Two weeks ago.. After finishing my work, I was riding on my bike back to home. Due to bad light on the highway I inadvertently rode into a pothole that was deep enough for my bike tyres not to cross it, resulting which I flew in the air leaving my bike behind and skid over the rough surface of (so called) road. The bike followed me from the back wanting to kiss my ass. While in air, I felt as if I was in slow motion though the speed with which I was riding was 70 kmph and there was a sudden thud on the ground.
final speed = (acceleration * time taken) + initial speed
= (9.8 m/s^2 * 3s(approx.) + 70,000 m/3600s
= 29.4+19.4
=48.8 m/s
= 48.8 * 3600/hr
=175680 m/hr or
= 175.7 Km/hr
That is a whopping speed at which I fell on ground ( Thanks to Sports science on Zee-cafe for the analysis). Now imagine, what could have happened to my body at this break-neck speed. Luckily, I was wearing helmet, so no head injuries. While in air I had positioned my body in such a way that before I landed my left body would touch the ground first. Hence, I scratched whole part of my back hand(left) and there were few scars on different parts of my body, but nothing serious.
I stood up on the desolate highway with cold breeze soothing my burning wound. First thing, came to my mind, "Bike in bad condition, Rs. 10,000 minus from my bank balance". Suddenly there appeared another biker who missed having the same plight as mine, he parked his bike seeing me and helped in handling the bike and gave few suggestions. I was enjoying the burning sensation of the wound after a very long time and did not care about the first aid. I am grateful to that person for patronizing.
I took position to ride the bike again. Many things were running through my mind while riding, I felt my RM's anathema coming true on me. But more than anything I felt wanting to be cared at that moment and 'The Face' popped up repeatedly in my mind. I kept pressing ALT+F4 in my mind but it was as if I opened a malice site and thousands of other related sites popping up.
I reached home with blood dripping from my arm, I rummage through everything to find the health insurance card to go to the nearest hospital. Suddenly, I cancelled the thought of going to hospital imagining what if I were on a lost island with similar plight. I thought of enacting Jack of the LOST series or Tom hanks in Cast Away(me so filmy :)). I called up my close friend who is a doc and asked for the tips. As per his suggestions I washed the wound in the running water which was very painful, I had my balls in my mouth. Luckily, I had dressing material which I had bought for my fractured finger. Oh ya..I forgot to mention the fracture had happened to the same hand few weeks ago and it had swollen with all its fury. Well, after dressing up the wound I was feeling a little weak, somewhat malaise and a lot drowsy. I made my mind feel ostensibly peaceful before retiring to bed yet closing the pop ups in my mind using ALT+F4.
