Fast and Furious

I had a good day at the office and I was about to leave at 6(I know that you people will be grudging at me), and all of a sudden I had a call scheduled with my onsite co-ordinator at 7.00 PM. With all regrets, I kept my bag aside and waited for the call. It lasted just 20 minutes and I was free. I started of from the office at 7.30 PM. Usually it takes around half-an-hour to reach my home. Let me tell you, the route I take to my home isn’t traffic-prone and you can enjoy your ride. I had traveled half the way and I took my speed levels above 60 in Pulsar(pretty normal speed). The road was bumpy, but still I managed to hold on to my speed.

All of a sudden, my bike’s light fell on a cycle carrying an old man. He crossed the road from the opposite side and my engine was bursting in full throttle. I was about to crash in the middle of his vehicle, but I twisted my bike, made use of the disk and tried the maximum to avoid a clash. The next second, my bike hit the front wheel of his vehicle. Imagine a clash between a pulsar and a cycle. It doesn’t sound good and didn’t feel good thou. The aftermath of the accident was much more on him. He was thrown to the other end of the road. Pulsar has the advantage of having one of the best disk brakes in the industry. When I applied them, they turned against me. Sand was sprayed all over the road and my disc braking backfired. After the clash, I skidded through falling to my right. This was my first major accident. I was aware of it soon, and I hand started shivering. I started shouting on the victim directly.

I personally don’t like in having street fights, but I was so furious that day, I felt the need to be involved in an argument. The cycle rim was so badly hurt that its shape resembled the number 8. I was happy to see that the person was pretty lightly hurt. He started demanding money from me for the accident. I was waiting for this moment for a pretty long time. It pretty dull working in office. Everyone here tries to be the nice guy. No arguments, no fights, I missed all those badly. At last, I had a chance and I grabbed it with both hands. We had a fight in the road for at least one hour. I was in the act convincing him totally. I showed the direction from were I came, and asked him how far he can see a vehicle. He said 2 KM. The fish fell into the trap. I started asking him, why he didn’t spot my vehicle. I even asked him “Where is the dynamo in your cycle, If there is no light, how can I spot your vehicle”. He was a mild person, and after sometime realizing his mistake, he started asking me some money to repair his front wheel and also said that he is poor. He was an FSG staff, probably a clerk. I said that I will share half the burden. We took the damaged vehicle to a shop nearby and found out that it will cost him 200 Rs. I opened my purse to give my share of 100. Unsurprisingly, I had only 60 in my wallet. I gave him my number and promised him that I will give him the rest of the amount, and I did so. I am carrying few bruises even now. What I learned was that even 60KMPH is dangerous.