I believe most of the people in this universe has faced some sort of accident. But there are few who probably did not. So if one never faced an accident, do we call him lucky ? or it's purely based on One's action ? This Weekend-Engagement posting topic is all about accidents with quite a lot of different prompts - possibly many of us would find one to write about. My post is about my first vehicle accident that is memorable forever. And it was not a matter of luck, it happened because of someone else's mistake.
It was in 1991 at my native place, and we had a Bajaj Chetak scooter then - the flagship scooter that ruled the Indian market for more than three decades. I was going to market to bring some groceries. On our way, we have a point, where two roads meet and then it goes to the city. The roads are curvy means, as you approach towards the intersection point, you see who is coming from the other side. I have created this image to visualize the scene.
One need to be really careful while going on this road - even today, there is no traffic there, so it's all your own carefulness and judgement. So here is me driving on the left hand side on that small road before the intersection point. I never do rash driving - always prefer smooth ride even today, obeying all the rules. As I approach towards the intersection point, I see another man coming straight towards me. He was on his left, but as he came closer, he seemed to come my way and my intuition was telling me that, he is going to hit me. I waited till the very last, because he could also save at the last moment, considering both our speed was very low. But just before 4-5 feet, it became judgemental - this man has determined to hit me. The break used to be at the space near the leg, but its damn easy to get out of the scooter if you stop bothering about the break. So just before he hit me, I just ran away leaving the scooter, applying the break one last time. As far as I remember, I probably ran around 100 ft in fear and then stopped and looked back. That man had hit my scooter and lying down. I looked at myself and realized I was all good. Some crowds gathered there, so I slowly walked back towards the accident point. My body was severing and I was not able to speak anything. People lifted him from the ground, his face was full of blood - he lost a tooth and broke one leg, so people lifted him and made him sit at one place. He was not able to speak and indicated to leave him for some time. I was not saying anything but watching. My scooter had severe dents, but I was thinking God for not having any injury. After around 15-20 mins someone asked - what happened ? You two seemed to be on very less speed, how this happened ? By that I was almost normal so I said - I just saw him coming towards me, so seeing no other option, I just left the scooter and ran away :)
And then that man took a pause and answered - I was thinking why the break was not working, even though I was repeatedly applying. I did not know anything after that. But now I realize why it did not work. He had kept a small tool near the leg space and that went under the break. He did not realize that and then rest all was not in anyone's control.
That accident was my first accident and it was so scary for a moment but then I could not stop laughing thinking how I ran away. I remember this forever and thank you 
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