Hit n Run

What is it that comes to your mind when you read the title? A kid hitting another kid and running away :O are you serious you thought of that :P or a vehicle hitting another vehicle or a person and trying to escape, now you are making sense 8-). Some of you guys might recall the Need for Speed Hot Pursuit versions as well I’m sure. But what is the severity in real life, it can be minute or even life threatening. In any case don’t give stress to your brains, you are already into a lot I know :P

So here I was lost in the beauty of the clouds, the ones who were ready to launch a full scale assault on Earth, and expressing the same in words and I wrote “It took a while for the craft to board and I somehow managed to put my bags in the rack with my injured wrists.” – reference 3^rd para A New Dawn. So here goes the story, well this is a little embarrassing but who cares I need something to bug you guys.

I watched the brother cut the skin around the wound while sitting on a bed in the emergency of Greenview Hospital and tried to recall what happened. It had been a hectic day and another was to follow. It was Independence Day tomorrow and I would be spending 12 hours in office alone. Considering the fact I had to start my shift early morning, my lead allowed me to leave half an hour before. Also I had too many things to do, most important of all was to pack my bags as the next day I was also going home. All I could remember was the empty dark road, a screech of brakes and the bike skidding on the road to its right. It took not more than a moment for me to stand up and pick my bike, only to realize that I could not feel my right hand around the wrist. People gathered around to check what had happened; I could recall someone helping me with the helmet and spects, after that only thing I remember was my fading vision and the thirst that made me ask for water from people not only whom I didn’t know but now was not able to see as well. I felt I had not drunk water from days and it was making me weak every moment, I could realize the diminishing visibility, and the glaring headlights of the passing by vehicles were pinching terribly in my eyes. There was a clash of thoughts in my mind as I started to black out. “I have my bike”, “What about the office laptop”, “What if someone takes advantage of the situation”, I will be in worst condition. So before I ran out of power, I somehow grabbed the bikes keys and put it in my pocket, someone had already picked the bike and parked it on the side. I clinched my backpack belt and tightened it till I felt it hugging me tight and only then I sat on the footpath. The words that made me fight the blackout was someone saying “Take off your bag”, though the intent was generous, but you can’t trust anyone in such circumstances.

The pain of flesh being cut with the skin brought me back to the hospital and I was still confused about what had happened, I decided to let the brother do what he was doing and I again tried to recall how I fell. This time it was a little clearer, it was the dark road again and I was in my usual pace, and something flashed and again the screeching brakes, the skidding bikes and the same story.

I realized I was able to feel the wrist area but was in terrible pain even with an inches movement. After the cleaning was done it was time for X-Ray and another episode of flash back started while waiting. I came to the parking from ODC, started my bike and realized I had not taken out my gloves. It were in my backpack, and came the devil and the angel me on my shoulders, the devil pushing me to let go and just ride, the angel said “No take them out, what else did you buy them for, just to keep in bag is it?” But it was too late the devil me killed the angel after the debate and I pulled the throttle.

The X-Ray was done, turned out I had had enough milk in my childhood to save my bones, but there was slight damage in the ligaments. It was time to get the wound dressed and return home, but the brothers were busy attending other patients. I closed my eyes and concentrated for a minute, played the whole thing numerous times in my mind. Play, Rewind, Play was all that happened for a minute.

What was it that flashed and came running from the dark, something with brown hair I was sure of now. I remember hitting the brakes hard, but it was not enough, the distance was very less. I managed to balance from the sudden brakes but could no more when I hit it, I lost my balance and it was road my bike and on it ‘me’. Yes I could see what it was, it was a dog, came the words out of my mouth ‘Son of a Beach’. It was not me who had hit the dog; it was the dog that had hit me, coming out of nowhere running wildly on the road and BANG…!!  And I was on road! Even before I got up and saw if it was alive, it was not even there, it had run from the crime scene.

Just a message to pass: “Beware of Dogs, each has its day”, if you know what I mean 8-)

But poor me, there is no dog police that I can lodge a complaint against that dog for not following lane discipline :P and book it on the charges of ‘Hit n Run’

‘Ride hard, but make sure you have the safety gears on and not in your bag :( ’

A New Dawn

The security gates opened to the breaking of a new dawn, the sky had opened its eyes only by a little, disappointed to find out that it was morning and the time to get up had come. It lazily opened its eyelids and the shining eyes came rising up slowly as the bus covered the way to the craft and bestowed us with the beauty called sunrise. The sky became bright gradually and so did my mind, after all I was travelling to my native after a long time. The passing of every second was filling me with a weird happiness, weird because I was confused whether I was happy or content, whatever it be it was subtle and I enjoyed every moment with a smile stuck to my face.

