by Sayed Ahmed

On that eventful day, the 2ND Dec. 2009, I was riding a bike. Here I should tell you on that day I just got up from bed after treating for fever and was feeling a sort of weakness all over. My wife, Asra, before she left for her job, warned me to be at home because she knows about me that I can't keep quite sitting at home doing nothing. Of course sometimes I do write poetry (in Urdu) when I am alone. But that day ???? That's why I said in the beginning “on that eventful day"

It so happened, after my wife left for work I was just browsing for something on the net and I heard a strange sound and finally figured it out that it was my mobile which was ringing. (My son has a habit of changing crazy kind of ring tones every now and then). The caller happened to be my X- worker and he has requested for some money, at that point of time I had no extra money to spare. Hence I asked him to call me in the evening. After some time I gave a thought and decided to go to one of my clients, get some money and help this fellow.

The journey started at 1 pm, the destination was 30 km. away and the sun was merciless. I started my bike, here I tell you that my wife was not aware of this adventure of mine. After about 5 km. I felt a kind of giddiness I stopped for some time, gave myself time for a smoke and started again. After that I remember covering some distance and then?????

When I became half conscious I could feebly hear some voices - "Poor guy I don't think he will survive - Somebody get some water - Has some one called the Ambulance ? - Don’t wait for Ambulance he is bleeding". Again I went back in to darkness and after sometime I woke up to find out that I was being handled ruthlessly by the ambulance staff. The police men were asking me to give some contact phone number, this is where I hated the evolution of the mobile phones, because we keep every contact in the memory and at times of desperation we don’t remember even the numbers of our dear ones. I asked for my mobile and to my painful surprise they said they did not find any mobile at the accident spot. Then I gave them the details of place where my wife works.

By the sound of siren I realized that I am being shifted to the Hospital. I requested the ambulance staff to shift me to my family doctor Dr. Sudhan's COSH hospital, Tambaram , which they refused and asked me to shut my mouth (I am not repeating the same words which they pronounced as it wouldn’t be decent I guess!) and told me that they know where to take me. Finally they took me to KMC, there I felt the doctors were a bit reluctant to attend for the reasons better known to them. In un bearable pain, I requested them to shift me to COSH, they took this statement of mine to their advantage and pushed the stretcher out in to the corridor and simply ignored me. I was feeling drowsy and darkness started creeping in my eyes for a movement I thought that’s the end of it and within myself I started reciting some verses of Quran. Suddenly I felt a hand touching me; with great effort I pierced through the darkness to see the most woderfull creation of God – "ASRA".
Next day when I opened my eyes I saw my favorite doctor, Dr. Sudhan who is ever smiling and jovial , told me that he had to do some carpentry and plumbing work on my right Knee joint and femur. Some rods, plates and few screws were fixed I suppose – Jokes apart it seems I underwent a major surgery which took 7 long hours with the risk of 40:60 three surgeons two anesthetists operated and 6 units of blood was given to me .

Then they shifted me to my room from ICU where I found lots of fruits, biscuits, flowers and among them I saw Asra with an ear to ear smile. -Sayed.

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