Almost dead

So far I've been really close to dying twice in a month.

First time I was close to dying... I was on the bike on the way home after exercising a little bit... I was very dark...

Most driving in India are druggies....which can be seen from their driving.
It had just been raining…. and the brakes usually don't do a good job in India when it's been raining. It was really dark and the road was like most roads in India (broken....rough and full of holes in the ground)..

Suddenly an "auto" (three wheeler leaving BLACK pollution (most European pollution is kind of grayish whitish...you'll notice it even if you don’t observe carefully…lol) ) appears out of nowhere coming right towards me. It seemed like the Howarts Express in the Harry Potter Movie (yes I've found a decent library after a looong search….where I've started passing some of my time)...

I couldn’t brake…the bike wouldn’t stop when I pressed the brakes....it's coming right towards me….with quite a high speed. Of course I was in a such a shock I couldn't change the direction.

Suddenly I'm right beside it with the bike standing still, and the auto standing still a few meter behind me (it passed by on the side).... Either my instincts changed the direction or the auto-driver had. Or something or someone else did. I can't remember changing direction. If I crashed into the auto.... there would be no way I would survive, since it was really dark and there weren't any streetlights to show a body lying on the ground until someone would notice the body the following day...by which time a few other vehicles would have driving over me.....


Second time was just today as I was wheeling on the bike again in the morning...and the pedal of the bike just broke...I feel down on a street with a lot of traffic.. luckily.. it was morning time and there wasn't much traffic...but if there was...well, yes I'd be dead again. The first thing I thought after falling was: "damn Indians!"...since no-one was bothering to help me up...

On another note I was delighted to see that the person who did offer to help after a while happened to be a sardar. Previous experiences have showed that sardars seem very reluctant to help someone in need of help…which is really sad...since that's why we were made distinct…… so that we can't run away from a situation where someone is in need.

For example when I had an accident in the escalator on Heathrow airport with my heavy baggage falling over me….and my dastar flying of….and my hair going loose...the person in front of me (a sardar and his wife)....just walked away....whereas some Gorey came and helped me up.....

So the fact that a young sardar came and offered to help me made me very happy..

Maybe I've revealed too much about me about my accidences in this post (clumsy)... My mum would never allow me to touch the bike if she found out....

On another note...if someone reading this…knows me personally....as in has met me outside the net....I request you NOT to forward this blog add to my sister or anyone else who knows me personally… cause....well just cause I don't want some stuff on this blog to be read by my family members....

Been writing very quickly so probably have a lot of spelling mistakes...but I’m sure you understand what I’m trying to say.