After graduation I started working as a sales executive. The company gave me a bullet motorcycle for traveling. Once I was going on a tour to Pondicherry. I was riding peacefully and calmly at a steady speed of 50km. After the city limits there is a railway track parallel to the road. As I was riding on this parallel road I was startled by the monstrous sound of a train behind me. Very soon the train caught up with me and when I looked sideways I saw the driver waving and smiling at me. The carriages also started overtaking me and the passengers started shouting, laughing and waving at me. Something snapped in my head. I wanted to show them the power of my bike. After all I had a BULLET. What do they think? I started accelerating. The speed indicator showed that I had accelerated from 50 to 60 to 70 and going up and up.I started to overtake the carriages. I felt like a superman. I screamed, laughed and waved with one hand to the the passengers. When I caught up with the engine driver, I screamed at him, too. The speedometer was nearing 110 and I started overtaking the engine.I was terribly happy I could overtake a speeding train.
Suddenly I found the road taking a sharp turn from the railway track and I could see a narrow bridge over a dried up river bed. Since I can't jam the brake at that speed I started reducing the throttle to slow down the bike. The bridge was located at a sharp curve and I knew I could not negotiate such a curve even though the speed was coming down. I was certain that I and my bike will plunge into the dry river bed which was far below and I will die instantaneously. There was no way to escape this horrible end. I looked at the speedo-meter. It was nearing 70. I desperately tried to turn the bike at a sharp angle. I hit a huge drum filled with sand at the side of the road and came crashing down along with the bike. I had no helmet but my head was not hurt. But I was dazed. I sat up slowly and looked at the bike which lay on the road with petrol dripping from the tank.
My pant had torn near the knees and I could see blood dripping. My shirt was also torn and I could see blood on my elbows. I got up slowly and limped to the bike. I noticed that the crash guard was bent, the accelerater cable and the rear view mirror were broken. I looked at the dry river bed down below with a sigh of relief.I did not plunge into it and die a miserable death.
Again God Almighty put out his hand to save a foolish young man from a certain death and here I am living today to tell you the story.