It was a Saturday. Office was supposed to be half a day. The
so called “half day”. My previous
company The Hindu, had this ridiculous way of fooling the employees that they are
supposed to work only for half a day on Saturdays by allowing the employees to
leave only one hour before the usual time. And in-turn the employees used to
fool the company by not even working half of what they usually worked. So on
one such Saturday, I planned impromptu to go on a short trip all by myself. I
like to use the word impromptu but actually the trip was planned two days
prior. Location chosen was Udaipur, City of lakes. Also coz it was hometown of
one of my best friend, Raghuveer Singh Lodha. “I know, the name sounds like someone royal, right??
That’s why I call him rags. This de-royals him enough to be my bets frnds”. Before going to Udaipur I always thought of it
to be city of dessert and after visiting it, I would always remember it as a city
of beautiful girls. But the main thing about that trip was that it was jinxed
from beginning with lots of misadventures, near death experiences and above all
to be remembered as one of my most memorable trips ever.
So coming back to the “you-make-me-I-make-you-fool” Saturday
of The Hindu. After lunch all seniors used to have a conference call meeting. I
slipped out of the office the moment they started the meeting. I know it was
not a college, but that’s how I was at my first job, carefree. It was raining
heavily outside. Did not expect it to. Hence my ordeal began the moment I stepped
out of office. Now with a heavy luggage and a namesake windcheater, I faced the
heavy rain in the hope that somehow I would manage to keep myself dry from tip
to toe. After some 15 min, I was all wet.
I completed the hour
and a half long journey to reach Borivli Bus stand from where I had to board my
pre booked bus to Udaipur. Even though wet, the happiness of reaching on time
made me forget the harsh time rain had showered on me, literally. I entered the
bus tour office only to realize that I had forgotten to carry the money I had
kept aside for this trip at my home. I so wished at that moment that if only I
had a nagging wife who would have reminded me to take the cash. Never mind. Anyways,
you don’t get into bigger trouble to avoid smaller ones, do you? So after
forgetting to carry the cash, now I only had to find an ATM and get the money.
Mission scout-search-locate-withdraw began. You know guys, in life in later stage;
we come to realize that those so called 5 min tasks usually take 20 to 30 min.
Like “hey, just 5 min, I will have a shower and have my breakfast”. Or say,”
hey, just give me 5 min to complete XYZ report” etc etc. So that day I realized
that so called searching an ATM at unknown place in heavy rain with an equally
helpless rickshaw guy is NOT AT ALL a 5 min job. It took me a good half an hour
and I missed my bus.
Now all the buses were full. So the look on my face when I
got a single ticket in a sleeper coach bus was same as that of bride on her
wedding day. Emotionally happy. The bus came and I just grabbed my seat cum
bed. It’s was a sleeper coach bus you see. So now almost evening and my journey
begins to the land of beautiful girls, I mean Udaipur. At around 10:30, the bus
reaches some place in Gujarat and halts for the usual refreshment break. After
dinner there I return back to my seat only to find a couple loitering on my
seat. With extreme curiosity, I ask them to find their own seat. But they claim
it to be their seat and a chaos erupts. The cleaner who doubles up as a
conductor, came to resolve the issue. The couple immediately produced their set
of tickets. When its my turn to do the same, as luck would have it, I lost my
ticket. Till this day, I term that situation as the biggest coincidences of my life.
Look at it this way. Conductor sitting in Borivili issue 2 tickets for the same
seat. Coincidentally one was issued to me. And even bigger coincidence, I lost
that ticket at a crucial moment when the fate of the seat was to be decided.
Now I am on this bus without a ticket in the middle of a town in Gujarat at 11 pm.
It’s a bad situation.
The driver was a genuine guy and he accepted the error of
double booking. He allowed me to sit besides him till he could arrange for another
seat. And it took 3 hours for another seat to get vacant. Guys, but those 3
hours were undoubtedly an awesome experience. Reason: looking at the road from a
drivers perspective. We hardly get time to look at daily mundane jobs from
perspective of people who make them happen day in day out. Like, train driver,
air hostess, teacher, gym instructor, mall sales person and all. The life is
too short to try to fit in everyone’s shoes. But all we need is a perspective.
