Answer me, God!

One incident took away almost everything from my world. Aayush, my younger son was only 4 months old then; I could have never heard the word “mamma” from him  neither would I knew how well my elder son, Aryan could sing or how handsome he looks in his all white cricketing attire. It all happened little more than a year back but it is still so vivid in my mind as if it happened just a week before. I am writing this on the eve of my birthday, thanks to the saviour for he gave me an opportunity to celebrate my birthday this year with my family.

We met with a  road accident when we were coming back from Pondicherry to Chennai after spending a superb holiday. Our red car, as Aryan recalls, “Papa’s red car fell and broke into pieces so papa bought a big black car.” Our car was rammed by a xylo from behind and the world became darkness to me.

When I was back to my senses, a month had passed and I was still in the hospital with a severe head injury. The worst thing that happened during this accident was that I suffered from retrograde amnesia and lost my last one-year memory. Due to that, I even forgot my younger son, since he was only 4 months then. Still, I keep on urging everyone individually, not to disclose this to him when he grows up. He will be very hurt when he will know his mother did not remember him. Many more things happened in that one-month period when I was in the hospital, but I was simply clueless.

Finally, one day I was released from the hospital, still on a prescription to continue my high dose medicines for an indefinite time. One day I was just lying in my bed, and found my aunt’s digital camera. She came down from Kolkata during those wretched days to help us. I took the camera and started browsing the pics in it. I saw the first pic, and then the second and then as I pressed the next button, the third pic came up. I stared at the picture blankly. It was Aayush’s pic, with one of his leg wrapped with a white plaster. I immediately ran to my hubby to enquire further. He didn’t hide a bit and told me Aayush fractured his leg during the accident. If that was not all, the fracture got detected after a couple of days when the leg started to swell. Poor Aayush underwent a massive pain for those two days.  In addition, my elder son, Aryan who was only 3 and half years then, broke his left collarbone and was in trauma since he was the only one who saw the whole thing. I became numb and only my tears, which do not follow any rules, continued to roll down my cheek. He also said that every night both the kids kept on crying. The younger one tried to pronounce “mamma” and kept on crying and the elder one, kept on asking everyone when his mother will come back to him.

For better care, my hubby sent me to my mothers place to Kolkata after a few days post my return from the hospital. During that stay, I would ask my mother about all that happened when I was not in my senses. She would always start her narration with Anirban, my hubby, how he took care of me. He was badly injured too in the accident, 21 stitches in his head and with a broken shoulder, still he spent all the nights in the hospital sitting next to me. His routine was somewhat like this; he joined his office few days after the accident – he would go to his office in the morning, return by 5 pm, then feed and make Aryan sleep (He was not allowing anyone to feed him and making him sleep).  After Aryan slept, hubby would have his dinner and go to the hospital with my dinner. He would feed me and then used to sit the whole night awake next to my bed and the next day morning again the routine continued…. I always love my hubby a lot but after hearing all this from my mother, that love increased manifolds and the respect I had for him increased too. He too was badly injured and required proper rest after the accident, but due to his commitments then he did not get any rest and now he is suffering from the side effects. 6 months after the accident, he started getting tremendous back pain, for which he still have sleepless nights. After a check up from the doctor, we came to know during the accident, he badly hurt his back, if he would have taken proper rest then after the accident, now he would not suffer from the side affects. I am very lucky to have him as my best half; he showed me what life is and where happiness lies.

I had no clue what my parents went through as i am their only daughter. Few months back when I was visiting  my aunt, the topic reappeared. She disclosed that my mother kept fasting because I could not eat properly when I was in the hospital. She used to tell, “I will leave my fasting only when my daughter starts eating normal diet.” ‘Hat’s off to you maa, you have shown me what mothers are for and thanks baba for your support.I know you too went through a lot of pain !”

A year flew by but the stigma of the incidence is still crystal-clear in my mind. Very frequently, I get the memories flushing my mind and I always ask with moist eyes – ‘why it was me and my family, who had to experience such a horrible fate.’ This is the only question that I have for Him, the power known as God!

Honda wins the battle over Mercedez


When  it  comes  to  talk  about  4 wheeler,   Mercedez benz   is  always  a   favourite choice   for  most  of  the  people  in growing  world,but  when  it  comes  to  comparison where it  stands? The  car  is right at  the    bottom -yes, dead last  for  the  fuel  efficiency with  6.94 Kmpl  in  India(mercedez benz E class).

As  per  a  survey  meter  we  come  to  know  that  20  Mercedez  benz  owner  rated  the  E-class  for  poor  practicality  while  it  has  been  rated  2nd for  comfort,3rd for  performance, 4th for  reliability, 3rd for  overall.

So  who  is  the  catcher? To  me  Accord  is  the  winner  over  Mercedez E class. It  tops  the  chart  in reliability, it  is  ranked  third  for  handling  , comfort, and  second   for  performance, ride, steering  and  practicality .The  problem  with  Honda  Accord  is  arguably  the  electrical  and  bodywork, though clutch  and  breaks  are  cool. So in  my  opinion  Honda  is  the  king  of  the  road  in  India.

Freak Accident

cartoon carA vehicle is not a mere machine. Attaching some finer values to it, it becomes a symbol of our physical security and of course journey. I for one, see my car as my buddy. There is such an amount of trust that pulses mutually when I hold the steering and hit the pedal. Well, the trust has been seldom ruptured, even when I went driving to my hometown barely knowing what driving was. Now its been more than 5 yrs and now my car gels in to my body gracefully to become my extension, one body.

Freak accidents happen once in a while, but none harmful or even remotely so. When I started driving most often saw me in awkward angles with the car. Sometimes, my cousin had to step in to get the vehicle out scratch less or even call out people to slightly lift the vehicle to keep it in a more manageable angle. But no matter how many scowls I have received, I love my car and that has always been given back in the form of safe journeys. I’m not a reckless driver, I cherish my car when I drive.

So today morning when I heard that ugly screeching sound behind my vehicle, I went numb instantly. Confused and afraid, I just couldn’t bear to look behind. I still don’t know,where that wall came from. A moment ago, I’m sure it was not there. And the people who were helping me with reversing the vehicle, stopped at that apt moment to chitchat. Well,to put it bluntly I drove my dear vehicle into a wall outside my relatives’ house. The wall, itself had a peculiar shape. It was straight with a rather bulky bulge on the curve. Now this bulge goes unnoticed by most of the drivers who has ever tried to back their car there. I joined their long line this morning. But no matter how many hits, the bulge remains scratch less as if smiling viciously daring more. I even wonder what they had in it, just concrete or perhaps iron bars!

It was a freak point actually.The people around has been complaining to chop off the concrete a bit so that vehicles can back off safely. Now the residents know and for a new comer like me, the knowledge about the bulging curve came with a hit, a costly price to pay.