Life is really too short for regrets....
To use a well known phrase: We forget to pause long enough to smell the roses.
Date: 21st June 2009
Today when I was sitting in the hospital and getting my dressing done after almost a week after I met with an accident, the pain had not reduced from any angel but yes I was able to stand on my own legs without anybody’s help.
Wednesday around 8.30pm when I was crossing the road in Marathalli I was hit by a call center van. Luckily, i GUESS since the driver was already braking, the speed was reduced and due to the impact the summo stopped after it hit me and I fell infront of the car otherwise he would have run over me.
Well, no doubt it was a miraculous escape but the moment I fell on the road and lost my senses. After few minutes my brain communicated the need to get off the road. Till then crowd had gathered, somebdy held me and made me sit on the road. Stark with fear I pulled my duppata to discover a long gash on my knee that stained my light blue kurti a brilliant red.
An aunty pressed a cloth on my knee to stanch the flow of blood. My blood was drumming through my veins so rapidly, I felt deaf. Only the horn of a scooter told me I could still hear. It sounded so loud.
Too loud!
Frightened, I felt everything paused for few minutes. I could only hear hum of
voices of people standing next to me. Thanked all my stars for saving my life and I would shoot that crazy driver, I decided. It would be justifiable homicide. I wanted to go home early. A horrible daylong meeting had culminated in a horrible evening. I had passed exhaustion a long time ago and needed sleep. The Pounding only increased in my head thinking of all this. With a vicious oath I somehow stood with an aunt’s help and was taken to nearby hospital.
I gave vent to several of mine favorite swearwords thinking of the driver as I made my way to the hospital.
Was feeling miserable as my new dress got torn and after the dressing doc gave me good news that I have got an hair line fracture on my knee and he put a plaster..
It was around 10.40pm and I was still in the hospital waiting for my cousin to pay the bill and get me discharged.
Cursed Sathya (Friend and colleague) ‘Selfish, thought-less, demented soul’ who left office early without informing me, i wish he had dropped me home...
Well, he is not as vile as I just thought of him. ..
Whose fault it was and how I could have avoided it and all is immaterial now..At that moment you can’t think straight.
After I reached home me just hit the bed… Had to position myself in a way that my knee doesn’t gets bend as it ensures more even degree of compression along the fracture line.
Well, after an action-packed day I wanted to just rest in peace… I saw my inside of eyelids after 18 hours and I deserved to sleep. But for a minute in my pensive mood I just thought what if it was the last day of my life??
Got very disturbed and was tossing/turning around whole night with this thought running through my mind.
Life is really too short for regrets....it's always after someone you know or close to you to leave this world to make us realize this fact.
I don’t think I would have got a chance to thank my parents for everything they did for me and tell my Parents them that ‘I love them unconditionally’
I always wanted to say sorry to my sis after all the senseless fights we had but ‘ego’ came in between… If I was dead today I don’t think I could have ever…
I have always been very strict with my brother but today I just wanted to hug him and say that I love him the most and he is my life.
Quite a disturbing experience and I myself have learned a lot from it. Hope others do too.
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9 comments:
to start with.... not an air line fracture but hair line ;-)
jokes apart (must be a typo)...sorry to hear about your new dress getting spoilt and also pity on the driver to have miraculasly escaped the swearing words from you (just think of ihs fate, if he comes in front of you).
Anyways, i am really sorry to hear about all this incident but still do not know what good does blame game does in this episode? First the driver and then poor soul Sathya.
Memories are always there to count but its not just the quantity that matters but the quality that needs to be retained. Let me know if your thought differs from that of mine.
Well, Thnks.. Tht was an typo error and it's not abt the blame game. have just written whtever i felt.... N yes i do agree about the quality of memeory but hw do u differ the quantity n quality in terms of memories... Memories are Memories (good or bad)It depends on the situation i guess!
"...hw do u differ the quantity n quality in terms of memories..."
Very simple...
We have tendency to remember all pity things in life but sometimes forget all important stuffs that are like important links of life. Like some important dates (friends/relatives anniversary or B'day etc). But we remember things when somebody has hurt you or ignored you etc... this is where we may have loads of memory in our locker but now the memorable ones that you can cherish. Cherishable memories are the one qualitatively approved (can be both good or bad ones). But non cherishable ones are just the junk that is accumulated and needs to be broomed from attic.
Hope this clarifies it... let me know if you have any different opinion on this front. :-)
not really.. :)
so now i can assume that you can differentiate between memories based on quantity n quality. Right?
Yeah i can.... It's better to die with memories than to live with only dreams... But to be very frank as u said..Memory in Quantity vs. quality, all this can be done only technically..
Pratically speaking the past present itself as visions and images found in long corridors of time. The human mind perceives the past and tries to make a meaning out of it.
Memories may be good or bad, but to make most of the past, one has to probably look at the mistakes committed, and to keep oneself cheerful, often look at the happy days, taking screenshots of the better glimpses that the past presents.
Frankly speaking..We can't filter our memories, categorize them and as u said - non cherishable ones are just the junk that is accumulated and needs to be broomed from attic - IS JUST NOT POSSIBLE!! Not to forget we are human beings and we don't have RAM, motherboard ect to hve tht kind of privleage ;)
i am not going to talk about possible or impossible aspects of filteration.... however, my intention is to mention about will-power (or you ca say mind-power). It is this power that has the potential to make impossible "i m possible" :-)
so now what you see in the word impossible?
U!
oh... so u realise that? cool :-)
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