Class Act?
I don’t think you can ever know how scary an accident is, until you have been in one. The fear for the rest of your family…and for those outside your own car who were involved… Somehow, I had imagined it before, and sympathised with those who had been in one very sincerely…but there is no way I could have been prepared for this one…
We were driving down airport-whitefield road a few days ago, when an auto driving on the other side of the road divider, completely lost control of the vehicle, toppled over and skidded in front of us. My dad hit the brake, and since we weren’t going too fast, managed to stop, but the auto skid and hit us hard from the front. We thought that we should go see if anyone needed to be taken to a hospital, but our car was immediately surrounded by an angry mob, who started hitting OUR car!
Trying to keep myself and my brother calm, we told dad not to open the door. And thank GOD he didn’t. There was one guy who followed us in a van, and caught up with us at the traffic light, just to hit our bonnet and windshield with a big wooden POLE! I have never been so scared in my life. But Dad got out of there, and drove straight to the nearest police station, where we sort of sought refuge.
Now that everything is worked out, and there are no charges against us, I can only thank our lucky stars that we are all safe…but most of all, that our car doors were locked that day.
Every time there isn’t anything else to think about, it replays in my head. What I will never understand, is though the guy must have seen that we had nothing to do with the accident, why did he beat up our car?! Mom thinks that it’s the whole class struggle. Simply because it was a car, that hit an auto rickshaw. But then, one can never understand mob mentality. But when I think about it, I wonder, if we were sitting in another auto, would the mob have been just as angry?
We were driving down airport-whitefield road a few days ago, when an auto driving on the other side of the road divider, completely lost control of the vehicle, toppled over and skidded in front of us. My dad hit the brake, and since we weren’t going too fast, managed to stop, but the auto skid and hit us hard from the front. We thought that we should go see if anyone needed to be taken to a hospital, but our car was immediately surrounded by an angry mob, who started hitting OUR car!
Trying to keep myself and my brother calm, we told dad not to open the door. And thank GOD he didn’t. There was one guy who followed us in a van, and caught up with us at the traffic light, just to hit our bonnet and windshield with a big wooden POLE! I have never been so scared in my life. But Dad got out of there, and drove straight to the nearest police station, where we sort of sought refuge.
Now that everything is worked out, and there are no charges against us, I can only thank our lucky stars that we are all safe…but most of all, that our car doors were locked that day.
Every time there isn’t anything else to think about, it replays in my head. What I will never understand, is though the guy must have seen that we had nothing to do with the accident, why did he beat up our car?! Mom thinks that it’s the whole class struggle. Simply because it was a car, that hit an auto rickshaw. But then, one can never understand mob mentality. But when I think about it, I wonder, if we were sitting in another auto, would the mob have been just as angry?
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