To begin with, I am very glad to be back with writing after almost losing an edge of this interest due to a couple of reasons. And, before I begin describing for you what the Title stands for this time, I want to be thankful for a life enough I have to be able to pen down what I experienced yesterday morning.
Hi my people! ♥
The ones who’re reading must know that very limited people have an access to this blog because-
1)
I matter to you, maybe
2) You matter to me, for sure
2) You matter to me, for sure
Listen!
I am sharing with you my trouble. Like every other time, I
was on my way home in a Volvo that takes its passengers from Delhi to Haldwani.
I, not in my wildest of dreams, had thought of how my life would change in a
flick. You know, there’s always a halt of such buses in between where the
driver, bus conductor and other staff sits down for dinner (or a meal between
the distance of the two places). Until 2 o clock, everything seemed fine and
dozy. I stepped out at the halt and entered the Bikanerwala to collect some
sweets for home, like I do every time. I didn’t know my life was going to take
a turn in an hour of time. I came inside, adjusted my seat to sleep and removed
my shoes. It was around 3 o clock while I was in my deep sleep with other
co-passengers as well, I am sure, when there bombed a sound of BOOM that made every passenger’s
life become a living nightmare.
In the very next moment, I saw something dripping out of my
mouth on my pants and in a flow. Yes, that was blood and my upper lip was slit
into two. I was now awake but it took me a moment to realize what had happened.
With that flow of dripping blood, I looked left to my side towards the aisle
and saw the deathliest seen I won’t ever forget. I saw people with their head
split into two, chins punctured and cheek flesh out, with only blood dripping
like water and most of them lying unconscious. By this time, I was sure of what
exactly had taken place. I checked my legs and hands if they’re working and
whether or not I can stand on my seat to get out. I was the only lucky one.
The person next to me looked dead and I am totally unsure if he made it or not, yet. I tried talking to him and there were no replies. That scared me even more. The bus was now a thick gaseous chamber which was making it even harder for me to breathe. Let me remind you again, it was a Volvo which doesn’t have the sliding window panes but fixed glasses around. I somehow managed to jump over the unconscious old man to the aisle where some of the bodies were lying. The moment I took a step further, some pieces of raw glass found a way inside my barefoot, making me realize I wasn’t wearing shoes. I, without losing any further moment, dialed 100 in my exceeding pain seeking for help. I was in tears but not crying, yet. I, then, went back to my seat looking for my shoes. Luckily, I found them between a broken seat and the man lying fainted in front of me.
By now, the ones who were conscious enough started crying for help. They were so loud that it was only helping other victims afflict even more. A few called 100 too. But, the gas inside started to choke everyone’s breath including mine. After wearing my shoes, I started to move ahead when I saw a girl with a dislocated arm crying from her seat. A man next to her had his nose bleeding and lying unconscious. I had never seen something like this except for Bolly-Holly-Wood. Now, my urge to help these people got even stronger. I am very light weighing man. I don’t know what in the world saved me from the broken ribs and legs unlike other passengers. I called the 100 again, asking for Ambulance more than the Police at that moment. They promised me an ambulance in no time, which yes, did not come in time, the irony. The Police joined the scene in 9 minutes while the ambulance came in 35 minutes (By when, the need was already taken well-enough care of).
This was all still bearable to my eyes, until I reached the front section with my bleeding mouth. The driver was cut into half and had his upper and lower body separated by the plate of functions on the driver’s seat. I couldn’t see it for more than a second. When I looked to the left, the bus conductor had lost his life too as his head was crushed between the Volvo and the truck leaving no space for his body to rest. I was totally shattered after looking at all that.
The person next to me looked dead and I am totally unsure if he made it or not, yet. I tried talking to him and there were no replies. That scared me even more. The bus was now a thick gaseous chamber which was making it even harder for me to breathe. Let me remind you again, it was a Volvo which doesn’t have the sliding window panes but fixed glasses around. I somehow managed to jump over the unconscious old man to the aisle where some of the bodies were lying. The moment I took a step further, some pieces of raw glass found a way inside my barefoot, making me realize I wasn’t wearing shoes. I, without losing any further moment, dialed 100 in my exceeding pain seeking for help. I was in tears but not crying, yet. I, then, went back to my seat looking for my shoes. Luckily, I found them between a broken seat and the man lying fainted in front of me.
By now, the ones who were conscious enough started crying for help. They were so loud that it was only helping other victims afflict even more. A few called 100 too. But, the gas inside started to choke everyone’s breath including mine. After wearing my shoes, I started to move ahead when I saw a girl with a dislocated arm crying from her seat. A man next to her had his nose bleeding and lying unconscious. I had never seen something like this except for Bolly-Holly-Wood. Now, my urge to help these people got even stronger. I am very light weighing man. I don’t know what in the world saved me from the broken ribs and legs unlike other passengers. I called the 100 again, asking for Ambulance more than the Police at that moment. They promised me an ambulance in no time, which yes, did not come in time, the irony. The Police joined the scene in 9 minutes while the ambulance came in 35 minutes (By when, the need was already taken well-enough care of).
This was all still bearable to my eyes, until I reached the front section with my bleeding mouth. The driver was cut into half and had his upper and lower body separated by the plate of functions on the driver’s seat. I couldn’t see it for more than a second. When I looked to the left, the bus conductor had lost his life too as his head was crushed between the Volvo and the truck leaving no space for his body to rest. I was totally shattered after looking at all that.
