Fraction of Seconds……!!!!...… ……” A”

Butterfly Effect, Fate, Tragedy, Carelessness, my hand, my fingers…. The end…..these were the words which lingered in my brain when this unimaginable incident ..no accident….no..tragedy..ok…guys say anything you want…... had happened.
I was in sweet Rajkot shaping my career by adding the so called “Experience” ; I don’t know what one would see in this experience….anyways….The days and nights were the same…so cold that you ought to wear winter shirts; the only difference being the Sun radiating its infra-red light during the days…..Hectic schedules make us forget lunch and dinner at times we forget the month and week of the day we are at present…!!! Stress busters were none other than going for movie…and this time it was “3 Idiots”….I would say..it’s a “ Must watch movie” and you should watch it million times…!!
We were making vehicles at faster rate and it needed uninterrupted supply of components without any quality problem…and problem is inevitable where there is Engineering…..and so testing each and every vehicle for all the damn thing was necessary…….All I have to do is sit and watch…and sometimes……enthusiasm rides over when we do things ourself to feel it…It was something like that when i had a look at the transmission which was ready for testing….i just started it…the sound that came from it said …”I am totally Alright” I felt good…and said to the operator…Add 1 to the production count……but something was not the way it was meant to…and I adjusted the motor with the help of small tongs…..The problem was rectified.
My left hand was still on the motor with the tongs…some thing went out of my mind..my brain didn’t think…I started the motor…it took just fraction of seconds to send a message to my brain to switch of the motor..and I did it…but it was too late…the only thing I could see was Blood on my hands..i couldn’t think…I was just seeing my hand and was trying to figure out how did this happen and why is it bleeding…?? I just kept calm…I couldn’t shout or cry….i couldn’t feel anything…i kept walking towards the first aid box and washed my blood away…it was not helping, it was flowing like a water falls.....As the tongs rotated it took my middle finger further too far that phalanges tore my palm….and Now…it was terrible……..pain and sorrow gravitated me…like hell…!!..Thoughts were going hay why, if I had broken my finger…if my bones got dislocated…I couldn’t stop my brain from thinking something weird…!!All I thought after this entire incidence was similar to The Slum dog Millionaire ……

How did Sriram hurt his hand?

a. He was careless
b. He was unlucky
c. It is written (fate)



The Ans: c. It’s Written


The life goes on…!!!