Laugh at Accidents

How many times in past have you met with an accident, that time was really bad, painful and the worst time ever, but now when you think about it you can’t really stop laughing. Once it so happened that a close family friend met with an accident. Till the doctor said that he is fine (which was by the way 4 hr after he was admitted to the hospital) the situation was very tense. When the doc said he is fine and sleeping the scenario changed courtesy his parents. They came up with so many anecdotes of accidents (of the same genre described above) that all of us couldn’t stop laughing. Finally the nurse had to put her foot down and kick us all out. (Yes even his parents.)

Let me tell you of one such incident. I was in 9th standard. My best friend and me had joined this basketball coaching during the summer vacations (I do miss those vacations now that I am in a job.) From 4 PM to 5:30 PM we had our basketball coaching. Then from 6 PM we had our Tuitions. (Khanna group) This used to take place in my house. It meant that we have to travel some 4 or 5 Km by bicycle in less than ½ hr. That we used to do all the time so not big deal. Now along the full stretch of route that connected the playground to my house there were many speed breaking bumps. Most of them were single bump and some space then another single bump. But there was a stretch where there was a rumble strip bump (or that’s what we used to call it. It is one of those annoying series of equidistant small bumps). What we used to do was, gain speed while coming up to this set of bumps. Jerk the bike at the 1st bump and land at the last one, and in the process reducing the pain of going over it with all the shakes that used to get amplified by the cycle. (Especially after a though workout at the basketball court). This was in a township of BHEL (Bharat Heavy Electrical Ltd.) Hardwar, which is very near to the Rajaji National Forest and so in summers we can see many wildlife coming to the township in search of water.

Back to the true story! One fine day we were coming back from basketball coaching and at that point (rumble strip bump) tried that stunt of ours. (It’s still a slow-motion memory of mine that happened in a split second.)

Speed increased. 1st bump came, gave the by-cycle a upward jerk, the cycle takes off in the air, (of-course I take of with it like one of those ET movies) then I see a fox running perpendicular to me and towards me. I was amused to see that creature thinking of waiting to see it for a while. All of a sudden my cycle stops moving. I look down and see that I have hit that fox while we all (fox, cycle and me) are in air. The cycle came to a stand still. But to my dismay I didn’t stop. I look down towards my cycle and it as doing a summer-salt. I on the other hand was like superman. Flying through the sky, uninterrupted! This thought did strike me and to tell the truth I was really excited. Then I saw the road coming at me with what looked like full speed. I didn’t want to break my hands. (There was a basketball match coming up) so I pull my hands back thinking of what next to do before hitting the ground.

Next what happened was something I believed happened in cartoons only. You must have see Roadrunner and Coyote. As soon as the coyote realizes that it is in air miles above the ground it falls leaving behind a puff of cloud. But till then it does all the stunts like its not in mid air. Same happened with me. It took me fraction of a nanosecond and I was on ground.

I sat down on the road cross-legged and tried to see if I have got hurt. Hands check, legs check, tummy….. It was soaked in blood. I was dead scared. But I wasn’t hurt there. Then my friend told me (to my relief that I am not dying) that it was my chin. And it was a nasty cut. The doctor latter on told me that it was adrenal rush that made that cut numb and I wish I was having the same rush when he put some 5 stitches there.

Then it was accident and now when ever I think of it I can not stop laughing. What was I thinking that I pulled my hands backward?

The mark is still there to remind me of the day…

Poll on kids smoking

For those of you who missed out on the poll and the post. This is in continuation of the post When your kid smokes. The question asked was “What will you do when you catch your kid smoking?”

Maximum people picked up the option “Try to reason and show the right way.” Some did nothing and some wanted to use the same technique that was (I hope) used on them. Brute force!

Few were confident enough to say that they will emotionally blackmail the kids. But the latest trend is the other way round. Kids it seems are better in blackmailing there parents. Through in the guilt conscious of the both working parents and kids get almost everything.

Couple of them picked the answered that they will sit and smoke with there kids. Well frankly I will wait till they catch there kids then see if they can really smoke with there kids.

Prithvi on the other hand had put what he might to in points as follows.

1. Force the child to smoke continuously till he/she is sick so that he/she never wants to try it again

2. Take the child to a lung cancer hospital and show the suffering that come from smoking, also show some burnt lungs

And at last I can say that you guys are as clueless as I am about this topic. But this forum did help some of us think of the various scenarios.

If you have some more comments on this topic feel free to put them in the comment section.

If you have any more such issues that you think are important and should be atleast thought of then also you are free to put them as comment.

Dancing in the Rain

It is a welcome site when after a hot and dry summer season rain comes to bless us with freshness, much needed relief from heat and brings in lots of greenery. Clear weather, rainbow, birds chirping, peacocks dancing, intoxicating zephyr with essence of earth and flowers, are just few of the things that is attributed to the rain. When I was in north India, (place with extreme whether) rain used to be a welcome relief. While in college there was a time when couple of my friends and me had to just get drenched in rain, no matter what. It was a sort of ritual. Then there was football. A game which when played in rain and mud increases the fun in exponential order.

Rain has been a natural force that always helped human. Euphoric kids playing, sexy gales, (heroines in the movies) forget all and drown in the moment and enjoying to the most (and that's when the hero sees her and falls in love.) it also kind of helps the sad people who can hide there tears in the rain. All and all a magical trick played by nature! A conjuring trick! Water falling from the sky. Magic that touches the flora and fauna and mostly brings them back to life.

But every good has its own bad. Ask yourself 1st that how many times you have washed your clothes, put them out side in the sun to dry and in matter of minutes rain comes pouring in. Or you had your bike serviced and then by the time you reach home, thanks to the bad roads and rain your bike is covered with mud. You think of attending some wedding at a farm house in your best sari or suit just to find that it’s ruined because of rain.

I am living in a city where it rains, rains every time you wash cloths, bike or the temperature goes above 25 degree centigrade. Some say this is the merry time climate, some say it is close to heaven, some call it the air-conditioned city and most know of it as Bangalore or Bengalooru. Initially when I came here I was bemused when I read one day in the news paper (yes I do read them some times) that “Monsoon to hit Bangalore in 2 days”. I kept laughing because Since January I witnessed rain almost every other day. There is one more thing that I hate is getting drenched in rain (when I don’t want to) and that too while driving me bike. When you are driving fast in rain the water has a tendency of slowly getting to you. Drop by drop it will wet you and that is really irritating.

But what I have started to hate the most about rain is that, whenever it rains I miss my gal even more. And it rains almost everyday here…….

Breaking III

On the lines of Breaking news and Breaking news II, I am giving you Breaking news III. Now this is a series thing. At the end I have put up another picture that might become breaking news some day.

The news is that a tiger and tigress are in love... tigress is older than the tiger and that there is a third person between them. It is some thing I always thought was a part of some Animal Planet serial or one of the National Geographic things. But when love is in the air guess any channel can pick it up.

There is this interesting picture that came by way today. It says in an Auto-rickshaw that not to call the driver brother (bhiya) if you are sitting with your boyfriend. The comment is intended for the girls by the driver I guess.