The butterfly effect ?

Kumar was to be in Chennai the next morning for a seminar, he booked the 6.30 bus and then his boss told him of a conference call with his clients at 6.00 pm.
He made arrangements to leave by the 8.30 bus.

Param slept early that night, mostly because there was no cricket/football match on TV and his brother's kid wanted to watch Jetix.

Vicky slept late because he watched 'Liar Liar' on his PC.

Param woke up at 7.15 am, 15 minutes earlier than usual. Vicky woke up at 8.45 am, 15 minutes later than usual.

I woke up at 8.00 am, too early by my standards and only because kumar wanted me to pick him up from the bus station. I was up and ready by 8.26 something else that wasn't me.

After waiting for a while for 'J', kumar started to walk.

I picked kumar on the way.

I went to buy some breakfast, while kumar got ready for his seminar. It was 9.20 when we finished our breakfast, I had convinced on of my friends to take kumar to the seminar.

Param reached office at 9.21 am, J and Vicky hadn't reached office yet.

Vicky called me at 9.29 and asked me come to a bike service centre to pick him because he was letting his bike for service.

Vicky reached the service centre at 9.50 am; it was a while before they took his bike for inspection.

I reached the service centre at 10.05 am, they were still inspecting Vicky's bike, it was 10.10 when we could leave.

Vicky was little too heavy for me but I rode my bike in spite of him wanting to.
Even as we were on our way a black pulsar overtook me, Vicky was laughing, I think more because my bike was only a month old and he has had one for two years now.

I told him it was a higher capacity vehicle and I was still on 40kmph limits.
And then the woman on a yellow 'sunny' over took us, Vicky was laughing a lot louder so much to my annoyance I pulled up the accelerator.

At 10.15 with no signs of J and Vicky, Param called J on his mobile.

My phone was ringing and I slowed down to stop, the woman on the yellow sunny overtook me again, I stopped to fiddle with my pockets and was at my accelerator again.

We were now on a flyover a few minutes away from office and the bike was now touching 55kmph, I hadn’t driven over this flyover before and the steep turn was having its effects.

With J was not picking up his phone, Param tried Vicky.

I tried to overtake a cab even as the turn was getting sharper on the flyover, another vehicle over took me from my right gently nudging my handle bar.

I felt Vicky bump over me even as we both skid on the tarred road.

Bruised all over my right side, I sat on this small platform on one side of the flyover as countless bikes over took us.

Some stopped to check if we needed help and most just gave us a weird 'Wat the @#$%' look.

Vicky's phone rang, it was Param and it was 10.17 am.