The open wide highway road, the relentless quest to overtake every vehicle
ahead of you, the music from cassette player drifting across to keep you alert
and the funny stupid conversations with the cleaner. I made few friends and
that’s all you need on a trip. After 3 hours, I finally got a seat and just
crashed on the bed. I hope you haven’t forgotten that it was a sleeper coach
bus. “warna fat se dialogue aayega, yeh bus mein bed kaha se aaya?” Next
morning the first view of a beautiful rocky mountain through the bus window. I
leaned my body out of the bus window and wanted to scream “HURREY” at top of my
voice. Then refrained from it as it looks good only in movies. But still I
leaned out of the window and screamed in my mind. But that day I realized that leaning
out of any bus window on a highway is a bad idea. The realization happened 3
hours later when I reached my friends place all covered in dirt on my face. The
moment I reached my friends place, I noticed that his house was filled with
relatives. Ofcourse they were not there to welcome me. Wish they were actually
not there. Coz I was at my shabbiest best. But later on I realized an even
bigger goof up. It was as if it was a day of realizations. Will come to it
later though.
Now one thing I would tell about myself. And I will be
frank. I HATE DOG. The HATE word can very well be replaced by FEAR. Meri faat
ti hai boss. Ekdum. My friends are live witness and testimony of the fact that
I have danced on sofa, only because I was hell scared of the Pomeranian puppy
on the floor. That’s the level of scariness I am talking about. So when I
reached my friends place, I froze in horror on seeing a giant German shepherd
growling and showing his teeth to me. Rather he should have been happy that GOD
has sent him a live chewing toy. But he was growling. And that was enough to
make me say a small good bye note to all the people I loved, ask GOD for
forgiveness for all the sins I committed and picturised one last time how
beautiful this world is. But my friend Rags, owner of the dog, came to the
rescue. And that was the only moment ever when I did not take him for granted
at all. Rest of the time you know how best friends are supposed to be taken for
granted. For the rest of my stay, I had to continuously endure the thought of
being bitten/ chewed/ attacked/ mauled/ torn apart/ eaten live etc etc by a
German Shepherd. As I entered the house past that “dinosaurous” German shepherd,
I was to find out another big blooper of the trip. Remember people, when I
mentioned earlier about lots of relatives at my friends place. They were
actually there for my friend’s birthday. The Birthday which I had so
categorically forgotten. And after travelling for 12 hours had landed at his
house on his birthday without “ANY GIFT”. Now that’s a goof up you would want
to avoid in your lifetime.
Post the dog terror, public
embarrassment and personal guilt feeling, I settled in my friend’s room. Had
the much need bath and relaxed. My friend has very beautifully decorated houses
I have been to. This has nothing to do with the blog subject, but I am sure my
friend will feel happy reading this expression of admiration. One more step
towards forgiveness for forgetting his birthday. So back to the story. Post the
welcome session and moments of relaxation, it was soon lunch time. Oh ya..
Lunch se yaad aaya, I must say one thing, the so called “Dal Bati Choorma”, the
famous Rajasthani dish, is way too over hyped.
Now time to explore the city. Now when you are in one of the
most beautiful cities in India, what do you do? Try to see maximum of the city
beauty, ideally on a bike or something, right? But this doesn’t hold true in
case of two young lads who were at peak of their hormonal effects. Definitely
we took our 150 cc bike but only to chase around the 80 cc ones. And that’s the
beauty we tried to see all day long. And that’s the case in whichever city you
are in. The routine was set. And I loved it. Ofcourse city tour was one of the
agendas too. Udaipur is a city of lakes. I being from Mumbai, a city which has
view of untamed wild water body in the form of sea, the soothing calm beauty of
lakes was completely mersmerising. And the Palaces, being in Udaipur, one is
sure to end up in city palace. The sweet shops, having a sweet tooth I just
hogged on them. The vibrant colours which the city is draped in, the rich
cultural heritage the city encompasses, the narrow swift lanes and bylanes and carvings and artistic nature of every
building gives Udaipur all together a heritage royal feel which altogether have
a different charismatic experience as compared to the concrete jungle of high
rises, I come from. Just didn’t feel like coming back.
