Ok, well the first thought is that I don't remember what happened on Sunday evening. It is a total blank, probably because I was listening to music and looking down to change a song, when I heard a loud screeching of brakes and the sound of glass shattering. I remember my head banging against the front seat really hard, the car jerking a few times, my specs and my bags falling off the seat, and then complete silence. All this must not have taken more than two seconds. I realised I couldn't move for a few seconds and my neck felt stiff. The slight of blood on your hands is not a pretty sight, no matter how many dissection classes you may have attended in school. Thankfully, I had a small mirror in my purse which I took out to see my face (It's
the only time I have used it really!!!). That's when it struck me that I was hurt.
I don't want to get into the details of whose fault is was -- my driver and the occupants in the car in front were all ok. I seem to have borne the brunt of the impact the most. I think their seat belts saved them.
It's true that you always have a list of things to do when in a crisis, and just when the crisis takes place, it seems to mysteriously vanish from your brain. I sat there in the car while the driver was arranging another vehicle. for me. I was in shock but trying very hard not to get unnerved at what had happened as a small crowd gathered around me. They did try and inquire about me from the driver. A policeman came too, asked if I needed medicine and I remember saying no. All I wanted was to go home and see my mom. As if on intuition, she called right at that minute to ask why I had got late. I tried to tell her I was stuck but Moms are Moms, they know everything, and had to tell her it was an accident and that I was fine and would be home soon.
Sunday evening, hardly any traffic on the roads, driving on the left side and a sudden nasty crash - it again makes me think of how so many things are beyond our control. I was discussing the topic of God and illusion with a friend earlier this week and it came back to me. You
can't explain why things happen but I'm certainly humbled by the experience. And I do believe that God saved me from much worse.
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Hi Upasana,
ReplyDeleteHope you are doing great now. All wounds take there own sweet time to heal.
Just a different scenario- Tens of thousands educated young boys and girls lining on the street outside a building for a job, yet only one person gets a job. That one person never asks the question: WHY ONLY ME?
Is it not odd... an irony of sort. We all often take simple yet important things for granted. We often forget to feel happy for the cool breeze that touches our cheeks when we go to work. Maybe in our mechanized race of life we have lost the art of enjoying our own self.
Maybe without failures, sadness, dejection, etc there would be no meaning to success, joy, elation, etc. Maybe each and every negative makes the positive more positive.
I don't know much. But I can state with much confidence one simple fact, Duality never leaves us alone. It is hiding near every corner of our life?
Besides,
Regards,
Your Pal.
I hear you! I had a similar experience two years ago in Bangalore. Incidents like this make you enjoy and respect life even more!
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