Driving Chronicles

PART II

Well, how long will I think of cycling??

I started learning to drive a two-wheeler. My childhood friend had a sunny. She was an expert since our school days. First time without knowing how to raise the accelerator and applying a break, I drove her sunny. To my dismay I raised the accelerator at the maximum and hit hard on a dead end wall on the road. The front part of sunny was into pieces. Our faces went pale. I was like a frozen frog in a heavy rain. I was blemished to look her up, as the sunny could not be even moved. She was answerable to her father and I was thinking what next. We ran to a mechanic shop near by. The mechanic came and picked up the vehicle and got it repaired.

My friend then bought a TVS 50 a year later. She then thought me some basics and helped me in learning. If I am right might be I took 2 days to learn.

When I started working in Chennai, my father bought me a sexy black colored pep. Preity was the brand ambassador then. Even otherwise I felt scooty pep was going good.

My uncle trained me enough to clear the license test. I first drove in the busy roads of T.Nagar. I thought I was confident enough. I used to be so rash while driving and had fun driving that way. Once when I was back from a conference in Tidel Park, I was heading towards my other office where I had to attend another conference. I just had half an hour to reach my office and I was the host of the conference. I did not leave any message to my colleagues before when I left from the office. I was under the impression that I could reach easily. I drove very first in the traffic roads near Tidel without wearing a helmet. I noticed an unusually bigger speed breaker. There was a lorry towards my left and a car near my right. My PROM was fused and I lost control and rose over the speed breakers. I flew above like a super woman and my pep was into sparks and got skidded terribly. I was rolled out like a paper flying on a windy evening towards the corner of the road. I was lying on the road like a pathetically hit cockroach still trying hard to get back to its state. I slowly opened my eyes and realized that there were no injuries on my face. I thanked my stars as I escaped from plastic surgeries and all the above I was alive. I then found three of my left fingers were crushed and it was bleeding badly. My left elbow and knees were bleeding and my shoulder skin was peeled like an onion cut for a sandwich.

There was a huge crowd gathered and the mass was trying to lift me up. I had tremendous will power and my PROM asked them to clear the place to let cool air come. Imagine such a statement from an injured person would have made the people ferociousJ

Never mind, they told me the hospital location.

I then managed to go to a clinic with my colleague. The lab assistant was shocked to see me injured badly. I was very confident that I was not fractured anywhere and could be alright in a month’s time. The doctor then came and gave me the first aid. It then took me close to six months to become alright. The incident did not deride me and it only improved my confidence.

to be continued......