when you go right, things can go wrong

my knee opened like an infant's mouth and my head closed like bombay's railway ticket counter. the vermillion thickly flowed down my shin, staining strands of hair that stood helplessly in its way. i saw greenday fly, singing 'Time of your Life', and crash landing on the rough tar; there was stampede of thoughts in my head. like crabs, each thought grabbed the one before and dragged it behind; nothing coherent formed within my temples.

"i swear, i didn't do anything wrong. i was only going towards the right," said my friend in a voice that stoutly denied his claim. 'how can things go wrong, when one goes right?', i wondered. it was clear my friend did not intend to carry the can for things going wrong, as he went right. "forget it," i said.

look, a dead horse...or, wait a minute, is it our honda splayed like a dead horse on the tar? then i realised how right my friend was...he was so right that the biker who happend to ram us from behind had no room on the road to pass us. Moments later, we found him wriggling out of dried grass that flanked the porvorim road; yes we were on our way to the saturday night market at arpora.

coming back to this interesting slice of life, I knew this man had not punted us accidentally on purpose. I knew he was high on feni. I knew things could have gone more wrong. I knew my friend was right. But I knew this man was far more right.

I offered a helping hand to this man...