So, I was on my way to salsa “test” class, earplugs attached to my ears were singing a random track from my mp3 player, road was open, way was clear, was going to overtake Mahindra Maxx from of-course left side. Twisting Accelerator 40.. 50… 55 … 59 . . . . . . . . . and 40.. 20.. 5 .. 0.02 and Zoom, I was in the air for good 5 mili seconds.
Here is screen-shot of the animation News channels showed only ten thousand times to their visibly (probably mentally) challenged viewers.
Thank god for helmet, my million dollar worth pretty face was safe. Although I did manage to get wounds on both of my knees and my right hand, given that i fell towards my left. So, apparently not only I flew, I even rotated 90 degrees on my axis.
Conclusion 1 : I did a Shaktimaan thing … not the superman one, uber Cool … !!
Landing wasn’t very pleasant, there were potholes filled with muck, waiting there to decorate my light color shirt and new jeans.
When I stood up covered in dirt, the earplugs were still intact and the song i could hear was BEP’s “tonight is going to be a good night” …. hah!! Irony ….
And the poor guy was standing there sheepishly, surrounded by crowd abusing him, coz he had a bigger vehicle. So no matter what, its his fault. And I was thinking of getting out of there and see if I can still make it to the class.
My Expensive (pitaji ki di hui) watch was broken, The shiny bike (since i got it serviced that day itself) was not that shiny any more with legguard, handle, indicator not at there correct places … But still i was feeling sympathetic to that guy or may be i just wanted to go off the scene …
And to my luck … the police showed up. Before they could’ve made it any worse, I accepted others’ suggestion and left with that guy in his vehicle for a hospital, believing that his “baccha (second in command)” will get it repaired.
Oh! and was I wrong, he took me to his house to wash my wounds. and …
1. I had to clean my wounds in an open area,
2. His mom kept asking me questions (in telugu)
3. I was suddenly a monkey in the big mauhalla and every-one couldn’t resist staring at me. some people even came from their house to this guy’s house to see me. Ok I know I’ve got smoking hot body with not 6 or 8 but a full family pack, But still …
Conclusion 2: Fame comes at a cost of sacrificing personal privacy. Now I know how Britney feels
After 15 minutes this guy (Madhu, As his mother was screaming at him using this name) came with his Baccha and one more guy, and asked me if the person with me got my bike…
I was like ….
They stole my bike, it was probably all a setup, to steal my bike… Those people from the road side were also involved, may be the policeman too. It could be a big gang, who steal vehicles… I m not going to leave them, I am an IT guy I’ve the power of information …. What if they kill me …. no no no … I want my mommy … I don’t want a bike … It was old anyways … I can go to office with ‘Malik’ …. etc. etc..
Yeh, seriously all this went through my mind when i had that FUUU expression on my face.
Conclution 3 : Never trust people, specially a 25+ yr person whom ppl still call “baccha”.
Hence, I forgot about everything else and went with them to search for my bike (Actually to get out of their area at-least). And that was when i spotted my bike parked out of a Tea-stall. Oh it was a blissful moment, like the slow motion run and hug scene from the 80′s love stories. Quite a bit like this …
Not from the movie of course … but you got the picture right .
And as it turned out, that Tea-stall guy parked it there, so that police won’t tow-away my bike….
Conclusion 4 : Some times its owkay to trust people … just make sure they are not 25+ yr old and still goes by pet name “baccha”.
So, I got my bike back, requested god to not make my evening any more eventful, and I left that place …
PS:- Went to bidar(130 Km form hyderabad) of bike very next day.
PS:– Got a Titnes shot 36 hours after the accident.
PS:— Still limping little bit.
PS:—- No plans still to see a doctor.