|Ganesha: The Lord of good things|
I was a nine year old or a ten year old, I don't exactly remember. After much harrowing and convincing, I was given a bicycle at home. It was the first step towards adulthood. It was a Hero Ranger LE that had the mountain tyres (tires) with a black surface coating. It was one of the coolest bikes of its time. I still don't know what the LE stands for, but even those extra two letters did sound pretty cool. During the first week, my friend turned foe challenged me for a race, which was pretty common if you are in possession of a new bike. I was only too glad to accept. Halfway through the race, in order to take the lead, I took acute turns and deviations, I went and rammed into a tree that was living in peace on the sidewalk. I had a lot of bruises, and at that time, I was more concerned about whether my bike had suffered any scratches or whether any paint had withered off. My knees were hurting, and the elbows had some weird shapes of clot. I was more concerned about the fact that a "matter of such significance" should not be reported at home lest I lose my freedom to bike around in style.
|Interiors of my Honda civic|
|Exterior of my Honda Civic|
The cycle accident many many years ago had plenty more to show on my body. Now, there was not even a scratch or a bruise. A highway incident without any injuries had to be something miraculous. The car was in a bad shape. That was the last thing I was worried about. I just hoped all of us had come away unscathed without any major injuries. Everything else faded into insignificance.
|What else could have broken!|
|A close shave|
|I was definitely not smiling the previous evening|
|Air bags worked at the right time|