My deepest condolences to all those who have come to this post reading the title and thinking that this might be a motivational post on success and failure . This ain't any of those motivational shit where people tell you stories of spiders climbing the wall or ants lifting heavy loads. If its your exam season and you have come by to get a dose of motivation then I am sorry to disappoint you.
So whats this post all about.Well, nothing much .Its just about the first fall I had on my new bike .Hmmm... The story goes like this..
It was a bright Sunday noon and after spending an awesome weekend with my dad I packed my bag as I had my classes scheduled the next day .I wanted to stay a few more days but then i thought that the professors would miss my sleepy face at the last bench,so I decided to leave ... and yeah , attendance shortage was also a reason .So after filling my tummy with some Dosas and having done all the goodbye formalities ,I hopped onto my bike. Pulled my anchor , shifted the gear and off I went onto the bumpy roads of my hometown. Riding carefully with my eyes popping out of the helmet in search of road in between those potholes I finally reached main road. The ride was much smoother on the main road.
I was gliding along when I saw this kid with a school bag asking for a lift. I stopped and asked him to hop over. I enquired him why was he carrying a school bag on a Sunday and he told me that he was returning from tuition . He was a talkative fellow but I enjoyed listening to him . Finally we reached his house .I dropped him there and he thanked me with a generous smile.This place is just 2 Kms from the place where I had fallen.I am thankful to God that the kid was not there on the pillion seat when I fell.
Riding along I reached this place called 'Poochakunnu'(In Malayalam 'poocha' means cat and 'kunnu' means hill ). There was this private bus in front of me .It was blazing through that narrow road at a very high speed .It made me wonder whether the driver had missed his loo in the morning and was desperate to reach the toilet.I wouldn't blame him for the high speed if thats the case. After some high speed driving the bus stopped at a bus stop to load and unload. I thought it was the right time to overtake the bus so I checked for any vehicle coming from the opposite side and proceeded. Barely had I reached half the length of the bus an auto rickshaw popped out of nowhere . That element of surprise did me in.The disc and the drums came into action and soon I was sliding along the road like Amir Khan in Dhoom 3 ,but less stylishly . Thud... Takk ... BOOM ... *puff of dust*.. and just like that everything was over.I went blank for a couple of seconds and when my senses came back I saw a big bus tyre. I looked up into heaven only to see strange faces staring at me from the bus window.The auto driver was busy hurling abuses at me as if it was all my mistake .Sitting there I also started giving him a mouthful . Mine had more variety , Hindi + Malayalam . The bus driver was utterly confused .He didn't know whose side to take or I guess he was more concerned to go to the loo .So he asked the bystanders to take me to the roadside so that the bus can move . 5 Uncles came and took me to the roadside teashop. They were really nice guys.Nothing less than angels at the time of calamity.They offered me a seat ,helped me wash my wounds and applied turmeric on it.We had a light chat for about 20 minutes and then I decided to leave. They advised me to go home but I didn't.I made up my mind to ride 70 odd Kms to my college hostel.
On my way I made a pit stop at a bike workshop and got my bike fixed .Luckily the bike had only minor repairable damages.As for me I bought some cotton and and dressed the wound on my elbow.By that time the adrenaline rush was long gone and I started to feel the pain.Thats when I realized that I had other injuries too.My shoulder was paining a lot and my knee had quite a few scratches. All in all a bad day but could have been worse so lets be optimistic.
When I look back I realize that it wasn't my body that had suffered the most from that accident,rather it was my wardrobe. My favourite jeans injured itself on the knee and my new shirt laid down its life in that fall.*One minute silence for my shirt and jeans.*
So whats this post all about.Well, nothing much .Its just about the first fall I had on my new bike .Hmmm... The story goes like this..
It was a bright Sunday noon and after spending an awesome weekend with my dad I packed my bag as I had my classes scheduled the next day .I wanted to stay a few more days but then i thought that the professors would miss my sleepy face at the last bench,so I decided to leave ... and yeah , attendance shortage was also a reason .So after filling my tummy with some Dosas and having done all the goodbye formalities ,I hopped onto my bike. Pulled my anchor , shifted the gear and off I went onto the bumpy roads of my hometown. Riding carefully with my eyes popping out of the helmet in search of road in between those potholes I finally reached main road. The ride was much smoother on the main road.
I was gliding along when I saw this kid with a school bag asking for a lift. I stopped and asked him to hop over. I enquired him why was he carrying a school bag on a Sunday and he told me that he was returning from tuition . He was a talkative fellow but I enjoyed listening to him . Finally we reached his house .I dropped him there and he thanked me with a generous smile.This place is just 2 Kms from the place where I had fallen.I am thankful to God that the kid was not there on the pillion seat when I fell.
Riding along I reached this place called 'Poochakunnu'(In Malayalam 'poocha' means cat and 'kunnu' means hill ). There was this private bus in front of me .It was blazing through that narrow road at a very high speed .It made me wonder whether the driver had missed his loo in the morning and was desperate to reach the toilet.I wouldn't blame him for the high speed if thats the case. After some high speed driving the bus stopped at a bus stop to load and unload. I thought it was the right time to overtake the bus so I checked for any vehicle coming from the opposite side and proceeded. Barely had I reached half the length of the bus an auto rickshaw popped out of nowhere . That element of surprise did me in.The disc and the drums came into action and soon I was sliding along the road like Amir Khan in Dhoom 3 ,but less stylishly . Thud... Takk ... BOOM ... *puff of dust*.. and just like that everything was over.I went blank for a couple of seconds and when my senses came back I saw a big bus tyre. I looked up into heaven only to see strange faces staring at me from the bus window.The auto driver was busy hurling abuses at me as if it was all my mistake .Sitting there I also started giving him a mouthful . Mine had more variety , Hindi + Malayalam . The bus driver was utterly confused .He didn't know whose side to take or I guess he was more concerned to go to the loo .So he asked the bystanders to take me to the roadside so that the bus can move . 5 Uncles came and took me to the roadside teashop. They were really nice guys.Nothing less than angels at the time of calamity.They offered me a seat ,helped me wash my wounds and applied turmeric on it.We had a light chat for about 20 minutes and then I decided to leave. They advised me to go home but I didn't.I made up my mind to ride 70 odd Kms to my college hostel.
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| Thats my expression when I saw the auto rickshaw. |
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| and this one is when I was sliding. |
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| and finally this is me after the fall. |
On my way I made a pit stop at a bike workshop and got my bike fixed .Luckily the bike had only minor repairable damages.As for me I bought some cotton and and dressed the wound on my elbow.By that time the adrenaline rush was long gone and I started to feel the pain.Thats when I realized that I had other injuries too.My shoulder was paining a lot and my knee had quite a few scratches. All in all a bad day but could have been worse so lets be optimistic.
When I look back I realize that it wasn't my body that had suffered the most from that accident,rather it was my wardrobe. My favourite jeans injured itself on the knee and my new shirt laid down its life in that fall.*One minute silence for my shirt and jeans.*
