Fall and Rise

There I was, listening to some most soothing music on my mp3 player when my cab for the office arrived. I bent to climb into it and BAAAAM. My head went numb followed by a sharp (i wouldn't like to exaggerate it by calling it 'excruciating' though) pain. I had just banged my head against the car's ceiling. My cab mates enquired whether I was okay wearing a sheepish grin that seemed to contrast the concern. It is just so natural. I myself have smiled or laughed so many times when someone has fallen (unless of course in case of something serious).
Looking at them I too smiled, wondering if it had looked funny. And somehow throughout the journey I kept pressing my head to check whether it felt okay;whether I was feeling giddy or not. But in that one moment of pain I could almost imagine the numerous other scenes like this of which I have been a part.
Though I don't remember my first steps which of course would have led to the first fall, I do remember the countless other ones.
The funniest one that I remember is the one when I was at my dramatic best though not intentionally. I am sure I have narrated this incident to most of my friends, but I have never written it as such. Well, once upon a time :), we were playing Hide and Seek and while running through the backyards of the houses, I must not have seen the rope used for drying clothes. And BAAAM, all of sudden I was on the ground.With one hand on the head, I left for home. I don't remember whether I told the others or not. They must have had a hard time trying to find a missing person. Next thing I remember is getting up from the bed. I don't remember what happened ,but I guess I was feeling a little lost and blank. I could not recollect when I had gone to play or what I had done before I went to play. And as a result I uttered the most foolish and filmy words one could possibly hear at that instant, 'aai majhi yaad daash geli aahe'. A complete mix of Hindi and Marathi it translates to 'Mom, I have amnesia'.Oh God....My mother and sister could not stop laughing. I was actually angry...Shouldn't they be worried for me...How can they just laugh....Any ways, I slowly remembered the activities preceding to the accident. The plausible explanation that I gave to myself was that sometimes we just perform the daily activities so mechanically that we don't remember actually doing them.
These small accidents still seem to amuse me, except for possibly the hand getting jammed in the door.I don't know why, but somehow it really disturbs me.With small kids or toddlers it is more fun to see the response of the adults. They wait for the precious two seconds to see the response of the kid. It's like a standard if- else condition: If the kid looks ok and does not cry? Then ignore. Else repeat the same set of dialogues rehearsed over centuries.
These physical falls are so much easier to deal with. We accept them, laugh with others who laugh at us and move on. But yet we are so afraid to make mistakes that make us fall momentarily. But let it be.... I am not going to end up in metaphors and allegories.Let the trivial topic with which I started remain that way.My head feels okay, though I do keep checking it once in a while. My memory seems fine, as gud or bad as it was before. So if I remember about the blog that I have created, will keep blogging.