The cloth of my T-shirt rustled by my side on the wound as the wind grew stronger with the speed of my ride. The pain reminded me of the day before when all four of my limbs responsible for my movement were damaged. I was down but not out. It taught me never to give up.
It was my Bhabhi’s birthday the next day. I was to reach Sarita Vihar while picking up some eatables on the way. I left the office at around 8:20 pm. I had just left the Noida-Greater Noida red light and was just thinking about the difference in men of ability and men of politics when suddenly out of the dark a figure appeared in front of me as if it had just been made visible. Thoughts at the rate of millions per second were processed in my mind. One of them made me apply both the brakes immediately. I was not sure what was going to happen. Actually I was just thinking how to avoid a contact with the guy on the bicycle who had just crossed the divider and was trying to cross the road without any need to look back at the traffic. In a desperate attempt to evade the collision I made a maneuver which is forbidden in the book of bike riding, turning the front wheel while applying the disc brakes.
Immediately, as if I was rewarded for my actions, the front tyre got locked. The next 10 seconds went by at 100 frames per second. I hit the bicycle from the left, fell on my right and rolled of on the road banging my head on the road on the way. At the climax of it I halted just like an athlete ready to start a race. The savior of the day was the Ninja (helmet).
I could feel the sting on my knees and elbows. I got up although with a lot more difficulty as I was expecting just a few seconds before. Glanced at the man on the bicycle lying by the side of the road, and then picked up my wounded bike lying in the middle of the road. It was onerous picking up the bike with the lacerations. I managed to get it by the side of the road then inspected the bicycle guy who looked fine but was lying down. One of the guys from the crowd told me that the other guy was fine probably drunk and he suggested me to move on.
The leg guards bent, speedometer cover broken, gear shifter twisted and a broken watch, I started the bike and it started the third time I pushed the start button. It is amazing to see that the Pulsar is very rarely damaged on the body. No scratches, no broken indicators, all the impact taken by the leg guards. My odyssey was far from over. There was more to come. Unknown to this, I rode on.
Unsure about the damages taken by my body I decided not to continue to fulfill my errand of getting the food for the party I was going to. I headed directly towards Sarita Vihar hoping to find a doctor on the way. Not able to find a doctor and faced with the dilemma of completing my errand and finding a doctor, I turned and navigated towards Zakir Nagar where I would be able to complete my errand and would also find a doctor although it would take some time to reach there.
The pain started to grow and my alertness on the road started diminishing. Recollecting my riding spirits I toiled ahead. I was behind a car, I think it was a Maruti Zen but I don’t really remember it. The car driver saw a huge ditch on the road and he braked. As I was hurt both on the right knee and elbow it resulted in my inefficiency to stop promptly.
A sense of amusement flashed across my mind as I knew for sure that I was going to hit the car and fall down. I was hurt again on my right knee as I fell on the right side this time bending the other leg guard. My bag was laid open on the road. I was exhausted, all the energy drawn out from my body. I took a longer time to get up. I collected the contents of my bag from the road slowly. I was not in a position to pick up my bike this time. Some one among the people collected was kind enough to pick up my bike and park it on the side of the road. Once again I was asked the question “Are you hurt?” I didn’t feel like responding to the question but the truth was that I didn’t have the energy to respond.
With the Jeans sticking to the knees I sat on the bike. Once again revved it up and ambled hoping to find a doctor soon. Each inch of road covered was like a 100 m sprint in hell. I rode keeping a lot of distance from all vehicles ahead of me as I was not in a position to make any sudden moves.
Discharged of all the energy with the pain piercing all parts of my body, I finally reached a doctor. A doctor is thought of being the angel in flesh. As I went in I could feel the angelic presence. I was bandaged on both the knees, elbows and the small finger on the right hand. Some other wounds on the legs were just applied with an ointment. I came out feeling like “Rana Sanga”, the famous Indian hero who was notorious for getting wounded a lot in the battles.
Feeling some energy returning I finished my errand of picking up some food items and moved towards Sarita Vihar once again. It was tough to bend the knees with the wound and the bandage to be able to ride. I conquered the 10 km distance and reached Sarita Vihar.
After the party it was time to go home at Vasant Kunj which was a good 20 km from Sarita Vihar. I wanted to ride it home as I knew if I stopped moving, my limbs will get jammed due to the wounds. But I was not allowed by my brother and other well wishers. So it was decided that my brother will take it till Malviya Nagar where my bike will be parked and we will move in my brother’s car from there, which of course his friend will take till Malviya Nagar. At Malviya Nagar I decided that I could ride hence took my bike home.
I prepared to sleep. As I changed clothes more of the little wounds were uncovered all over the body. One of them was on the left side of my stomach. It hurt badly while sleeping. I was aware that my knees and elbows might be jammed by the morning but I wanted to go to the office next day. More so I didn’t want to get immobile. I wanted to be able to ride. I kept moving my joints throughout the night. In the morning I was ready to go to the office on my bike.
