It's just a miracle that I sit here writing, of what happened that eventful day. Eventful, I say as it changed my life so drastically, not even I imagined it would. It was a Wednesday morning. The sky filled with the possibility of rain. I left for town with a few errands in mind. I'd realised on the way that i had forgotten something, can't remember what it was. I returned home, took whatever it was and was on my way. The sky showed signs of rain and I intended to reach back home before it rained. I remember doing some grocery shopping and some bakery items. Once all was done, I was heading back. I drove my bike and as I was heading back it started to drizzle for a short while. As i passed the 2km mark from town I was caught stuck behind a town shuttle bus. I remember seeing all the stops written on the rear glass in yellow. Leaving an opportunity to overtake it on chance I found myself stuck behind the bus for a while. Almost at the 3.5km mark the bus halted at a least expected point. I was new biker and I knew less of the braking powers, and as I pulled my brakes I saw the chance to bump into the bus that was ahead of me. So I tried to avoid it by making a turn to the right. As I did an oncoming bus hit my bike. My bike rotated clockwise and I was thrown to the road in the clockwise direction too. The bus had gone over the fallen bike. Trying to evade me the bus driver had bumped into a post and it still remain in memory of that horrid day. Luckily no other vehicles came that way at that time as I lay on the road just beside the bus that had halted ahead of me. I remember pulling my head up to see the bus that had hit me had not stopped and continued its course. I tried pulling myself up to to check if I was alive. My right hand and right leg had gone numb, but i managed to pull myself up. I was saying "They went without stopping, They went without stopping". By this time people nearby gathered and carried me and lay me down beside the road and called an Auto-Rickshaw. My bike wrecked, a sight which left people stunned that I was still alive. The people got me inside the Rickshaw and headed for the hospital. They asked me to use my cell and contact someone from home. I was in horror and melancholy to say anything, so I dialed the number and gave it to them. They spoke to my grandpa and asked him to come to the hospital. On the way, they stopped to get me a glass of lime soda to keep me from going unconscious. I was in a melancholy all the way. As we turned the bus to the hospital I caught sight of the bus that hit me, or more so the bus I thought had hit me and told the people "That [POURNAMI] was the bus". I was admitted at the casualty. I had deep incisions on my right leg and a few bruises on both hands. After being dressed I was in the recovery room. Still with all the melancholy I lay there. The people around tried to calm me down. Soon my granpa came, and I was a bit relieved. He told me "It's all part of life". I was broken within, torn apart and went to tears when I realised that I had not called my dad. It was too much for me to handle. All calmed down after awhile, we were about to leave when a nurse noticed the swelling on my right hand. She asked to get an X-Ray as she doubted a broken bone. Just when things were getting better, I was pulled back in for another ride. X-Ray result showed a broken bone in my right forearm, to my index finger. Shattered at the new discovery I was to be taken for a minor surgery to insert a steel rod into my hand. The rest is all vague as I was on Anesthetics. I was discharged the next day with a cast on my right hand, stitches on my right leg and a deep scar in my heart and mind. The days forth were very hard. But as my uncle says "6 inches" that's all that keeps me 6 feet above the ground today and I have realised some valuable lessons about life. Thats for later...
MAY 31, 2006
It's just a miracle that I sit here writing, of what happened that eventful day. Eventful, I say as it changed my life so drastically, not even I imagined it would. It was a Wednesday morning. The sky filled with the possibility of rain. I left for town with a few errands in mind. I'd realised on the way that i had forgotten something, can't remember what it was. I returned home, took whatever it was and was on my way. The sky showed signs of rain and I intended to reach back home before it rained. I remember doing some grocery shopping and some bakery items. Once all was done, I was heading back. I drove my bike and as I was heading back it started to drizzle for a short while. As i passed the 2km mark from town I was caught stuck behind a town shuttle bus. I remember seeing all the stops written on the rear glass in yellow. Leaving an opportunity to overtake it on chance I found myself stuck behind the bus for a while. Almost at the 3.5km mark the bus halted at a least expected point. I was new biker and I knew less of the braking powers, and as I pulled my brakes I saw the chance to bump into the bus that was ahead of me. So I tried to avoid it by making a turn to the right. As I did an oncoming bus hit my bike. My bike rotated clockwise and I was thrown to the road in the clockwise direction too. The bus had gone over the fallen bike. Trying to evade me the bus driver had bumped into a post and it still remain in memory of that horrid day. Luckily no other vehicles came that way at that time as I lay on the road just beside the bus that had halted ahead of me. I remember pulling my head up to see the bus that had hit me had not stopped and continued its course. I tried pulling myself up to to check if I was alive. My right hand and right leg had gone numb, but i managed to pull myself up. I was saying "They went without stopping, They went without stopping". By this time people nearby gathered and carried me and lay me down beside the road and called an Auto-Rickshaw. My bike wrecked, a sight which left people stunned that I was still alive. The people got me inside the Rickshaw and headed for the hospital. They asked me to use my cell and contact someone from home. I was in horror and melancholy to say anything, so I dialed the number and gave it to them. They spoke to my grandpa and asked him to come to the hospital. On the way, they stopped to get me a glass of lime soda to keep me from going unconscious. I was in a melancholy all the way. As we turned the bus to the hospital I caught sight of the bus that hit me, or more so the bus I thought had hit me and told the people "That [POURNAMI] was the bus". I was admitted at the casualty. I had deep incisions on my right leg and a few bruises on both hands. After being dressed I was in the recovery room. Still with all the melancholy I lay there. The people around tried to calm me down. Soon my granpa came, and I was a bit relieved. He told me "It's all part of life". I was broken within, torn apart and went to tears when I realised that I had not called my dad. It was too much for me to handle. All calmed down after awhile, we were about to leave when a nurse noticed the swelling on my right hand. She asked to get an X-Ray as she doubted a broken bone. Just when things were getting better, I was pulled back in for another ride. X-Ray result showed a broken bone in my right forearm, to my index finger. Shattered at the new discovery I was to be taken for a minor surgery to insert a steel rod into my hand. The rest is all vague as I was on Anesthetics. I was discharged the next day with a cast on my right hand, stitches on my right leg and a deep scar in my heart and mind. The days forth were very hard. But as my uncle says "6 inches" that's all that keeps me 6 feet above the ground today and I have realised some valuable lessons about life. Thats for later...
CRY OF DESPAIR
Darkness creeps
Goodness rots
Where have all the people gone??
No time to pause
No time to think
No time to care
No time to love.
Just live carefree
Just live cruel
Just live with hate.
Darkness creeps
Goodness rots
Where have all the people gone??
Life is made busy
Life is made obsolete
Life is made worthless
Life is just a waste of time.
You want to change it
But you wouldn’t change it.
You are bound within
And with it you will perish.
Darkness creeps
Goodness rots
I’m not surprised your not here!!
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