I cant help feeling bad for the guy. Imagine being in his boots for a moment – he is one of the most talented players of all times, works his socks off, a model professional, scores and assists as many as possible for both club(helps them win the league) and country(takes them to the semis of the euros, where they are beaten by eventual champions on penalties) and all that isnt good enough to be acknowledged as the best player in the world – for four years running. Imagine that.
.. or just minor accidents for those without an inclination for exaggeration and melodrama.
A few days back I was riding my bike over the Liberty bridge when suddenly a kaataadi maanja decided to wrap itself around my neck. Thankfully I was riding at a ‘septuagenarian-sauntering-around-the-park’ pace and so I could stop the vehicle, carefully untangle the string and go about my business without much fuss.
Now I lead a very banal, risk free, no adventure life and this is as much close to near death experience that I will have and the first thought that came to my mind was – ‘boy, i really should have taken that term insurance policy’.
Now I couldnt be more wrong about not having enough near death experiences and the very next day i rammed my bike into an auto and my head in that auto’s rear. Thankfully, again, I was driving slow and wearing a helmet and escaped with minor bruises. Once again the thought of not having enough insurance walked into my mind.
I cant help but feel The Supreme Being has started working as a part time LIC agent and is conniving with Fate to push me into getting a term policy. And I am starting to get worried, not about death as much as about leaving without giving my family in a decent position in case I am forced to move on. Oh well.. I better get that term insurance before facing the next near death experience.