Unforgettable Reminiscences

Every person needs a change in his/her life, which is the law of nature, which we can’t deny—just like death. I have never expected that moment would come this way.

“Slow down, the view is vague.” My friend shouted at me, who was my pillion when I was on the way to pushkar. His heart was throbbing like anything. “Just shut up, I am about to touch the top speed and don’t worry this is an 8 km stretch highway, no one is going cross us.” Metal hammering sound, two persons lying on the road, and 10m long, thick black mark on the road—it’s not a line from the bollywood movie but from the book of my life which I don’t want to read again—it was quite enough to proliferate the commotion.“They are alive, they need emergency.” This I heard before unconsciousness dominated my cerebellum.

They took us to the hospital and informed our parents. After an interlude of 28 days I was able to do my mundane chores but still my parents afraid to give me a bike. One day I stood against them that I want my bike back; I could feel the emotions of my parents when they were giving me the keys. Within a month, I gained my confidence which I had lost in that accident. I confronted three accidents in the following year, which were not devastated but still I can see the markings clearly. But all these things never affected my life especially the way I drive, till today.

It was the first day of auspicious navratri. The city was looking like a newly wedded bride. I was like a vagabond that night—wandering here and there aimlessly, suddenly; this thought strikes my mind that if I take the other road I can drive faster. By the time high beam of light averted me, I was about to cross the road. The corona was getting bigger with every second from whom I can judge his speed, I decided to disengage the engine at the very moment and let him pass.

I confronted an apocalypse. That corona which was getting bigger with every second suddenly disappears in an undefined darkness. I must say, He tried hard to maintain the grip on road unfortunately all things gone in vain. He collides with the giant contraption obstructing his way ahead. The sound produced by the friction was quite enough to avert the aura, lacuna turns into a commotion. His leg was suspending laterally, we were not able to see his face. “Is he alive or what? why is he not making any movement?” His blood was sprawling on the road; lower end of the air dam shattered his temple. Grudging sound preceded the commotion. With barley 3 revolution of the wheels we witnessed his whole body lying down with no hope of movement. Three peoples came forward, lift up his body, and placed it over divider. I was standing speechless; his face clutched me for a moment till I was jolted by a person. “Move aside, ambulance is here.” But it was too late, improper blood circulation fails to keep his vital visceral alive. He took his last breath in front of me.

I just want to go somewhere else, far away from this commotion.  I thought just turning the knob to mobilize mode could help me out but I was wrong. Though it was not connected to me directly but somehow it was linked to me. All the way, this thought was roaming in mind; he didn’t make a single sound. Why he died in such a peaceful way? He should have bear some pain—the pain which now his parents, his brother or sister going to bear throughout their life. Oh god! It took 17 years for his father to create a beautiful life around him and he shattered it in 17 seconds. Now I came to know, how can second change a beautiful life into a massacre.

With this question in mind and numbness in eyes, I reached my house. Walking quietly I approached my parents room to share what I confronted. I saw them, how peacefully they were sleeping. And that was the moment which changed me, I promised myself that I will never drive insanely.