Each new day, as the story of life unfolds, we are privy to new realms of the self and the universe. I didn’t know what that day had in store for me until I was taken to a whole new world.
The morning was unseasonably cold due to heavy rains the previous night. The cab was moving swiftly at a comfortable pace. I was sitting in the middle-left section, reading Crime and Punishment. There were two other women traveling with me, one was sitting with her eyes closed, I don’t think she was asleep though, and the other was blabbering incessantly on phone, ruining the serenity of a beautiful morning but I tried to ignore. I took a fleeting glance on the road ahead. There wasn’t much traffic yet. I closed the overhead duct, and went back to my reading.
A few minutes later…
Someone was honking frantically. I turned to my left; a biker was trying to overtake our cab. The cabbie let him. The moment the bike overhauled our cab, it lost control and toppled over. Our cab swerved towards right in an attempt not to run over him and came to a halt with a strong jolt. Sometime during the tumult, my head hit the left window frame. I blinked, spots of light danced through the darkness in front of my eyes. "Am I done here?" My entire life flashed through my mind in a split second, my first visit to shirdi, cuddling my mom, dancing with my dad, teasing my li’l brother and wonderwall… his face just wouldn’t fade away. “Is that all? I haven’t even seen him yet.” I thought before I tranced into utter blackness. Honestly, I don’t really mind dying except for missing him... and my parents.
For next several minutes, I lay unconscious in one of the women's lap. When I regained my senses, I felt fierce headache following which I regurgitated. It was difficult for me to keep my eyes open but I was not sure if I should sleep. I think I had a concussion but I didn’t know what condition I was in. I asked the driver to move the cab. As soon as we reached work, I was taken to the hospital. I tried to walk but my legs were trembling.
I was admitted in casualty. A doctor and two nurses looked after me immediately. They took my vital signs; my temperature had shot up and blood pressure had plummeted. The doctor asked my name and other information. I remembered everything. He assured that there was no loss of memory. They took me for a CT scan. I struggled real hard to keep my eyes open but I couldn’t. I was given medicines through an intravenous drip in my right hand. This was the first time when I experienced a drip and it was f***ing painful. In fact, I don’t remember when the last time I was admitted to a hospital. Within 10 minutes, my hand was swollen. I requested them to take it off but they didn’t. It was important to normalize my body temperature and blood pressure.
I think I went to sleep for a while. After some time, my colleagues came and told me that I will be discharged in a couple of hours and I should inform my parents now. But I knew they will freak out. So I decided to get home first and then explain things slowly. The doctor told me that it was fine for me to sleep except that someone needs to wake me up every 2-3 hours. If I have difficulty waking up the next morning, then I will have to see a doctor asap. I asked if I will be able to wake up at all and he smiled.
The morning was unseasonably cold due to heavy rains the previous night. The cab was moving swiftly at a comfortable pace. I was sitting in the middle-left section, reading Crime and Punishment. There were two other women traveling with me, one was sitting with her eyes closed, I don’t think she was asleep though, and the other was blabbering incessantly on phone, ruining the serenity of a beautiful morning but I tried to ignore. I took a fleeting glance on the road ahead. There wasn’t much traffic yet. I closed the overhead duct, and went back to my reading.
A few minutes later…
Someone was honking frantically. I turned to my left; a biker was trying to overtake our cab. The cabbie let him. The moment the bike overhauled our cab, it lost control and toppled over. Our cab swerved towards right in an attempt not to run over him and came to a halt with a strong jolt. Sometime during the tumult, my head hit the left window frame. I blinked, spots of light danced through the darkness in front of my eyes. "Am I done here?" My entire life flashed through my mind in a split second, my first visit to shirdi, cuddling my mom, dancing with my dad, teasing my li’l brother and wonderwall… his face just wouldn’t fade away. “Is that all? I haven’t even seen him yet.” I thought before I tranced into utter blackness. Honestly, I don’t really mind dying except for missing him... and my parents.
For next several minutes, I lay unconscious in one of the women's lap. When I regained my senses, I felt fierce headache following which I regurgitated. It was difficult for me to keep my eyes open but I was not sure if I should sleep. I think I had a concussion but I didn’t know what condition I was in. I asked the driver to move the cab. As soon as we reached work, I was taken to the hospital. I tried to walk but my legs were trembling.
I was admitted in casualty. A doctor and two nurses looked after me immediately. They took my vital signs; my temperature had shot up and blood pressure had plummeted. The doctor asked my name and other information. I remembered everything. He assured that there was no loss of memory. They took me for a CT scan. I struggled real hard to keep my eyes open but I couldn’t. I was given medicines through an intravenous drip in my right hand. This was the first time when I experienced a drip and it was f***ing painful. In fact, I don’t remember when the last time I was admitted to a hospital. Within 10 minutes, my hand was swollen. I requested them to take it off but they didn’t. It was important to normalize my body temperature and blood pressure.
