Well in this series I will tell you some real life incidents that happened with me when I had a brush with death; and I lived to tell the story.
This thing happened when I was around 10 years old.
My village is situated in south 24 parganas, West Bengal. Its nearest railway station is Champahati at a distance of 16 kms and Sonarpur at around 20 kms. The two mode of transports are Autos and occasional busses.
That day I was going to Kolkata with my dad, mom, uncle, aunty, pishi(bua) and a couple of other people who I have forgotten. We were supposed to catch a local train to Kolkata from Sonarpur station. The Sonarpur railway station has a unique location. The platforms can be accessed from the roads that approach the station and the roads open into two markets on the opposite sides. Sonarpur is one of the busiest local junctions and hence sees dozens of trains crossing every hour.
As we got down from the bus we saw a number of vehicles ahead of us. The railway crossing gates were closed which meant a train was approaching. We decided to cross on foot so as not to get late. As we meandered through the traffic we came across the crossing which was closed by a metallic boom barrier. My uncle went ahead and crossed over on to the rail lines and looked at both sides. There was no train visible, though we knew one was approaching. Then my dad, bua ji crossed. Then I holding my mom's hands started to cross.
If you ever cross a railway crossing you will find that instead of one pair of track there are actually two with one supporting track within 5-10 cm of the main tracks. These are supporting tracks. As I was crossing somehow my left leg slipped into the gap between the main track and the supporting track. I stopped and tried to pull my leg out but couldn't. I tried to pull it, slip it and even tried to open up my shoe inside but to no avail. It was stuck and so was I.
My relatives came back and frantically tried to pull out my leg. Just then I heard the roar of death. As luck would have it the train was coming on the same track on which I was trapped. It must have been around 200 meters or so when we all spotted it. My dad, uncle and a few other people who were watching us ran towards the train. While my mom and bua and aunty stayed back to try and pull my leg out. The problem was that my body's orientation was such that even if I wanted to sacrifice a leg and save my self, I couldn't. I was stuck bang in the middle of the track.
My dad, uncle and other people who ran towards the train could make the train brake. I could hear the screeching sound of the brakes but I was not sure it would stop before it ran over me. My dad, uncle and other people were standing near the track as the train sped by them and hurtled towards me. My bua ji pulled my mom away and my aunty stood nearby, everyone crying and me, at that age, ice cold due to fear.
That I am telling you the story means that I survived. The train stopped around 3-5 meters from me. And the moment it stopped people converged at me. And strangely I was able to pull out my leg as smoothly as it went inside.
I stood there for sometime before my parents whisked me away.
That was the first time I came so close to death.
Today as I reflect back I feel blessed that I was saved.
This thing happened when I was around 10 years old.
My village is situated in south 24 parganas, West Bengal. Its nearest railway station is Champahati at a distance of 16 kms and Sonarpur at around 20 kms. The two mode of transports are Autos and occasional busses.
That day I was going to Kolkata with my dad, mom, uncle, aunty, pishi(bua) and a couple of other people who I have forgotten. We were supposed to catch a local train to Kolkata from Sonarpur station. The Sonarpur railway station has a unique location. The platforms can be accessed from the roads that approach the station and the roads open into two markets on the opposite sides. Sonarpur is one of the busiest local junctions and hence sees dozens of trains crossing every hour.
As we got down from the bus we saw a number of vehicles ahead of us. The railway crossing gates were closed which meant a train was approaching. We decided to cross on foot so as not to get late. As we meandered through the traffic we came across the crossing which was closed by a metallic boom barrier. My uncle went ahead and crossed over on to the rail lines and looked at both sides. There was no train visible, though we knew one was approaching. Then my dad, bua ji crossed. Then I holding my mom's hands started to cross.
If you ever cross a railway crossing you will find that instead of one pair of track there are actually two with one supporting track within 5-10 cm of the main tracks. These are supporting tracks. As I was crossing somehow my left leg slipped into the gap between the main track and the supporting track. I stopped and tried to pull my leg out but couldn't. I tried to pull it, slip it and even tried to open up my shoe inside but to no avail. It was stuck and so was I.
My relatives came back and frantically tried to pull out my leg. Just then I heard the roar of death. As luck would have it the train was coming on the same track on which I was trapped. It must have been around 200 meters or so when we all spotted it. My dad, uncle and a few other people who were watching us ran towards the train. While my mom and bua and aunty stayed back to try and pull my leg out. The problem was that my body's orientation was such that even if I wanted to sacrifice a leg and save my self, I couldn't. I was stuck bang in the middle of the track.
My dad, uncle and other people who ran towards the train could make the train brake. I could hear the screeching sound of the brakes but I was not sure it would stop before it ran over me. My dad, uncle and other people were standing near the track as the train sped by them and hurtled towards me. My bua ji pulled my mom away and my aunty stood nearby, everyone crying and me, at that age, ice cold due to fear.
That I am telling you the story means that I survived. The train stopped around 3-5 meters from me. And the moment it stopped people converged at me. And strangely I was able to pull out my leg as smoothly as it went inside.
I stood there for sometime before my parents whisked me away.
That was the first time I came so close to death.
Today as I reflect back I feel blessed that I was saved.
