Memories are indestructible; but most often, only the worst of them get etched deeper in the annals of past and give you nightmares. You might hit the sack hoping to relive the time you earned a gold medal in Physics, but end up seeing the dog that took with it a chunk of your bum years ago baring its teeth. I don't need to say what is the first thing you will check, once you are awake.
You cannot predict when and how accidents happen; even the most conducive environments can concoct catastrophe - ask someone who tried to boil eggs in a microwave oven. He/ she would be ogling at the oven and without any warning, whammy, the oven's door would plant a unicorn's horn (that's horny!) with an enormous force on his/ her forehead. But the worst might sometimes bring you the best. For instance, if the person wears spectacles while getting hit, he/ she might actually get lucky - the door would slam on the spectacles and might permanently fix those lenses on to his/ her eyes - no need to wear contact lenses or glasses! That's convenient, right? Er, unless it's like this…
or this
I have gone through such accidents too and I would like to share a few of them here.
When I was seven years old I wanted more of some snacks my mother had prepared. She refused and when she was away, I started frying it myself. The vessel got tilted and I fried a bit of myself. Now, there were a few good outcomes. First - No one has/ had/ would ever see me running at such a pace in their lives - faster than any nut & bolt. Damn, I could run fast - if that's possible, anything else is possible too - Rahul Gandhi becoming a great sensible orator, Arnab Goswami keeping quiet in a debate, meaningful Tamil films, Chennai commuters following every traffic rule - the incident gave me such an optimism. Secondly, I started to think if I could fry myself that good, I can fry anything else far better than that. So, that's the secret behind my culinary skills.
During my school days, I found my interest in repairing electrical and electronic equipments, of course, by trial and error i.e. with sparks and short circuits. But I had never received serious electric shock until that day, when I was an apprentice at a computer consultancy. They were cleaning up the attic and salvaging usable parts from the junk. I found a SMPS (Switched Mode Power Supply). I asked them if it worked; they told me to find out. It was a SMPS for AT cabinet. Unlike the modern towers, they had a conventional switch that connected directly to 230V AC and was switched on with a push button loaded with spring. The switch is placed behind a plastic button in the cabinet, when it's mounted.
Without knowing the terminals were exposed, I held the switch on hand, switched it on and electrocuted myself. Voila I could say I did some spectacular tap dance for a few seconds before someone saved me with a stick. Though I felt uncomfortably numb and dumb for a few minutes, later I realised that electrocuting can melt fat. I tried that again after a few years by accidentally placing my hand on exposed terminals in the hostel, while trying to reach for the light switch; I lit up the room without switching it on; cool isn't it? Those who jog in the morning; eat fruits and roti to reduce weight; go to gym and come back with twisted limbs doing what you can't, this one is for you. Stop doing all that and try inserting some wires in your ears tonight. You might lose a lot of weight doing it.
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^^^ This guy followed my instructions and shed some weight!
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Who knows; people believe anything. If they believe in the magic tricks of 'saints' in India, they might believe in this as well and try it.
Part 2 of this extremely useful article is coming soon….stay tuned - ok that's an expression people still use, yet belongs to the museum, right? Keep checking this blog (Anyhow, I know I need to share it in Facebook and plead to you again to read that).

