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Road rage

We were headed to town for lunch on the 7th of Feb. Almost three weeks back.

We stopped at a traffic signal at Bandra Reclamation opposite the Candies turn. The road was largely empty. Suddenly there was a jolt from the back and a very loud sound.

Turned out that a woman driving a silver coloured Santro had banged into our car which was stationary. We were sitting at the rear seat and were quite shaken up. We got down to check the damages.

Despite the loud noise and the impact we seemed to be ok. No visible damages to us. Our car seemed to be fine too.

The lady driving the car that banged into us was quite shaken up herself. She got off and kept apologizing to us. Her car seemed to be more bruised than ours even though she had banged into us.

I got back into the car. I decided not to get into a fight or argument. Didn’t see the point. Didn’t want to spoil the day. So I barely spoke to her, glared and went away.

When we came home that evening we figured out that things were not as fine as they seemed. The boot of our car didn’t shut properly. The alignment of the bumper was spoilt. Something we will have to get fixed.

Worse was that I begun to get a backache. The jolt triggered off spasms in my back. Since then it has been countless visits to the orthopaed, the physiotherapist…loads of money spent, insidious pain killers taken, days at work lost, social life compromised, gym and walks stopped…and even now my back aches as I returned to office after the weekend …

Yes, we had got off easy that day…could have been a lot worse…but this was so unnecessary..

I mean what could have caused an accident like this? Yes, Mumbai with its clogged roads and bumper to bumper traffic is not a city for nick-free driving… but on an empty road … at noon … come on

Unlikely to be a case of drunk driving given the time of day. The driver possibly didn’t know how to drive, or was possibly on the mobile, or pre-occupied… whatever be the reason… the right to drive comes with responsibility…you can’t play around with the lives of others

And yes the post would have been longer, and not written like a school essay, if it wasn’t for the pain….

Wonder if it would have helped if I had screamed at her then…

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