It was a really funny incident, and even now when I come to think of it, the only thought I get is “How could I have been so stupid?”. It all started on the third day after I joined. I was passing through the central hall between the dormitories, when I happened to see, some of the seniors in their dormitories having a hand-stand race. I was really fascinated by it. I mean, I had never seen anybody do such a kind of thing even in the movies.
Immediately, I went back to our dormitory and started attempting the same. needless to say, even after about 40 trials I hadn’t even got started. Then came the most stupidest thought. I still don’t know if the idea itself was good and the execution flawed or vice-versa. But, the important point is that it got me a fracture.
I decided that although I didn’t know how to do it, if I tried to do it on the steps leading down to the lobby, somebody who knew, would notice my efforts, appreciate my dedication, and get right down to teaching me. It might have still worked out, if someone didn’t have a bigger plan for me. Right at the moment that I started it at the first step and fell down there itself, NBR(N. Brahmananda Reddy, who studied with us upto 4th Standard) was passing by and he stopped. He asked me what I was trying to do, and I told him. He told me “It won’t work this way, you wont get enough attention. Instead, if you try doing it on the railing(he meant the railing of the steps), everybody who is standing beside the steps for breakfast will notice you.”
Now, I was really beginning to get cold feet. I mean, I was literally wobbling at the knees. It was one thing to try it on the stairs where I would land on the next one if I failed, and it was entirely a different thing, to try it on the railing where if I failed, I would go all the way down. So I refused flat out to try such a thing and asked him”What if I fall?”. He simply said, “I am there, I will catch you.” Somehow I felt a lot more reassured and got ready for the big stunt.
Everything went as per the plan, except the climax. I caught the railing with my hands and pushed myself upwards. Only to flip over and land on my hand, down the other side of the railing, in front of the toys showcase and beside some boys waiting to go in for breakfast. For a while I just lay there not even sure what had happened. And then I got up and found I couldn’t feel my left hand. Poor NBR, was waiting on the stairs and was wondering where I had gone. I just didn’t happen to fall on the side he was waiting to hold me.
I remember walking to the medical room, and telling Aunty(I really don’t remember her name, I think it was Radhika or something like that, something that started with an R. She loved to write the most nasty-tasting tablets and would almost always recommend an injection, and was therefore considered one of the top terrors in the hostel) that I felt great pain in my hand. She asked me how, and I told her, I slipped from the stairs and fell on my hand. She immediately gave me some damn injection(I knew I shouldn’t have come there in the first place) and took me to the general hospital for a checkup.
At the hospital I was made to undertake an X-Ray, and was told it was a fracture. So we went to the dressing guy(still don’t remember what his official title is) and he put my hand in a cast. The first few days, were a real torture, as everybody who found me walking around in a cast, would stop me and enquire how I had got it. After the first few days however, I began to see the upside of having a fracture. Everywhere I went, I got preferential treatment. Even for food where everybody used to fight to go in first, I was allowed to go to the head of the line, just because I had a fracture.
Unfortunately, all good things must come to an end. And so did my fracture, which was removed after a month. And boy, life did get back to its usual routine nondescript way.
But not for long, adventure was never an earshot away from me.
– GUPTA GHOST