Due to my extremely brave and heroic act I had to spend the month of March at DiDi’s place. Although I did try to go to college (amidst reports that my friend was leaving college and going back to Silchar for good!!) but after a few days the swelling increased which made it necessary and extremely important for me to bunk classes. Speculation did arise among some of my classmates about my broken arm, while others were busy writing their names on my plastered hand, but I put them to rest saying that it happened while I was trying to save a HIGHLAND LASS from a bunch of fiends. To tell the truth the first few days were not that bad infact they were great, I was getting attention( well deserved !!!) again and my slightest of request was carried out with the utmost precedence. But after a few days when the initial surge of anger had settled in I started to look at things from a different perspective. Suddenly smashing my hand in the wall for a looser made no sense at all and although I didn’t exactly cry over the fact that I had broken my arm, still I was sure I won’t do something like that ever again in my life even if I have to kill the other bustard. Since I had broken my right arm I found it very difficult to do two very important things in my life 1) Eating and 2) Cleaning my ass after poopy time( there I said it happy now!!!). My friends living back home or in other parts of the country had come to know about the incident and though they seemed unanimous about one fact that only I could have done something like this, they were also happy that I didn’t end up in jail. That was probably the first time I thought that my life though ordinary still encounters some extraordinary events in it and I should start keeping an account of them all, although writing a blog about it was not in my mind and only came to me at a later part of the year when suggested by my friend Sourav(ghosh). After three weeks I was almost down to begging for this to get over, the days had become weeks, the house a torture cell and the plaster in my hand a curse from an old witch whose daughter I might have fucked. Then came the dreaded day when I was supposed to get rid of the bloody plaster and once again would have my arm back all to myself but would you believe it, me and my darned luck, the doctor took an x-ray and told me that I was yet to recover and that the calcium deposit on my bone was not enough so he can’t open my plaster. I was asked to wait for another two weeks but after four days I became too restless so me and my jij(my brother-in-law) decided to open the damn thing ourselves, we took scissors and blades and used warm water and after a lot of scientific research and reasoning we finally managed to get my arm out of it. I noticed my arm had reduced to half its size, there was very little sensation in it, I felt even more uncomfortable without the plaster and felt as if I had lost a limb!!!