The T-shirt still rustled, the jean brushed but the pain was gone.
It was my Bhabhi’s birthday the next day. I was to reach Sarita Vihar while picking up some eatables on the way. I left the office at around 8:20 pm. I had just left the Noida-Greater Noida red light and was just thinking about the difference in men of ability and men of politics when suddenly out of the dark a figure appeared in front of me as if it had just been made visible. Thoughts at the rate of millions per second were processed in my mind. One of them made me apply both the brakes immediately. I was not sure what was going to happen. Actually I was just thinking how to avoid a contact with the guy on the bicycle who had just crossed the divider and was trying to cross the road without any need to look back at the traffic. In a desperate attempt to evade the collision I made a maneuver which is forbidden in the book of bike riding, turning the front wheel while applying the disc brakes.
Immediately, as if I was rewarded for my actions, the front tyre got locked. The next 10 seconds went by at 100 frames per second. I hit the bicycle from the left, fell on my right and rolled of on the road banging my head on the road on the way. At the climax of it I halted just like an athlete ready to start a race. The savior of the day was the Ninja (helmet).
I could feel the sting on my knees and elbows. I got up although with a lot more difficulty as I was expecting just a few seconds before. Glanced at the man on the bicycle lying by the side of the road, and then picked up my wounded bike lying in the middle of the road. It was onerous picking up the bike with the lacerations. I managed to get it by the side of the road then inspected the bicycle guy who looked fine but was lying down. One of the guys from the crowd told me that the other guy was fine probably drunk and he suggested me to move on.
The leg guards bent, speedometer cover broken, gear shifter twisted and a broken watch, I started the bike and it started the third time I pushed the start button. It is amazing to see that the Pulsar is very rarely damaged on the body. No scratches, no broken indicators, all the impact taken by the leg guards. My odyssey was far from over. There was more to come. Unknown to this, I rode on.
Unsure about the damages taken by my body I decided not to continue to fulfill my errand of getting the food for the party I was going to. I headed directly towards Sarita Vihar hoping to find a doctor on the way. Not able to find a doctor and faced with the dilemma of completing my errand and finding a doctor, I turned and navigated towards Zakir Nagar where I would be able to complete my errand and would also find a doctor although it would take some time to reach there.
The pain started to grow and my alertness on the road started diminishing. Recollecting my riding spirits I toiled ahead. I was behind a car, I think it was a Maruti Zen but I don’t really remember it. The car driver saw a huge ditch on the road and he braked. As I was hurt both on the right knee and elbow it resulted in my inefficiency to stop promptly.
A sense of amusement flashed across my mind as I knew for sure that I was going to hit the car and fall down. I was hurt again on my right knee as I fell on the right side this time bending the other leg guard. My bag was laid open on the road. I was exhausted, all the energy drawn out from my body. I took a longer time to get up. I collected the contents of my bag from the road slowly. I was not in a position to pick up my bike this time. Some one among the people collected was kind enough to pick up my bike and park it on the side of the road. Once again I was asked the question “Are you hurt?” I didn’t feel like responding to the question but the truth was that I didn’t have the energy to respond.
With the Jeans sticking to the knees I sat on the bike. Once again revved it up and ambled hoping to find a doctor soon. Each inch of road covered was like a 100 m sprint in hell. I rode keeping a lot of distance from all vehicles ahead of me as I was not in a position to make any sudden moves.
Discharged of all the energy with the pain piercing all parts of my body, I finally reached a doctor. A doctor is thought of being the angel in flesh. As I went in I could feel the angelic presence. I was bandaged on both the knees, elbows and the small finger on the right hand. Some other wounds on the legs were just applied with an ointment. I came out feeling like “Rana Sanga”, the famous Indian hero who was notorious for getting wounded a lot in the battles.
Feeling some energy returning I finished my errand of picking up some food items and moved towards Sarita Vihar once again. It was tough to bend the knees with the wound and the bandage to be able to ride. I conquered the 10 km distance and reached Sarita Vihar.
After the party it was time to go home at Vasant Kunj which was a good 20 km from Sarita Vihar. I wanted to ride it home as I knew if I stopped moving, my limbs will get jammed due to the wounds. But I was not allowed by my brother and other well wishers. So it was decided that my brother will take it till Malviya Nagar where my bike will be parked and we will move in my brother’s car from there, which of course his friend will take till Malviya Nagar. At Malviya Nagar I decided that I could ride hence took my bike home.
I prepared to sleep. As I changed clothes more of the little wounds were uncovered all over the body. One of them was on the left side of my stomach. It hurt badly while sleeping. I was aware that my knees and elbows might be jammed by the morning but I wanted to go to the office next day. More so I didn’t want to get immobile. I wanted to be able to ride. I kept moving my joints throughout the night. In the morning I was ready to go to the office on my bike.
The T-shirt still rustled, the jean brushed but the pain was gone.
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