Recovering from a major life-threatening accident, my second one, I count my blessings that it was me who was hurt and not my two children who were also in the cab that fateful night last December.
I knew I had the strength and courage to overcome this ordeal but had anything happened to the kids, I would have collapsed.
My left arm was smashed with multiple fractures. The culprit: A young man, speeding on the Gurgaon Expressway under the influence of alcohol, with no care for himself or others' lives. Thanks to him, I now have three metal rods and nails in my arm and have undergone skin grafting. May need more surgeries.
The second miracle, an NRI doctor not only stopped to help and give first-aid but stayed back till help came in the form of my friends.
Lesson learnt: Cops do nothing but, yes, they eagerly wait for their palms to be greased by the accused and do all in their powers to set them free. Medical aid given by them is of primitive nature especially when you are bleeding to death and waiting for their appearance that happened after 45 minutes of the SOS call being made. I was taken to a shady ‘hospital’ next to a liquor shack that had quacks as doctors and a make-shift room with cobwebs and a metal bed that turned out to be the operation theatre. I was told my arm needed to be amputated.
Thankfully, I was still in my senses and told them to stay away.
The next couple of hours proved a nightmare. My bloodied shoes and jewellery were stolen. My friends had to resort to force and threats to get me out of that hellhole and had to pay money too. And then, finally, my boss in a well-known MNC was cold and calculating, and he used my misfortune to stab me in the back.
But I shall survive. I now have my own HR headhunting firm, in partnership with two of my closest friends. There’s always a light at the end of the tunnel.