During one such day of doing nothing much, me and Raghu were
driving in his vintage car. “I have to term his Padmini Premier as Vintage. Who
has it these days, except the taxi guys” So 2 “not so” royal lads in “not so”
vintage car, (now the interesting part) following 2 chicks on a scooty. Udaipur
being a small city, you tend to encounter same faces every now and then. So we
had been following these 2 chicks for quite a few hours and were a bit optimistically
hopeful too. And then the blooper happens. We decided to take a short cut to
encounter them head on with hopes of exchanging actual smileys. Not the virtual
ones which kids these days are used too. (Kids now days will put scores of
smiley on whats app and FB, but will go stark blank when meeting face to face.
Also their LOL’s are only alphabets coz I hardly see people laugh out loud who do
maximum use of LOL. Strange) So back to the story. We encounter the chicks head-on
for obvious reasons. Our car and their scooty cross paths. And suddenly there
is sound of a splash. It was a rainy season and raghu forgot to notice a pool
of water on the road. The after effect of this splash left the girls all wet. Shit.
I could see my optimistically hopeful chances getting vanished into the thin
air. And then came a wave of curses/ bad words. Never ever in my life have I
experienced such bad words from the fairer sex. All we could do was to race
ahead with full throttle and the 2 “not so polite” girls screaming at the top
of their voice. We didn’t venture out for the rest of the evening. But decided
to have dinner outside. Only to realize later that staying at home would have
been a better idea.
We went for dinner at a local restaurant. Decent one. The
restaurant was jam packed and so we had to share our table with another 2
gentlemen, typical practice in India. I must mention that people to the north
of India are loud during their conversation. So were the 2 gentlemen. Little
did this fact help us in having a peaceful dinner. We were subjected to topics
ranging from one guys financial crisis to second guys marital crisis. We had
our sympathies with both but more for the guy troubled by his wife and in-laws.
I thought that this nuisance was pretty ok as compared to the incident that
happened in the afternoon. And then suddenly to our horror, the fan attached to
the adjacent wall came crashing right on to our table. With plates being
flunged here and there, glass of water getting spilled on the table, wetting
our clothes, we still had smiles on our faces, because of the realisation that
we were so close to getting seriously injured on head or shoulder and we got saved.
The hotel authorities did apologise profusely, but we just wanted to finish the
dinner and leave. And we did just that, with thought of heading straight home
for we did not want any further mis adventure. But it’s funny how we encounter
situations on paths we take to avoid them in the first place. And that’s what
happened in next 10 min with another near death experience.
As soon as we came out of the restaurant, Raghu interrupted
me with option of having a pan. I waited, thought over it and then negated the option
and we headed straight for our bike. We got on the bike, kick started it, and
were about to zoom by. All this while I was sitting pillion and was gazing at
one of the cow strolling on the road a little ahead of us. A very common site
in small cities in India. From my vantage point, I could see that after
starting on our bike, we would cross the strolling cow at 90 degree and with
just the enough speed, would narrowly cross just before we collide with the
animal. A fairly routine thing for motorists on junctions, crossing with
animals, people or other vehicles at 90 degrees with fair manipulation to
either go first or go later depending on each other’s relative speed. “I hope I
am not sounding like I am explaining a chapter of physics here”. But just
trying to give an exact picture of the whole scenario. Because what happened
next was shit scary hilarious experiences. Our bike was about to cross the cow.
And suddenly out of nowhere, a mighty strong muscled bull came charging from
behind the cow and mounted her with the same momentum with both his front legs
on the cow’s back. For all the non science students, who are still clueless of what
I am talking about, the bull was trying to mate with the cow. But such was the
force of this testosterone charged animal that the cow and the bull hurtled
past us in front with the tail of the bull brushing on Raghu’s face. If our
bike would have been a little more ahead of where it was at that moment, we
would have got trampled by both the cow and the bull. And I am sure the bull
would have given a damn about it. Coz all his mind was thinking about at that
time was “you know it”. With enough crap incidents which happened on that day,
I rightfully presumed that my quota of misadventures was over. And all that I was
left with was peaceful holiday experience. But life is a result of endless
permutations and combinations. And sometimes all worst combination is delivered
in same trip.