I stepped back and tried returning to my seat when one of
the crying ladies asked me- “Hum bach to jayenge na?
Aap please mere papa ko bula do please! Mere pet mein bahut dard ho raha hai or
mera leg bhi nahi hil raha hai.”
(Will we be saved by anyone? Please call my Dad. My abdomen is in pain and I can’t feel my legs anymore.)
I consoled her saying- “Sab theek ho jayega! Aap please chinta mat kariye! Police aati hi hogi. Maine Ambulance ko bhi bula diya hai. Bas thodi si himmat rakhiye aap.”
(Will we be saved by anyone? Please call my Dad. My abdomen is in pain and I can’t feel my legs anymore.)
I consoled her saying- “Sab theek ho jayega! Aap please chinta mat kariye! Police aati hi hogi. Maine Ambulance ko bhi bula diya hai. Bas thodi si himmat rakhiye aap.”
(Everything will be fine! Don’t worry. The police will be
here any minute. I have called the ambulance as well. Please be strong.)
I had just finished talking to her when the other
co-passenger to her right asked- Is the
driver dead? What about the other man?
I said- They both are dead. Please be strong.
He started to cry as he couldn’t stop his tears. I think, out of 42-45 people, there were only 7-9 conscious people left now. The rest were on their seat either lying unconscious or conscious but couldn’t move or speak a word.
9 minutes had passed. I heard the police siren. It was a relief but by now, I started to lose my breath inside that gaseous chamber. The police’s Red-Blue light could be seen from the very faded window glass panes. I am sure, in fact, they panicked looking at the gaseous chamber the bus had converted into. They tried their best with the thick wooden sticks to beat the hell out of that glass pane in order to crack it. It took 5 of them around 2-3 minutes to shatter the front glass completely.
Now that the front pane was broken, the police wanted us to slide through the
same one by one, but there was a problem. There was a body, although dead,
lying on the foot of that window pane through which we had to slide out. The
police couldn’t see the body, but we did. There was no choice. The first guy
put a wooden board onto that dead body and stepped over it puncturing it totally
making way for others. I was the 5th one to come out but I felt
really bad while steppin
g on to that wooden cardboard below which the dead body was resting.
It took around 30 minutes to get the bodies out, all of them. We were all taken to the District Hospital, Moradabad (12 kms away from the site) and given First Aid. I made it. Yes, I survived. But, at the cost of what? The cost of understanding the value of my life even more. The slit lip and the bruises on my leg seemed to be the price of the reminder that LIFE could be very short. Make the most of each second, minute or hour. Tell people you love them if you really do. Don’t ever wait for a special day to come. It never gets more special than telling your loved ones how much you love them on an ordinary day.
I am at home, with 7 stitches on my upper lip and almost 20-21 bruises on my both the legs in total. But, I am doing fine. I am blessed enough to be sharing my biggest nightmare of what could’ve been an addition to number of deaths in the newspaper.
And to the ones who dropped me Get Well Soon messages in no time, it’s great to know people like you who can make me feel loved. Some of yours’ flowers are doing the magic. Thank you for all the support. I will be up and about in no time with my speedy recovery. Also, enough of sad pictures. So, this is the picture I want to leave you up with.
Love! ♥
I said- They both are dead. Please be strong.
He started to cry as he couldn’t stop his tears. I think, out of 42-45 people, there were only 7-9 conscious people left now. The rest were on their seat either lying unconscious or conscious but couldn’t move or speak a word.
9 minutes had passed. I heard the police siren. It was a relief but by now, I started to lose my breath inside that gaseous chamber. The police’s Red-Blue light could be seen from the very faded window glass panes. I am sure, in fact, they panicked looking at the gaseous chamber the bus had converted into. They tried their best with the thick wooden sticks to beat the hell out of that glass pane in order to crack it. It took 5 of them around 2-3 minutes to shatter the front glass completely.
Now that the front pane was broken, the police wanted us to slide through the
same one by one, but there was a problem. There was a body, although dead,
lying on the foot of that window pane through which we had to slide out. The
police couldn’t see the body, but we did. There was no choice. The first guy
put a wooden board onto that dead body and stepped over it puncturing it totally
making way for others. I was the 5th one to come out but I felt
really bad while stepping on to that wooden cardboard below which the dead body was resting.
It took around 30 minutes to get the bodies out, all of them. We were all taken to the District Hospital, Moradabad (12 kms away from the site) and given First Aid. I made it. Yes, I survived. But, at the cost of what? The cost of understanding the value of my life even more. The slit lip and the bruises on my leg seemed to be the price of the reminder that LIFE could be very short. Make the most of each second, minute or hour. Tell people you love them if you really do. Don’t ever wait for a special day to come. It never gets more special than telling your loved ones how much you love them on an ordinary day.
I am at home, with 7 stitches on my upper lip and almost 20-21 bruises on my both the legs in total. But, I am doing fine. I am blessed enough to be sharing my biggest nightmare of what could’ve been an addition to number of deaths in the newspaper.
And to the ones who dropped me Get Well Soon messages in no time, it’s great to know people like you who can make me feel loved. Some of yours’ flowers are doing the magic. Thank you for all the support. I will be up and about in no time with my speedy recovery. Also, enough of sad pictures. So, this is the picture I want to leave you up with.
Love! ♥
