Essays

Accidents or mishaps keep happening every day and-every now and then. Some mishaps are unnoticeable or are a nuisance, others get serious and unavoidable. One trips and falls while looking at a poster, other clashes into a pole, still other steps on banana skin and slips like a skater. Such accidents are alright as they are not so serious and do not cause much harm and happen almost every day.

Sometimes when accidents take place due to rashness of people and harm others, they become serious and alarming. Therefore, one should be careful on the road and to public places so as not to harm oneself as well as others.

The other day, I saw an accident while I was returning from school. I was walking on the footpath, lost in my own thoughts, about school, homework and class tests when a searching sound broke the train of my thoughts. I turned around to see the source of the sound and what I saw, I think I will never be able to forget.

There was a young boy lying in a pool of blood hit by a Jeep. The Jeep driver had tried to escape after overrunning the boy but was caught a few feet away by the assembled crowd.

The sight of blood was really horrible. People gathered around the child. I too went to see who he was. He was probably in 9th or 10th standard and like me he too was returning home from a nearby school. Then quickly a man searched through his strewn books and found his diary. From the number found in the diary, he informed his guardian.

Meanwhile, another man had called up the hospital for ambulance. After a few minutes, the ambulance of a nearby private hospital came and carefully placed the boy on the stretcher and took him away. The boy apparently had a broken leg and arm and also had an injury on his head. Due to the collision he had become unconscious. So no one knew the extent of the injury on his head.

I gathered the hooks of the boy, placed them back in the bag again, got the address from the diary and thought of returning the bag at the address. The cycle too was in a bad shape but one man thought of returning it too at the address.

The boy now gone, there remained only the dreadful pool of blood, Suddenly people remembered the Jeep and the driver who was now apologizing frantically. He was completely drunk. The crowd fell like a hungry wolf on him and taught him a proper lesson. People were angry as he had tried to escape.

Meanwhile the Police came and took him away. I accompanied that man to return the bag and the broken cycle. On our way we were quite shocked at the uncertainty of life. The man after sometime told me that the Jeep driver, as evident, was totally drunk and was driving very rashly. The child was on the right side riding his bicycle. He was at a normal speed when suddenly this Jeep came hit him from behind and overran him. 1 was too shocked to speak anything.

The house of the boy was nearby so we did not have to walk much. When we reached his home, the boy's elder sister was at home. We gave her the bag and kept the bicycle over their place. She seemed very worried but was in control of her emotions. There were tears shining in her eyes but they did not flow down. She thanked us for bringing the boy's things back. We told her that her brother would be fine and left.

After that I went home. My mother too had started worrying about me as usually I never get late. I found her standing out in the porch anxiously waiting for me. 1 then told her what had happened and she got too scared and hugged me. I told her that I am fine; it was another boy who got injured. She was very proud of me as I had stayed on to help. Then all of us visited the temple to pray for the speedy recovery of that boy.