On a Bright Sunny day…… Road#12….

It was one of those Mondays where I got ready to work full of energy full of enthusiasm.

I had a habit of tuning into the radio on my mobile while riding and enjoying the pleasure of desi music, but I stopped it since a while, as I realized I was not spending time with myself. And the best time I always have to relax is the time when I ride all alone through the necklace road, the flyovers it seems really beautiful.

The day began with me starting off to my work place. I was in fact early to start to my office. I was riding my bike as usual and then after about 30 mins of my ride stopped at the signal on Banjara Hills Road#1.

The signal turned green and I had to take a right to enter the Road#12. Just as I entered I sensed something would go wrong. I could not sense it exactly, but I felt something would go wrong. I kept my feeling back and continued riding few seconds later…. Guess what!!!

Thaaaaaad!!!!

People who might have seen Krishh will realize that they have just seen a promo of the movie real time. A two wheeler on Hyderabad roads just cant explain how people drive. He took a right turn and then the rear wheel of his bike hit the front wheel of my bike. Thaad!!!! I flew from my bike fell on the road and the first thing that comes to my mouth “$%^#*@” I then check myself. Lucky me nothing happened. Thanks to my laptop bag which saved me from getting hurt. Poor bag got torn badly. I then saw my bike waiting for me to come and pick up. I just went then picked up the bike, damn!!! The bike got damaged badly. I then tried to move it to the side of the road. I managed it somehow.

By the side of the road I just saw around. Hyderabad became very busy. There was none out there on the roads to bother and pick a chap who met with an accident. No one event made an attempt. For a second I felt sorry for myself and then I thought why should anyone bother? That’s how life works. Then, just right then a man comes to and says “ Are you alright son? Did you get hurt?” Ah!!! That was enough for me. There was one man who came for me. I told myself.

And then I tried to move my vehicle it was’nt moving. The gear got stuck. I could see, luckily, a mechanic very close to the accident spot. Took my vehicle there and then just told him to get it fixed. I just sat there on a stone looking at myself. Then I realized not much of hurt. I slowly checked my dress, I find the shirt torn and also my trouser just below the knee torn. Ah!!!! I felt the pain. I checked my wounds and found that they were manageable.

Meanwhile mechanic got the bike ready and I started back to office. I made up my mind to go to office as I had to travel only 4KM and if I could take rest in office I can go back home peacefully.

Reached office and then found that I was too late and then guess what… my workplace does not have a first aid. My collegues came to me and then one of them came with me to the departmental store to get the first aid. I took the first aid and came back to my seat. I see myself applying the first aid and then I’m back to business.

The hurt wasn’t much and the worst part was that I could not believe no one cares about what happens. And I realized why should anyone care? Who am I to anyone?

I smile and say to myself I care….