This is something that happened to me quite some time ago while I was still in Chennai. I immediately put it down on paper but being the lazy couch-potato that I am, I completely forgot abt it. So without further delay we present, just another evening:
It was a typical Saturday evening; and like most other Saturday evenings, I was looking forward to doing what most of us do best on weekends – have fun.
A person I knew was getting married and we were supposed to attend his wedding reception at around 7pm. I had just finished Magrib and left my house to the bus stop hoping to catch an early bus to where the reception was. Now it so happens that I’m not exactly thrilled about traveling in buses but then, being in Chennai means a bit of a sacrifice sometimes (not to mention forbidden costs for traveling the same distance by autorickshaw! :-)
Anyway, while on the bus I conveniently forgot about my stop and remembered it just when the bus nearly started. Now again, being the true blooded Chennai-ite that I was, I decided to get down anyway. I hardly put my first foot down when I lost my balance and all 140 pounds of me came crashing down on the asphalt. Knee first and then on knuckles. I got up as fast as I fell (boy it’s so embarrassing falling off a bus) and brushed away the dirt as if nothing happened and that’s when I noticed a 2inch hole cut into my terribly expensive new trousers. Needless to say, I made the reception and had a good time, except for the part when everyone asks you about the scratches in your hands and the cut in your trousers.
Later that night, thinking about the whole incident, it occurred to me strange. To be quite blunt, I could’ve quite easily died that evening – all that was needed was for me to fall head-first, or a car to run over me, or get caught in the wheels.. it gives me shivers just thinking about it. And all I ended up was, with a pair of ruined trousers. Actually that evening after Magrib before leaving the house, I asked dua to get there safely and get back safely and in the small corner of my twisted mind I actually wondered if anything could go wrong.
Guess I got my answer. Life can change in an instant for any of us, and when it does, we better be prepared for it. Because unlike my bus, this is a one-way trip…
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5 comments:
Thinking back, I can't even count on my hands how many times I've been saved.
The closest two incidents I can remember were a head on car collision which totaled both cars. No body was hurt Alhamdullillah.
And there was one winter 4 years ago, I fell on ice hitting the back of my head and only came to my senses in hospital. I also suffered from hypothermia and couldn't bend my fingers straight for weeks.
Alhamdullillah things always turn out for the better.
I guess the list can go on...
Unfortunately, I guess we don't think all that much most of the time...
Keep at it buddy! This one's going on my blogroll too! :)
@firas
thanks dude! I could use a bit of a reach
my pleasure AR :)...i always love reading your stuff.
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