The sky was hazy as if it was not in a mood to wake up and take a sick leave, unfortunately the manager did not approve. From far I could see some hills, the top of which were being munched by the clouds, I wondered if among them were Nandi hills as well - A place to experience the true beauty of nature rising from the slumber from your very own eyes.

It took a while for the craft to board and I somehow managed to put my bags in the rack with my injured wrists. Now that you are wondering how I injured them, well it was a case of ‘Hit n Run’, but that is another story I will share separately. While boarding I witnessed something I cannot resist to share. If someone could give a competition to a beggar for tidy clothes, it had to be this guy who sat opposite to me in the escort bus. He had managed not to wash his jeans from the times when jeans were not even invented or may be clothes as well, indeed I should refer to stone age. I was speechless by the condition and probably many others were too, so I simply offered my prayers for the person who would sit next to this chap, fortunately it wasn’t me and yes that was also a part of my prayer ;)

The craft approached the runway, and I was pushed into my seat when it suddenly picked up the pace, and every time that happens I wish I could sit in a car and feel that speed. I want to press that ‘Red button’ which you would never find in your own car but in sci-fi movies or cartoons. In no time I was hanging in air (for those who understand the term ‘absolute’ and ‘relative’, u know I was hanging in air). The clouds were dense, the visibility was reducing and then it crossed that layer, I have no clue what it is called or any such layer even exists, but it was the layer of the clouds, and all I could see was white cotton spread all over the earth. I was having trouble naming it as there were so many things that I could relate it to at the same time, and I don’t mind if you laugh at my minds weird creativity but the things I could relate the clouds to ranged from an artist’s drawing, a humongous Jacuzzi filled with foam :P Cotton’s mission to overcome human race and what not. I was truly mesmerized by the beauty of the sky, which seems so nice from down beneath, but from above it was even more admirable. This was not my first trip by air but surely this experience was the best. I felt so close to the nature and wished if I could stand outside the craft on the top or wings, but I know I’ll be a part of nature if I do that :P

There are many things in life we love to do, forget our routines, responsibilities and everything else which bind us from our releasing our inner selves. So here I was relaxing and enjoying doing nothing and smiling. Sometimes you should also let go of yourselves and let the you within enjoy, then only you can see the New Dawn.!! 

Think with a Wink ;)

Don’t know what has gotten into my head, I am not able to think what I should write, or rather think what I want to think. It’s like whenever I start writing on the board a magic duster wipes it from behind and again when I see how it appears what my mind has written, “Wallaaaa… Empty”

And now that I am desperately trying to write on the board, the faster is the duster wiping it. I wonder if there were such magical dusters to wipe away people tears.

You must be wondering what a noble thought that is. Well that in my perception is a hallucination and not a noble or a humble thought. Living a crazy life is good, but living a dream is not, we should not expect everything to happen on its own and depending on destiny to play the role. You don’t wait for God or destiny to feed you food from your plate, do you? Well it’s not another debate I want to start that God does not exist, so if you thought so, keep it to yourselves.

This might be sound like a lecture on Code of conducts, but take my word it’s not going to be. Only message I want to send through this is, don’t wait for things to workout on their own, coz they won’t. Get up and work your way through them. That’s the only solution to your problems, well not only problems but for anything.

We sit around lazily and the whole day would pass, even before we realize it, and then we will say :

“Haaaa, it was morning an hour back..!!” or  something like

“Is something wrong with the clock, there has to be”

Don’t look here and there that it can’t be me, its each one of us doing things like these every day in our lives.

The other best dialogue is: I’ll do it tomorrow for sure, tomorrow I have time.

And all you do in that time is just sleep off or talk to him talk to her, talk to another him/her (him/her specifically doesn’t mean boyfriend or girlfriend, don’t be so narrow minded, you know you will call anybody when you need to waste time), open your laptop and needless to say anything else, this day is also gone :P

Phew, I tried so hard not to make a smiley there but what to do, it just came :D so now I don’t have to stop so I made another if you were wondering :P

After writing the last line (not the smiley one :P ), I was wondering if we calculate the time we spent our lives just dilly-dallying. NO, you better not calculate it, how can I even think of doing such atrocities to me :O “I know myself more than anyone.(So I know my secrets about how of how much I have not dilly-dallied ;) )”

So If you are still wondering what this blog was all about,  even I don’t know, I was just adding some more of that time which no one would want to be calculated ;) and I guess I ended up adding some of yours too :P

Don’t give me that stare, it was you who chose to read it, I did not force you :P