1/5 Ananya G. 7 months ago on Google
IF
YOU
WANT
TO
LIVE,
DON’T
GO
TO
THIS
MALL
I
used
to
go
to
this
mall
every
day
to
visit
the
gym
on
the
second
floor.
It
was
a
usual
Friday
for
me,
but
I
did
not
know
that
it
will
change
my
life
forever.
I
was
coming
out
of
the
basement
and
on
the
ramp
between
the
basement
one
and
the
ground
floor
as
I
turned
my
scooter,
there
was
a
oil
spill
there
and
I
slipped
and
the
scooter
went
to
the
right
and
I
landed
on
my
left
forearm.
Immediately
I
heard
the
crunching
sound
of
my
own
bones
breaking.
It
was
an
excruciating
pain.
Obviously
I
screamed,
and
a
lot
of
people
gathered,
among
which
the
mall
security
guards
were
also
present.
Some
of
them
helped
me
reach
the
nearest
hospital
and
the
female
security
guard
stayed
with
me
till
my
relatives
reached
there.
She
was
very
kind
and
supportive
and
her
name
is
Malathi.
When
me
and
my
father
went
to
the
mall
the
next
day
to
pick
up
my
scooter,
the
Manager
informed
us
that
the
oil
spill
was
a
regular
occurrence.
There
is
some
sort
of
garbage
truck,
which
spills
that
oil
every
day
and
it’s
a
known
event.
Some
of
their
security
guards
have
also
slipped
and
fell
because
of
that
oil
spill
which
happens
regularly.
One
of
them
also
had
to
get
some
sort
of
surgery
for
his
thigh
bone.
I
was
fortunate
enough
to
have
health
insurance,
but
what
about
those
people?
And
in
my
case
also,
despite
the
insurance
I
had
to
pay
around
40-50
K
from
my
pocket.
We
went
to
the
exact
spot
where
I
fell
and
my
father
immediately
remarked
that
the
tiles
there
were
not
antiskid
and
they
were
very
slippery.
The
mall
still
had
not
put
up
any
sort
of
warnings
about
the
oil
or
any
orange
traffic
cones
when
the
oil
has
not
been
cleaned
up.
That
day
I
was
into
much
pain
and
my
recovery
was
more
important
to
me
so
we
went
back
home.
We
went
to
Medanta
and
the
doctor
there
informed
us
that
I
had
to
get
surgery
and
put
two
plates
in
because
the
bones
were
completely
broken
and
plaster
won’t
heal
that.
I
was
devastated.
The
amount
of
physical
pain
that
I
went
through
is
unimaginable.
And
then
there
were
mental,
logistical,
financial,
social
implications
as
well.
I
got
admitted
two
days
after
that
and
had
my
surgery.
They
have
put
in
2
titanium
plates
in
my
arm
which
will
stay
there
lifelong.
And
the
recovery
period
is
two
months.
It’s
been
15
days
since
the
surgery
today
and
every
day
every
moment
I
am
in
so
much
pain,
irritation
and
frustration.
After
things
had
settled
down
a
bit,
my
mother
and
sister
went
to
the
mall
to
speak
about
this
and
their
response
was
that
I
was
speeding
and
that
is
why
I
fell.
It
was
a
basement
and
it
had
a
turn,
how
much
speed
could
I
have
been
in?
And
moreover,
as
my
mother
countered
who
saw
that
I
was
speeding
or
not,
they
all
came
running
to
me
when
I
screamed
after
I
fell.
So
instead
of
sympathising
or
doing
something
about
the
problem
or
offering
any
sort
of
assurance
that
they
will
take
steps
to
ensure
that
this
does
not
happen
in
the
future,
they
chose
to
blame
the
victim.
The
victim
being
a
female
driver
didn’t
help
my
case.
So
in
conclusion,
if
you
want
to
save
your
life,
don’t
go
to
this
mall
