It was the year 1989 , I was 13 years old and few months ...That day of August, Mumbai , had 3 guys taken to the hospital, Myself from Matunga ,One from Vasai and One from Thane...

I survived while other two were soon dead...The multiple fractures and dislocated wrists (both hands) told the whole story...

Its a fantastic moment while we decide to have fun by climbing up the pyramid to go for the dahi handi..but if anything goes wrong the consequences are very very bad..Not to mention the agony and pain of the family members..I never realised before that incident how mischevious I must have been ..I almost put my family in disarray.. Hospital , Police , Surgical operations and pain killers are the only memories that I recollect from that incident..I was on bed for more than 45 days..both hands fractured badly and plastered ,missed school and gave only pain to my Mom and dad..

Now I laugh on the incident..Just because I survived , I guess...!! I sometimes think of the other two and feel the remorse...

Every Janmashtmi , I quietly pick up the newspaper without anybody knowing and go through the casualties of the day..It never seems to end..

My best guess is that i survived for a better purpose and to tell this story to all the govinda's who face the same risk every year..

http://timesofindia.indiatimes.com/city/mumbai/1-dies-225-hurt-in-dahi-handi-revelry/articleshow/15442166.cms