Gravity of the matter...

Do not wonder what that pic is about... I'll tell you. Thats my view when i had climbed on top of a 15 foot tall backdrop of the Wills Lifestyle India Fashion Week - Grand Finale. It was Rajesh Pratap Singhs line of wear. And i was co-ordinating the setup. But this post is not about the show. This one is about my shoulder. Yes... My shoulder.

I had not climbed on top of the backdrop to take this picture like some eccentric photographer. The backdrop was too reflective and needed to be tilted. The labourers working for me were up there trying to fix it. But it just wouldn't happen right. Finally i decided to go up there myself. And even before i realised it i had made 3 trips up and down the 15 feet backdrop. So in my next lap upwards the grid i miscalculated and slipped. (Like i was calculating and moving up). And the next thing i knew i was not going upwards. But just then... Like JUST THEN... I caught hold of the bar on top. I don't know how that happened. And then... I was a pendulum. Oscillating from one side to the other, 15 feet from the ground. I thought it was too cool.

Then i climbed up and got on with my work. But little had i realised that in every battle, in every fight for survival there are certain casualities that occur. I didn't realise anything till my work was complete. Just before the show started i felt this sudden urge to sit down. Then i realised that i hadn't for one moment the whole day rested. So i deicided to sit. As i was going to do so i placed my oscillating support hand on the ground and this time my front line soldier who had fought gravity and saved me suddenly collapsed. This time gravity had the last laugh. Fortunately i was only 3 feet from the ground and so it was a soft thud. My shoulder was the casualty in the battle between gravity and my oscillating hand. It was like a scene from a war movie. The Hero lives on. And in my hand (literally) i have the real hero who saved me dying with each passing second. I bit my tongue and pretended to be man enough and not shed tears. I let it pass like i knew these things happen and one must move on (What rubbish). I went home and settled in the comfort of my bed. And once i had my blanket on everything was ok. I was in my safe little world. But the cost at which i was saved that night had not sunk in. For in the morning when i woke up my hand refused to move. He blamed me for the loss of our friend. I agree with him that it was our friend that brought us together. And that without him our connection seemed pointless....

Even today i try making contact with my hand. But its like trying to connect to the internet when your phone is disconnected due to non payment. Life moves on... But something stays forever. Something that never leaves. Something that... That... That...
Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh.... Hurts lke hell... Damn you, you stupid shoulder. I don't wanna go to a doctor... Mummy... HELP...