Escaping Death after a crash @ 110 kmph!
May 8th might be taken as the single misplaced cue out of Gregory XIII's immutable effort in carving the CALENDAR that we all follow!
Flying like a sparrow, I darted past the traffic that was bursting at its seems....Thiruvanmiyur held hands with the TECHNOLOGY TENT called TIDAL PARK and was stretching along the OMR road............The clock ticked more silently that than the LOUD WHISPERS of the wind that flowed along the lines of the Cap that I was wearing......
Helmet? I have two of em but an avid biker always prefers HEAVEN and not hell while on the move.So I thought that it would be a better idea to shelve the Helmet coz it had HEL in it (u need brains to think so, until you barter it with devil's wisdom and am in no mood to enter into an enterprise with him!)
Video games! Yea I like playing them often! LIVE..................not in front of the monitors with the joystick operation.For me whipping my horse through stranded traffic and choked bylanes were the hobbies of the hour, since time was ever born! (now.................PRIDE GOETH BEFORE THE FALL)
That Speedo needle showed 100 KMPH on the dials of the BLUE COlor HONDA Unicorn and there was the RED CARPET WELCOME (black color summer shower-drenched Old Mahabalipuram Road) urging me to touch that 120 KmPh speeds that I do between Trichy and Bangalore!
But boy,the vehicles were pulling at 70-80km speed and my effortless cruise weaved me through them all UNTIL, I had to point the handlebar to my left to get my bike past TATA Indica that denied me space to squeeze through. The road was slippery and as a matter of caution I maintained a "SAFE" 110kmph than the adrenaline-ordered 120kmph speed.
Wham...........my cap was still secure and that ADIDAS bag covering my back covered me every alternate roll on the road and through the riding goggles I saw my bike scraping past that mildly drenched road and it produced sparks...................sparks that I used to see when that household knife was pressed against the revolving grindstone for sharpening!
Dragged for one tenth of a kilometer and I rise up like a Phoenix.............back from ashes.......loose skin dangling from my right hand.My trousers shed some skin and my perfect formal setting metamorphoses into a symbolic illustration for a RICHES TO RAGS STORY!
My UNICORN, my faithful pal......have I hurt you dear...I cry for my bike that I love so dearly, coz of its TOUGH TO CRACK qualities that lasted beyond the 9 accidents in 2 years and 3 days. This was its 10th accident.
At the hospital, I laugh and tell the nurses that I can take them for a ride at 100kmph to show them how to escape without broken bones.The skin was severed from my palm coz it failed to be a skin anymore than the pulp out of the sugarcane juice machine!
The next morning I was seen riding my friend's bike, covering 80 km distance without skin cover over the most important joints.
I called my friend and was heard talking thus................"PULSAR takes a very long time to touch 100KMPH;Only after I crossed the Tidel Park it touched the 100kmph mark despite going full throttle.Let my UNI come back from its HOSPITAL!"
