In Continuum.

Crash

Recently,while having a business trip in China,my dad was involved in quite a nasty car accident on the freeway.My mother kinda told me that one fine after while i was surfing the net,and she just dropped the bombshell.My dad is fine,yes.I mean,he came back yesterday and looked absolutely healthy,and the same old jolly-old-man.For some reason,although i didnt show it,i mustve taken the ordeal a little more seriously than they thought.

So my dad and his business partners were in this BMW,cruising along a freeway in China when a truck in front did a U-turn in the middle of it.Yeah,that bloody truck actually did a U-turn in the middle of the highway,where cars travel at 100km/h.And you thought women are the worst drivers in the world.China truck drivers are,really.

Anyway,so the BMW which belonged to my dad's friend crashed into the side of the truck and was wrecked,thoroughly.There were four guys in the car then,and most of them only suffered bruised arms and legs,perhaps a cut or two here and there.My dad was the only person with all of the above,plus a bloody nose and a blood-soaked shirt.

The driver,on the other hand,disappeared off the highway and was lost.That was the only sensible thing he did on that day,i guess.I mean,in China i think it is better to throw away your current job and take up another in a month's time,than to pay for the loss of the BMW,plus the medical fees of the casualties.

Anyway,my father is fine.In fact i just witnessed him gobble down a whole bowl of my mother's home-made noodles.He's still the same as before,and was showing off to me this cut he has on his leg,speaking as if it was such a cool thing he was involved in a car crash.Well,i must admit.If i was involved in the same accident and survived it,it wouldve been a good story to tell my friends.After all,i had my close encounter with death in India,the incident with the Hyenas and all.Oh,and how Martin drove our vehicle into a dried river and how it almost overturned.

I'm just glad that my dad's all right,i guess.I dont usually tell my father how i feel about certain things.To say that i know my father really well,wouldve been a lie.We are completely different people,inside out.I am into music,he isnt.I am into arts,and he is into the art of money-making.He likes to play golf,i happen to think that instead of slimming people down like most sports do,it puts weight on those who plays it on a regular basis.Because after years of playing golf,i've never seen a significant change in the size of my father's stomach.He wears "E" size pants,"E" for equator.He is not THAT fat,actually.I just like to make fun of him.Ha.What a great son,huh?

So this whole BMW-crashed-into-a-truck/near-death-experience of my father sort of taught me how vulnerable we are,as humans in this life.How a stupid mistake made by somebody might just cause the lives of others,and then misery of those related to them.I could be crossing the road to the bus stop tomorrow morning,and some fucking schmuck might just drive into me without noticing my existence at all.Which is also why,i am stressing on the existence of such dotards and idiots in our society nowadays.I mean,accidents are inevitable,yes.But U-turning on a fucking highway is just plain dumb.That dude probably bought his license or something,off the streets from some other dude who bought his own license to sell things.

I know,dad,that having a cut on your leg and a near death experience is a big deal,and i do appreciate the fact that you lived to tell about it.However,you dont need to come into my room whenever i book out just to stress on the fact that you almost died,had the BMW been a little smaller(Or,as i like to put it,if he was a little thinner).I am thankful for the fact that you are alive,but seriously,i dont need a close up look at your wound.

Oh,and lose those new spectacles.I know they are temporary,but they are bloody ridiculous.