OK, so this is how it happened!!!!!!!!

Disclaimer- All characters and events here are real(or at least as good as my memory), and resemblance to any person, whether in one piece or two, is purely deliberate.

The road was pretty narrow, and whether I was high or it actually got narrower, whenever I saw a four wheeler coming from opposite direction, I don't remember now. Suddenly I saw this truck coming from opposite direction. Swaying heavily, it looked like a drunken Knight Bus and I heard a voice within me(or was it KT, sitting behind me) say "STOP". I looked at the driver and he looked strangely familiar to "The Joker" in The Dark Knight. Suddenly the thing between my legs(the bike, you pervert) felt like a Batmobile bike, and I accelerated instead of slowing down.

Moments later, while lying on the road, I heard some strange noises and when I looked up there seemed a chopper hovering above me. But disappearence of the chopper next moment made me realise it was not the sound of the blades but KT chanting f**k-f**k-f**k-f**k like some kind of healing mantra, while shaking his head like a flying object hovering overhead. "Let's go", was all I said getting up. "Which hospital?", KT asked. "We are not going to a hospital, unless you are badly hurt", I replied trying not to wince. "I'm fine", he said, adding with suspicious eyes,"You sure you'll be OK though?". "Yeah. Lets go to Motz place" I said with some finality in my voice.

We picked up whatever was left of the bike and left the place quietly. KT rode this time, with me sitting silently behind him, clutching my left shoulder - which I came to know a little later was broken - with my right hand tightly. It didn't help much as KT seemed hell bent on getting a confession out of me and actually increased the speed whenever he saw a speed breaker in front of him, singing merrily "I'm on a highway to hell". "You saying something", suddenly he turned his head sideways and asked loudly. "It's not me. The broken bones, if moved a lot produce sounds like that", I said in the most sarcastic manner I could. With a devillish grin(and increased speed) he asked, "Oh, so what do the sounds seem to say, haan?". "Slooowww Dooooooowwwwnnnnn", I yelled seeing the next speed braker approaching us at 50 kmph.

We reached Motz' place at around midnight. No, we did not go there because he is a doctor, though considering his lifestyle, he badly needs to see one. And everyone over there suggested going to a hospital/nursing home immediately, except me of course. I suggested watching a movie, promising everyone that if the shoulder got any worse, we would go to a hospital immediately. By the time the movie was over, I found there was some kind of yawn fest going on inside the room. So, I quietly started watching another movie. After finishing the 2nd movie at 6 o' clock in the morning, I felt like getting up from the bed and figured that I couldn't. My left hand, like a vehicle stuck in BTM signal, refused to move.

I woke KT up and asked him to come with me, at which he started asking questions only a person woken against his will at 6 a.m could ask. "It still hurts?", he asked a little over-rubbing his sleepy eyes. "No, it's tickling me now, which I find very irritating", I retorted. He couldn't pretend any longer and we went to St John's, the nearest one from Motz' house.

There, KT was told he was fine, which we already knew and I was told I was not, which was not very surprising either. When I pressed for more info, the doc just said, "It's a clavicle fracture". Very euphemistically I told him when a person from non medical back-ground asks for more info, you ought to tell him "what's broken and how badly", in plain and simple terms. He took the cue and informed me that my collar bone is broken which can be fixed without any surgery, though I would have to wear a brace(the last 2 letters looked so redundant to me when I first looked at it) and an arm sling for at least one month, which sounded much worse than a surgery. Then the doc told me the "figure of 8" brace - which worked like a phaansi ka fanda for shoulders - will be on 24X7, until either the bone is completely mended or I am strangled to death, whichever comes earlier.

I came home, blessed my lucky stars, tried to picture what's gonna happen in next few days, maybe weeks and slept off.