Kamal Haasan promised his fans on Twitter that he will write to tell them how he suffered a fracture on his right leg. On 14th July reports emerged that the actor slipped from his office stairs and hurt himself. But, it is not quite what we all thought happened. Kamal Haasan indeed fell from his office, which is also his residence, but he fell from his 3rd floor terrace! Nearly a 20 feet fatal fall! Here’s his first hand account of the incident!
The Fall And Rise
So, I guess on the 14 of July . I decided to go to my office at 10 pm . Not an everyday occurrence but nothing odd either. Gautami decided to play mom instead of my lover partner that night . She was not keen on that trip nor did she approve me going either. I climbed the steps of my Eldams road office, wondering if I should cut the tree branch which has taken advantage of my green world attitude and is cruelly weighing on my old office building. We don’t take care of nature , it takes care of us… if we don’t F around with it. I guess I was Fooling around with it 😉 . I went on to climb the stairs to the third floor thinking of my 3 films to be completed within 70 days of shooting . Our meticulous planning would make that possible, Just 45 days to go. If we pull it off it would be a new record at least in my company history. 3 full films in Hindi Tamil and Telugu. I had reached the 3rd floor of my 112 year old office building It belonged to my father, brothers and my only sister. Now to me. I saw G had sat down at the top of the flight of open stairs leading to the first floor , nose to her phone . Probably a video game or texting friends. She looked up ” Want me to come up ? she asked. Full of myself and my films I must have nodded. I could see her get up with a sigh in my perpheral vision. I walked across the large open terrace. My play ground , my danger lab My take off point of tarmac and cement for dreams of sex sex art and wealth. Where I played all the dangerous games for boys. I lived in this house since I was 5. I walked to the very back of the house and found that secret sunshade. The cement sunshade where, when I was 16 smoked cigarettes without my mom knowing . CIGARETTE SMOKING IS INJURIOUS TO HEALTH. (Sorry my central certification board meetings PTS) Back to: The vantage cement perch with a a view and a butt disposal facility . I can chuck my extinguished butts right into my neighbours back yard and exhibit A disappears
The poor teatotaler must have be studying for his, IAS exams while his parents,suspected him of smoking. The neighbor then ( House behind mine not beside.) is now my friend and will come to know of my little crimes only through this blog. He is an important Tamil writer and hence might understand the crude behavior of a character and let the character dictate instead of him . ( Sorry P.A.KI.-short for P.A Krishnan} Anyway that nostalgia perch had been of solace. Even when I decided on my divorce. without a cigarette .I had reduced smoking to almost stopping level after my mom was long gone. One of my favorite poems I wrote here . This special perch had spawned not only a smokers cough but also ideas . . I swung myself gently onto to the sinshade from the terrace which was 5 feet above it. My palms were placed firmly on the terrace to lower my weight like I were doing parallel bar dips . Only both my hands were in front of me. I gently dropped on the sunshade and my world changed I was falling .
My mind was quick. It had time to realize I was in terible danger Thats a lot of falling it thought . Oh you stupid fool. There goes all you r plan . Think what can you do. Franticallycurged thebrain Before it could hit upon a idea for survival I had hit the ground . I could hear my right shin bone crack . Oh! My spine next , I thought, when my body careened backwards. Well that is just a small fall yet, wont crack my spine. I sat with a thump on my coccyx and realized it was not that short a fall. Then my back hit the ground winding me. Silence . Why I fell i didn’t know then. No use thinking about it. Got to turn and get up . Turning was an effort my back near my L 4 5 6 or 3 Damn! It hurt. I managed to turn and not all of me turned with me My leg stayed behind in a funny angle but fully and painfully connected to me. I had enough wind to call out ” Gautami” the first attempt was like in the Inji iduppazhaga scene where the heroes wife tries to sing for her husband on her first night and only wind escapes her throat.
My second attempt though guttural and without panache , was a audible shout. she heard it. I could hear the panic in her voice . I tried saying I am here but my lung refused to cooperate with air to raise a voice. i was lying face down i gave up and ate some mud and tried to spit it out worked only partially. You needed the lung even to spit i thought I was thinking of the height i fell . Oh Shooot almost 20 feet without beds or air bags . Am I dying ? Once again i heard G shouting ” I am coming” in Telugu. Every man and woman to their tongue when in trauma. if I am dying what language would I talk to G. Oh shut up! I told the drama queen whom I chase away even when i am writing .
G was running towards me . Hope she doesn’t trip and fall in her panic. I was cursing myself for my carelessness pain was searing. fool fool I realized i was saying it loud . Is this what You wanted ? Gautami answered ” what i wanted ? I love you I said again loosing wind She kept repeating .in Teliugu.” Entandi idi”. Her voice was loosing pitch and swaying into a yodel of deep sorrow. “Call the ambulance” she shouted to some one. I could hear her shuddering sobs. My head was reeling now with pain . Wanting to make light of the situation and to divert her and my attention I said in Tamil. “Check my right leg”
Yeah to is broken …badly she said ” I knew my brave lady had returned . The daughter of two doctors was in character now. Pain and confidence returned . The hubris of being alive brought back my humor. What do you thing of the leg? Edit? I asked miming scissors with my fingers . G walked away with an angry grunt to see what’s being done about the ambulance. “Phone Appolo “she gave instructions.
Well I am alive but G did not find my humor tasteful . I didnt find all the sand I was gathering in my mouth tasteful either. I was slobbering though there was no blood . I checked. Back among the living!. But on what condition ? “Conditions apply my mind quicklyinterjected like an I nsurance advert. I must have slipped for a wee bit into unconsciousness. The ambulance had arrives and they were moving me and bringing back waves of pain. I did not have any wind left in me to scream or moan. All must have assumed I am a lion hearted iron man. With super high pain tolerance . my mind though was screaming . The ride to the hospital was event free but I fell every metre of the travel . I recognized every speed breaker with my spine and leg . I am not a regular blogger you see . So I will stop here ,assess and let you know of my Apollo adventure after seeing reactions of friends who care . Won’t pursue if it sounds silly and tedious to them I wrote assuming they would like to hear. I have lot of writing to do . If this writing is not appreciated I better go back to where it is . Got 2 new scripts to finish.
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