I think I went to sleep for a while. After some time, my colleagues came and told me that I will be discharged in a couple of hours and I should inform my parents now. But I knew they will freak out. So I decided to get home first and then explain things slowly. The doctor told me that it was fine for me to sleep except that someone needs to wake me up every 2-3 hours. If I have difficulty waking up the next morning, then I will have to see a doctor asap. I asked if I will be able to wake up at all and he smiled.
7 comments:
i can see the signs of insanity olreddy...
lolz!!
I love your cutting remarks babes!!
I know I have been really selfish but dont worry i also know what I need to do. I'm sure you'll have one less reason to complain...
And you can call me insane coz I'm truly madly deeply in love with him and I can scream it from the top of the world. Just looking at him feels so divine, what will I do when I will see him *blush blush*
Your posts are unoriginal, your sentence construction is awkward, your grammar is patchy but your one sided infatuation is hilarious!! Carry on Dudette ;-)
My dear anonymous reader - your feedback is appreciated. keep it coming - will help me do better. I describe the incidents the way they happen. I am sorry if you don’t find them new. After all I am an ordinary girl leading an average life. But next time, I will discover an innovative way to meet with an accident so it lives up to your expectations :-P
Regarding sentence construction and grammar, I skipped elementary education - would you like to be my teacher please? It’s never too late to learn, you know ;-)
I wish you had known one percent of dudette, you wouldnt have called my feelings 'infatuation'. There is a huge difference between infatuation and love. Infatuation is mostly superficial and it doesnt last more than a few months. Love calls for commitment and devotion. If its not love, then why dont I consider someone else. Do you think I dont have other options? The other difference is, infatuation makes you insecure. The distance between us doesnt make me feel insecure about him but it is certainly agonizing.
Anyhow, I was wondering if you watched any of the following and felt anything in your heart:
> The Notebook
> The Phantom of Opera (his self-sacrificing love still brings me tears)
> P.S. I Love You
> If Only
If you did, you may probably understand my love for the other person. You gotta be in love to understand 'love' my dear. If you approach life with your head than with your heart, then it will be a little difficult to understand feelings. I hope that love touches your life soon.
Cheers!!
My comment about the originality of ideas was regarding the blog as a whole not just your account of your unfortunate accident.
In my opinion the quality of writing can improve through practice and constructive criticism. Elementary education is not necessarily a prerequisite for good writing skills.
Why do I need to know 1 or 10 or 15 per cent of you to comment? What is the purpose if your blog? To get praise from the 4-5 friends who read it? For His eyes and glorification? How about mere mortals with basic Internet skills and an opinion...even unpalatable ones ?
Are you seriously asking me to watch Movies to get a perspective on life? Movie making is a highly commercialized business designed to cater to fantasies. Millions are spent to produce and market them...obviously working since like you buy that and now you are 'special' because you are infatuated and I am Cruella DeVil because I am not... Now I can
only be saved if I find 'love' like you???
Regardless of what part of my body I use to think and my tastes in cinema, it's plain common sense that says getting emotionally involved with someone who does not reciprocate and with whom one has not spent time developing a real relationship is stupidity. Ofcourse it's a free world and it's your prerogative to do so and mine to be amused.
I'm glad to know you have other options, I pictured you as a nun
hunched over a laptop waiting for her union with 'The One'
My comment about the originality of ideas was regarding the blog as a whole not just your account of your unfortunate accident.
In my opinion the quality of writing can improve through practice and constructive criticism. Elementary education is not necessarily a prerequisite for good writing skills.
Why do I need to know 1 or 10 or 15 per cent of you to comment? What is the purpose if your blog? To get praise from the 4-5 friends who read it? For His eyes and glorification? How about mere mortals with basic
Internet skills and an opinion...even unpalatable ones ?
Are you seriously asking me to watch Movies to get a perspective on life? Movie making is a highly commercialized business designed to cater to fantasies. Millions are spent to produce and market them...obviously working since people like you buy that and now you are 'special' because you are infatuated and I am Cruella DeVil because I am not... Now I can only be saved if I find 'love' like you???
Regardless of what part of my body I use to think and my tastes in
cinema, it's plain common sense that says getting emotionally involved with someone who does not reciprocate and with whom one has not spent time developing a real relationship is stupidity. Ofcourse it's a free world and it's your prerogative to do so and mine to be amused.
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