What I mean is I have had some moments where I've been walking on the thin line between life and death, and till now have landed on the 'life' side of it. Those incidents do come up in my dreams some times, making me realize how lucky I've been and I really thank God for this. Here are those 'wonderful' incidents, just for you guys to know:
#1: We had been to Aksa beach for a one day picnic. I was playing in the water, although not knowing to swim. By the time I realized the water level rising, I was in deep water already. My dad spotted me and came running to fetch me. I was being dragged inside by water and dad was trying to get hold of my hand. He tried once, failed(even he didn't know swimming). He tried 2nd time, my hand slipped from his. 3rd time, finally, he got hold of my hand and pulled me out.
#2: I was in degree college and was going to visit my granny. There's a short cut from Lower Parel station to her place by following the railway track. There are 5 railway tracks laid down there and I had no clue why one of those was never being used, as I had seen no trains going over that one(till that day). I had seen many people following that track to reach quickly, so did I on that day. I don't remember what I was thinking, just walking over the track, lost in my thoughts. I could hear a whistle, a strong one, but did not bother to look out where it can from. It was getting louder and louder and suddenly I thought of turning back to see where it came from. What I saw was a train coming over the same track on which I was standing, and it was just about 50 metres apart at that moment. I stepped down the track, and the train went past me making such a thunderous whistling noise, I can never forget.
#3: I was new to biking. I had to pick up dad from his office. He was waiting on the other side of the road and I had to cross to get to him. Without watching for other vehicles coming from behind, I just rode by bike towards dad. Something hit me hard the next moment and somehow I managed to gain control over my bike and stopped myself from falling on the ground. I was dumbstruck, my dad even more. Another biker, coming at a swift speed from behind, had dashed me. Somehow, even he controlled his bike. After some time, that guy came to me and just said, "Thank God, we are alive!"
Well, these are the incidents when I knocked the door of Mr. Yamraj. Fortunately for me, Mr. Yamraj was asleep then, I guess. On a serious note, I think God gave me chance to rectify these mistakes. Now, I can swim, I never cross railway track but use footover bridge and I am a safe bike rider. But more than all these, what I now believe is I should not take my life for granted. My life is precious, for me, for my family and my friends and its my responsibility to take care of it. I think I am doing a good job of it till now; and whenever I would feel I'm not, I'll have a look at this post again...good idea, isn't it?
