Accidental Start

I had just two seconds to realize and react to the fact that I had been hit by a car and was about to fall off my vehicle(i would do injustice describing ‘it’ in this blog …the vehicle I mean )…

The situation :

Well… my building(now by proprietary rights you might deny the claim of it being mine …but you get the point i guess ) happens to be on one side of the road … and I have to either take a long U-turn or just cross a divider, ride on the wrong side and enter the gate …What is it that i do ? …Well it’s guessable i guess.

So there was this car parked there … A red santro. (of all the colors I do not like red on cars … I don’t even like yellow for that matter ) …The driver was in the car(now this person was some ‘huge’ 5.11” that i happen to notice after he had come out) …I thought he saw me cross the road , but just as I was speeding past the then stationary car, he accelerated and hit my back tyre(ok not ‘my’ back tyre …A perfect example of a 90 degree collision i later thought ).

The man yelled-”Madam wrong side ” (as if I didn’t know b*a*! )

I was on the ground …palms and elbow bleeding …Limping condition …But I knew I wasn’t “really” hurt …People started gathering around …I Took half a minute …Was on my feet ..picked up my vehicle(the other two guys with this giant helped .. ‘he’  simply stood there) …Despite the insistence of the crowd that advised me to sit on the sidewalk for some time …I preferred going home …Actually there were three reasons for it:

1. My house was just 50 yards away ..(now I don’t really know how much a yard is …but my house was close is all I am trying to say)

2. I wasn’t carrying my license with me … And a hawaldar had turned up out of nowhere.

3. It was after all ‘my’ mistake …So I did not want those guys to get hooked up for something ,that they could have avoided, I was responsible for . Besides with the general perception, the person with the heavier vehicle will be blamed even if he/she is not at fault, I thought it better to leave the matter then and there.

I parked my vehicle and dusted my shirt . While I was in the lift I acknowledged the presence of a visitor at my place…Our door was open… My front-door neighbour was sitting and sipping tea …How I wished that nobody was there! …We exchanged formal greetings … And I sped into my room.(I managed not to limp) … I lay flat on my bed… Waiting for my mother to show up …

What seemed like after an eternity …( Btw I had dozed off ) ..My mother came and woke me up and asked if I wasn’t feeling well …I showed her my cuts … by then the pain in my leg had expounded…She dressed my wounds … scrape-bandaged my leg …minor twist is what I thought it was.

For the next two days I got complete VIP treatment…I had to do nothing myself …( Now , now don’t get me wrong on this …Not that I didn’t want to do anything but it was just that we had a trip planned (a week later) and my mother did not want to take chances )

Sometime in the evening , while i was aimlessly surfing channels, one of my friends turned up and asked my mother if I would like to go down. My mother then asked me and I was more than glad. I pulled up my socks, put on my shoes and went down (Ok now at this point of time my leg felt much better than before) …I played cricket and ‘ran’ for runs barely bothering about the increasing pain . After my game … i was more than limping… my leg had badly swollen.

This was the conversation that ensued (between me and my mom )

Why did you go down and ‘play’?

I always go down and play…What did you let me go down for?

I wanted you to get some fresh air.

You should have told me!

Duh!… You like messing up things for me ..don’t you? We’ll have to go to the doctor now ..(that was the threat)

It’s not that I am scared of doctors or fear them or something…It’s just them I am averse to medicines (@bro and all the people concerned : I hope this explains why I did not take up medicine as my career )…I simply can’t get myself to pop in a disprin, or an aspirin or a pain killer for that matter . Taking a pain-killer is like making yourself unconscious of the pain that exists …When all we actually have been striving for is consciousness (in a greater perspective ofcourse)… . All the same doctor it had to be.

I, accompanied by my mom, entered the cabin ..Sat on the high bed …The doc twisted my ankle …And it did not pain! …It actually did …but not the much I had expected it to …He said “fracture to nahi hai .. but it’s a sprain …and its swollen quite a lot” .(I was like -”Ooo sprain hai” ..well…. it’s no celebrating matter but things for the first time are definitely exciting )He sat down to write the prescription while telling me that a sprain required 3 weeks of care to heal completely…I told him to just give me an ointment that would work …He said i needed a medicine to reduce the swelling, one that was just a vitamin tablet and one that would be the “pain-killer”.

The pain is bearable …Do i still need the pain killer?

Why do you want to bear any pain?

I shot a glance at my mother …She gave me a look that said-”FINE! WATEVA!”

At the chemist -

“List mein se pain killer hata dena”.

I was smiling smugly….

PS0: Why did I choose to start with something like this? Well…the title happens to be a pun …And i like puns .Not a very good one i admit … But fair enough .

PS1: So do I now take the Long U-turn? … well …while crossing all I take care of is whether the car has a driver in it or not .

PS2: Btw …This is Aakanksha Singh pursuing B-tech from IIIT,Hyd …if that was required in the first blog.

PS3: I am finally blogging

PS4: whoops …dat was a pretty long one!