The Bathroom Singer's Accident

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Ever since I can remember, I have always had a passion to sing in the shower. I can pride myself on being a professional bathroom singer. The minute I enter the bathroom, the blue tiled floor and walls transform into a grand stage. The buckets and wall mounted cabinets become my fans. With a shampoo bottle in hand, I belt out my most favourite songs, even occasionally strumming my air- guitar during performances. 

When I was little, I would take a minimum of 45 minutes to have a bath. Look, I don't know about you, but I surely take my singing seriously. You cannot expect me to perform just one song and be done with my show! There have to be at least five songs, if not more and each song has to be delivered with equal enthusiasm and extravaganza. If I do decide to perform slow songs, then I most definitely need to express the raw emotions of the song. 

Famous artists were not spared from such mishaps, and neither was I, a mere bathroom singer. 

It was a cool night in the month of January, 2009. On that fateful night, I decided to perform the classic, 'Oh My Darling, Clementine'*. There is a line in the song that goes, "Ruby lips above the water, blowing bubbles soft and fine", so I thought, Hey! why not act that out? 

I knelt down next to my bucket full of water, on the bathroom floor and began "blowing bubbles, soft and fine", on the surface of the water in the bucket. Dramatic, I know. I did that for around five minutes and when I finally thought it was enough, I pulled my head up. To my bad luck I did not realise that I was right below the tap. So as I pulled back my head, I ended up hitting it on the tap. To my surprise, it did not really hurt that much. I assumed there would be a bump and that would be it. I decided to run my fingers on the "bump" to see how big it was. When I reached the centre of my scalp, my finger did not brush any bump, instead it dipped inside a "hole" and when I looked at my finger, it was covered in blood! There was a hole in my head!! I felt as if the hole was deep enough for me to reach my brain. My first reaction was, 'Oh No! What do I do? I went weak in the knees and I did the first thing that came to my mind, I flung open the bathroom door, ran into the kitchen (about four steps from the bathroom), looked at my mother and yelled, "I banged my head on the tap, there's a hole in my head!!"(Incase you are wondering, yes I had nothing on, but I was an eight year old with a "hole" in my head, so I really did not care about that then!) My mother very calmly yet quickly ran over to me, took me to the bathroom, grabbed a towel, dried me off, put my clothes on, took me back to the kitchen and sat me down on a chair. While asking me what exactly had happened, she also proceeded to inspect the "hole" in order to decide what was best thing that could be done for it. 

To her relief, what I claimed to be a deep "hole", was luckily just a cut. She gave me a dose of injury drops, which has a certain amount of alcoholic content. Within minutes I had completed forgotten about my head and was cracking jokes and giggling away to glory, so if you ask me what exactly my mother did to the cut, I honestly don't quite remember. After the effects had worn out, I received a mini scolding from her. She probably went easy on me since she assumed I had already learnt my lesson and been through enough.

After that night, I really thought that I would never perform again, but I stayed strong, a mere mishap could not shake me. Within a couple of nights, I returned to my "stage" and from then on, I delivered performance after performance. However, the one thing I never did again was "blow bubbles, soft and fine".

*The song is about a miner who had a nine year old daughter. The girl unfortunately drowned after falling into brine because the father could not swim.