Not riding but diving …
I have written some posts about my friends in Kolhapur, laughing at their expense. Now let me write about myself. It must have been 2nd year or the third, I am not sure which. Like every college day, I was proceeding towards the college all alone, on my cycle. Just like a horse rider rides his horse in all his elegance, I rode the cycle, my hair flying in the wind. And then suddenly, it happened. One moment I was riding high speed on the cycle and the next moment, the cycle had suddenly come to a dead stop, the inertia launching my body through the air, the cycle falling below me to the wayside, and I felt everything happening in slow motion next. I felt myself flying through the air, I was approaching the ground, my hands trying to prevent the fall. But it was all in vain, the momentum was so high, I was sure I would certainly bang my head. In a split second, to prevent my nose or eyes getting injured, I raised my head, my chin hitting the road with a great force. Suddenly a few people passing by had come running towards me, picking me up, drops of blood dripping from my chin. Someone shouted, “bring some turmeric!”. Someone else managed to, and it was applied to my chin. As an afterthought, maybe that action had prevented infection in the wound. Anyway, I was escorted to the colony retired doctor, and first thing I asked, “will there be stitches? I don't want any.” And the kind aged lady doctor was kind enough not to suggest any stitches but prescribed lot of antibiotics. By this time most of my friends had joined, and as friends always do, started pulling my leg, even in that state. Later I found the reason for this accident. The front wheel bumper had got unscrewed , the mudguard had dislodged from its place, and had acted as a sudden break by entangling itself in the front wheel.
Let me tell you, the injury actually had deserved stitches for faster recovery, but since no stitches were put, the recovery took a long time requiring change in the dressing every day. And as I was still taking the antibiotics , I had lost my taste, my intake of food went down, and my stomach was always upset. I lost weight like anything, maybe I must have lost at least 10-12 kg. My aunt, my cousin brother, my vahini, who were my local caretakers, were highly worried and my parents were called immediately. They arrived from Mumbai the next day. I was taken to another doctor, and under the care of that doctor and the loving attention of my aunt and parents, I was on the path to recovery.
To this day, my friends enjoy pulling my leg on this incident and I still carry the scar under my chin, now hidden by the French beard.
Yatindra Tawde
I have written some posts about my friends in Kolhapur, laughing at their expense. Now let me write about myself. It must have been 2nd year or the third, I am not sure which. Like every college day, I was proceeding towards the college all alone, on my cycle. Just like a horse rider rides his horse in all his elegance, I rode the cycle, my hair flying in the wind. And then suddenly, it happened. One moment I was riding high speed on the cycle and the next moment, the cycle had suddenly come to a dead stop, the inertia launching my body through the air, the cycle falling below me to the wayside, and I felt everything happening in slow motion next. I felt myself flying through the air, I was approaching the ground, my hands trying to prevent the fall. But it was all in vain, the momentum was so high, I was sure I would certainly bang my head. In a split second, to prevent my nose or eyes getting injured, I raised my head, my chin hitting the road with a great force. Suddenly a few people passing by had come running towards me, picking me up, drops of blood dripping from my chin. Someone shouted, “bring some turmeric!”. Someone else managed to, and it was applied to my chin. As an afterthought, maybe that action had prevented infection in the wound. Anyway, I was escorted to the colony retired doctor, and first thing I asked, “will there be stitches? I don't want any.” And the kind aged lady doctor was kind enough not to suggest any stitches but prescribed lot of antibiotics. By this time most of my friends had joined, and as friends always do, started pulling my leg, even in that state. Later I found the reason for this accident. The front wheel bumper had got unscrewed , the mudguard had dislodged from its place, and had acted as a sudden break by entangling itself in the front wheel.
Let me tell you, the injury actually had deserved stitches for faster recovery, but since no stitches were put, the recovery took a long time requiring change in the dressing every day. And as I was still taking the antibiotics , I had lost my taste, my intake of food went down, and my stomach was always upset. I lost weight like anything, maybe I must have lost at least 10-12 kg. My aunt, my cousin brother, my vahini, who were my local caretakers, were highly worried and my parents were called immediately. They arrived from Mumbai the next day. I was taken to another doctor, and under the care of that doctor and the loving attention of my aunt and parents, I was on the path to recovery.
To this day, my friends enjoy pulling my leg on this incident and I still carry the scar under my chin, now hidden by the French beard.
Yatindra Tawde
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