Ok… this is a note to self. How many times do I need to remind myself that I was not endowed with the same normal heart as others. I am not and I emphasize on N-O-T, not! meant for rides. I am meek, weak, fragile, pansy and much more. Motion sickness worms have infested my veins and they are going to live there for life! So, I must, must not try risking my life again by riding the giant wheel again!
It was just yesterday… my cousins, me and my brother went to the Gwalior fair. It is held annually and it never has anything new to offer other than the details of the lost child’s undergarments announced on loudspeaker throughout the fair!! Why are these stupid parents let inside the mela (fair)!?
“Why, what are you hiding there?”
“It’s a 4-year old!”
“Oh, and what is written on your forehead there!??”
“Sorry, we have strict orders! We can’t let you inside the mela.”
Anyway, after much insistence, I mister dumbhead was convinced to once again sit in that ride of suicide they call the giant wheel. It went up, and it came down. Wow! Thrilling! See? I am not scared anymore!!
Wait a minute, they are just warming up! *Speeding up now* Gosh! I feel pins and needles all over my body! I am growing numb! I feel my heart beating against my chest! I am cold! I feel like throwing up. My brain is floating in the excessive cerebrospinal fluid produced during this activity. I think it is tossing and turning. This is deja vu. Why am I stupid enough to ride this thing again thinking I have grown stronger with the heart of a lion now. Damn you, Swami Vivekananda! It’s your fault. It’s all your fault. It’s you who wanted the youth of nation with the courage of a lion! I was striving to fulfil your dream and I am gonna die doing that!! I am yet a virgin! What a waste of youth!
At last, the wheel of death stopped….. with my cabin hanging on the top. Murphy’s law!
Thanks to this experience, I now know what it feels like just before dying from a heart attack!
Never again! No! Or maybe next time is the last time.