A Colossal Accident
29/12/2025 is a day I will never forget.
It seemed to me that a shit year was finally ending in a fairytale. Lossfunk, more inbound job calls, a plan for 2026 and a roadmap for my future, all were scripted. A road trip with the boys, new years with family and parties from 29-31st were on my mind.
But then the accident happened.
I had sobered up by the time I was supposed to leave Anshul's house (11:30 PM) and was set to return home. Why I didn't return early? I don't know. I bid my goodbyes, started the bike and was on call with Shrishti. It was soothing, the drive, nice. I passed National Games Village and then on an empty road thought to overtake a slow-going car.
Stupidity. To drive at 50 kmph on a road ridden with potholes, stupidity. To overtake on a lane which was broken and being used as a two-way road was stupidity. I crashed into an auto.
The last words in my mind - "oh, shit".
I woke up three minutes later in a daze. In reflection, oh shit doesn't seem like good last words. But I was woken up to 6 auto drivers ganging upon me like nobody's business.
I was more focused on trying to make sense of my surroundings, where am I and what had happened to me. Thinking about it now only fills me with regret, sadness and a lingering feeling that none of this could've ever happened.
What was 30 minutes, felt like an hour. They had my phone. I had no sense of time or an idea of what to do. These guys kept hounding me left, right and centre demanding that I pay for damages. Thankfully, the cops came. I got my phone back.
The cowardice I showed during those sequence of events is pitiful. Sure cowardice is needed. It is what allowed us to evolve, but I don't speak of an evolutionary cowardice. The cowardice within most of us is a learned cowardice, a cowardice brought about by exposure to society. And unlike every other time where I pin the blame on society, it's purely our fault.
We are terrified to build something lasting, to take risks, or speak up in the middle of an accident, despite being hit the hardest. I was like that. And I don't want to return to that despicable state again.
In the middle of that intense confrontation, I prayed for somebody on my side and thankfully the cops showed up. They managed to snag my phone back and I had to quickly pay them what I could. I lost 7500 that day and another 3.5k on the 2nd of Jan. My bike now costs me 1.44L to repair.
I came alone carrying a broken bike with broken tooth in a truck.
The bike was fried. Broken headlight, mudguard, damaged radiator, damaged engine, damaged fuel tank, damaged mudguard, suspension and brakes. Everything that could broke, did.
But I'm still alive.
I can't help but believe providence saved me. I can't help but believe that I've been put on earth for a purpose that is greater than all of us. I've been kept alive for a reason that I myself am yet to discover.
But life cannot stay the same, if I need to reach to that. I cannot keep partying. I cannot keep drinking and smoking like a wild-man. I am not an ape.
I am grateful to my family, for they stood by me when no one else would. Never will I ever speak ill of my parents or my brother. For they are the reason I have some confidence left. Supra and Dad stood as a pillar by my side. Mom took the bullets for me, visiting insurance and the service centre. Shrishti stayed on call with me, till 4am. I needed that more than anything. She stood by my side when I needed someone the most. She didn't judge, she didn't comment, she just helped me rest on her shoulder when I needed it the most. They are my ride-or-die.
I'm grateful for all those who checked upon me. Disappointed in some, but expected nevertheless.. But such issues are too trivial for me to bother. They will remain at a distance, but not cut-off.
Despite hitting the auto at 40-50 kmph, I come away with my limbs intact, a small hairline fracture/sprain, a broken tooth and a small bump on my chest. I have been given a second chance at life. I can't help but feel more grateful for this.
Thank you Maa for keeping me alive.