his sibling as they are about enjoying nature. But when a tricky maneuver in a remote desert canyon goes horribly wrong, David finds himself stranded without a rope and without his brother and mentor.

Battling bitter cold and the ever-present danger of Rockfall. David has no choice but to hunker down on a narrow ledge with scant supplies and no means of escape. That's next time on Real Survival Stories. Listen right now without waiting and without ads by subscribing to Noisa Plus.