A life saving accident

Preface - A blog that was long saved as a draft. Someone reminded me of my first post, and I told myself I should carry on with my effort of blogging. And at least finish the pending blog.

So here it is.

How often u meet with an accident u feel saved your life?? Well for starters, I wish u don’t ever have to!! I did!!! And that was when my bike came face to face with a huge construction stone, which must've been left lying in the middle of the road by some f*%^Q@ truck wala, after repairing his puncture..!! When my headlight fell on the stone, it was too late, and in a flash I knew I was colliding head-on. Trying to skid around would have been more disastrous. So anyways, it did collide, and my bike at a point was at right angles with the ground, and that was when I consciously or unconsciously pulled myself off the seat, and though I can’t of course remember the bike overturned completely, and I fell, with all my body weight on the right part of it. Given that it was the outer ring road, middle of the lane, I really get a chill in my spine thinking what could have been the worst case scene. Again consciously or unconsciously, my reflexes were quick enough to drag me to the divider zone immediately. I don’t know if there was some four wheeler behind me which could have just run over me. But it dint, and my life was saved once..!! And then since I was fairly conscious, I could feel burning pain in my right abdomen, making me think all kind of things like internal bleeding, and stuff, and I had concluded a shoulder dislocation or fracture with all the crackling I could hear from that part.
I grabbed the phone out of my left pocket, and it was still functional courtesy its location. I called my friend. The most frustrating part was this gentleman from Dell, who was one of the people who stopped by, and proclaimed that he has been on this road for years now and such things keep happening. (If you read this sir... it hardly matters to a guy lying on the road trying to figure out how long is he gonna remain conscious, and it doesn’t help...) To the extent that he snatched the phone out of my hand, and told my friend that I am okay, and things are under control. All I wanted was for someone to pick me up and take me to the nearest hospital, and this guy keeps talking to my friend telling above crap (no offence sir, but in such a situation, first thing anyone wants is........any guesses....... to be carried to a hospital). I almost shouted that I don’t want to risk, or waste any moment, some one carry me. But then this angel from IFlex, Mr. Rohit (I mention his name because in all the haste I managed to loose his phone number after a few days, and could not meet him after I was back to being fit) put me in his car. I still remember how funny it was in all the pain, when I was pushed into the back of his car, and I was shouting...."oh f!@#" " oh f@#$”, and I realized there is a lady sitting in front of the car. And then I apologized for my abusive vocabulary, of course having the excuse of being in undiminishing pain.
To interrupt.....like I mentioned in my first blog...even I am beginning to start my personal story telling (guess it is a blogging hazard).
So I will cut it short. Went to the hospital. All scans revealed no internal injury; the right collar bone (fortunately the most insignificant of them all) had been broken. Which forced me home for a month, and that’s when I got hooked to Trading, and realized that the Harry potter fans are not crazy... cos I became one. I used to really get pissed when all my friends who with my academic and extra curricular records always thought I was an intellectual guy, suddenly started looking scornfully when I said, I don’t read books, and novels..!! I thought this will change things... :) but when I mentioned I read the complete Harry Potter, most thought that I was better off earlier. Anyways I stand by J.K.Rowling. Her imagination is something that is so endearing, and enthralling (Don’t mention the 5th book though), hats off to her.
I know that would not qualify as cutting short. With this accident I only realized the ephemeral nature of life. That it can be interrupted any moment. Not that I will be saved all the time. The time to do all the things that I want to do is now. Or as soon as possible. Hoping I manage few of them.