And Thus I fell!

Another one of my walk ventures, turning into misadventures...

Yup...I fell!

And I remember Shakespeare uncle’s words here in Julius Caesar:
“What a fall it was my friends!
Then not just he (here you read as-she), but you, I and the country fell”
*Well, I know that’s not an exact quote before you prepare to sue me for being an English teacher and not remembering this...helloooooooo I have better things to do than run after Shakespeare....err...better people too;-)*

Okay...so it was a fine evening!
I was oscillating between the idea of going for my signatory walk or going shopping!
And I chose the former!
Obviously a grave error of judgement!
Who the f@#$ chooses walk over shopping?
I had to pay for my sin against the reputation of women-kind and the dainty, well-manicured, well-shopped-minus-the-credit-cards fairies in the heavens were ready to show their wrath!

The weather was beautiful...frothy, cotton ball like black clouds were stretching on the horizon, Mr. Sun blanketed by them and a cool breeze was blowing transforming my little town of Kanpur into an industrialized version of Nainital!
To add to the awesome mausam was the greenery of the lush green campus of the college I walk in, just dipped clean by droplets of a shower!

So what the heck...I collected my paraphernalia!
My I-pod, my mobile, the head phones, my room key, the umbrella and all of myself...now you can imagine the burden on my not-so-tiny and yet fragile shoulders!

And I began my walk as though my life depended on it...picturing a mini romance waiting for me somewhere down any corner*I had even imagined a blog post after the events to unfold entitled “Woh Barsaat ke Ek Sham”* knowing full well, that there are greater odds of finding a dinosaur egg in that campus than a decent cute enough guy to flirt with!

Within 15 minutes, the drizzle became stronger!
The breeze seemed to be in a teasing mood instead, raising my Anarkali style kurta here and there. I was telling Indra Dev-
“Prabhu, go n woo some other apsara...
I am anyways wearing tights under my kurta!
It’s not like this is a skirt,
So stop being a flirt!”

But probably Indra Dev*is he related to Rahul Dev by any chance?* did not like my refusal to oblige...
He blew harder*it’s just the wind...don’t get excited*
And called upon his bro Megh Dev to assist in his not so decent designs!

It now began pouring n blowing and with me multi tasking in the middle of it all!
One hand holding the umbrella, tugging at my hands to join the gust...with another holding the I-pod and the key and another managing the cell phone!
Okay...error...I remember now I have just two hands...
Well, what the heck! They all assisted in the tasks...mushkil ke ghadi mein apne haath he saath dete hain...no puns intended!

In all this mess came a speeding youngster in his swanky car and whooshed past me with so much force that I had to step down the cemented road, one feet down on the muddy fringes and in between there somewhere, somehow, I slipped and fell!

Not like a thud-thud slip!
Just swish and swoosh slip!
Fell on one knee and before anybody could realize that a woman in their straight line vision suddenly went out of it and would have to lower the eye lids to find me bundled on the ground...I got up and began to saunter as though nothing happened at all!

Home was still 10 minutes away and I walked with my head held high, not even waiting to examine the damage done below till I reached home!

And when I did...
Voila...the tights which were relatively new and cost me bloody 320 bucks were gone from the knee...
It pained like the pain in the arse!
A big red patch, covering my entire knee ball had surfaced there instead and the remains of the cloth stuck to my wounds!
Was that white thing my bone actually?
Must be...there can’t be anything else possibly white, running along with my blood, no matter how pristinely white and pure my thoughts are!

OMG...I am injured...wounded...hurt!
I called my dearly beloved...
Me- Mein gir gaye:-(
My beloved- Oho...baby, is the road alright?

Grrr...I called my best friend...
Me- Mein gir gaye:-(
Best Friend- Tch, awww how did you come home?
Me*excited at the first dint of consolation*- On my own...just imagine!
BF- Oho...you should have called up the crane guys...they would have done it for free...considering you are a lighter burden than what they mostly carry!
Grrrrrrr..............

I put it up on my status on Face book:
“Mein gir gaye!”
My friends:
1. - Kiss par? Ab uske haalat kaise hain?
2. – Abhi recently they had built the campus roads...what a waste!
3. – Go in for a tetanus injection...I’ll pray the needle does not break before getting into your skin!
4. – Hopefully this would not affect your brain and you’d continue to remain....abnormal!
5. – I never thought that could happen...err...you meant physically na...mentally to we all know that’s your perpetual state!
6. –Mein Kaziranga Gaya!
7. – That can’t be the bone...that must be a layer of skin under the hypo...blah! Blah! Blah!
8. - Humpty Dumpty had a great fall!

:-(
Boo hoo...of course there were sweet responses too!
But then...
Mein Gir Gaye! :-(