Next day it was same lovely routine of endless chasing
through lanes and bylanes of the royal city. Evenings were strictly reserved
for sitting by the lake fatesagar and sensible (mostly senseless) introspection
of our lives. No sage, psychologist or for that matter God himself can sort the
complexities of your life the way a best friend does. Coz they explain you things
with weird logic's, and when the logic's fail, they batter you with words, curse
you and even beat you to make you understand. But you know it’s worth it. And
how can I not mention the gossips. It’s said that only girl’s gossip. But the
fact is I feel guys gossip a lot more. The only thing that makes guy-gossips
not so girlie gossip is the topics. We guys gossip about hardcore facts. “No
pun intended”. For example, we gossip about cars, bikes. What manipulation can
you do in those facts? We gossip about girls and their statistics which are
visible. So what manipulation can someone bring in those. But girlie-gossips
revolve around people’s behavior, style, fashion etc. These topics are never
too well defined with constant factor of subjectivity. Hence they irritate. At
least to “hardcore facts” loving guys.
So one such late evening of introspection and gossiping
around Lake Fatesagar, we decided to return to my friend’s place which is very
close to lake. We were also discussing about a secluded spot on the other end
of the lake named “Rani Road” which we decided to just zoom by on our bike.
“BTW, what were the locals thinking before keeping such a fishy name”. Anyways,
so we headed towards that road and after a good amount of ride, reached there.
Now remember the logic given by Columbus when he wanted to discover India.
Since the earth is round, go around in opposite direction and one can still
reach India. Similar logic struck us and we decided that if Rani Road is around
the border of the lake, we should reach Raghu’s place within few minutes if we
keep on moving ahead in the same direction. So with a bike which was already on
reserve for the whole day, we merrily started going ahead on the road
notoriously famous for thugs, robbery, rapes, bad road and no street light at
all. (And it was a pitch dark). But these factors didn’t bother us as by our
calculation, it was going to be a merry ride of just little over 10 min. AND IT
WAS NOT.
So while on the bike, in that chilled night on Rani Road,
Raghu started narrating incidents for which the Road is famous for. And in full
detailed version, he told me about how motorists were killed by robbers for
money, road accidents in which cars just rammed bikers and went, of how thugs
would stop bikers with barricades and go away with bike leaving people in
middle of nowhere, incidents of rapes
etc etc. The blabbering went on and I kept on listening. Then came the stories
of ghosts. Slowly and steadily, both the listener and the narrator were getting
gripped by fear of unknown. And then suddenly and simultaneously it occurred to
us that we had been riding for more than 20 min. And still no end of the road was
to be seen even far away. The area was pitch dark with only the headlight of
the bike to show the way ahead. Not a single car had passed us for last 15 min.
And not a single light to be seen till our eyes stretched. Now the possibility
was either we had got on the wrong path or that we had HIGHLY miss calculated
the diameter of the lake. Now going back could have been disastrous as we were
least sure about the fuel we had in our bike. We needed the bike running to get
us out of that place and also headlight switched on. Darkness was scary. So at
that time the last thing we would have wanted would be for the bike engine to
cease running. AND THE ENGINE STOPPED.
We freaked. Scared out of hell. A stalled bike, pitch dark location,
chilled atmosphere, constant fear of unknown treat, no network in cellphones
and no help in sight. Fatt gayi boss. Literally. Me and my friend took turns to
kick start the bike. And like a silver lining in a dark sky, the bike just
started in one of the kicks. The only thing I remember after hearing that sweetest
sound of start of engine was zooming on that Rani road with full speed and wind
in our hair. The idea was simply to reach maximum distance before the bike gets
stalled again. But luckily after more 10 min of speeding, we were on a familiar
road within city limited again. That was a big relief and big adventure too.
(Which was so close to miss adventure)
During the whole trip, there were many more non mentionable miss adventures. And I guess biggest was waiting to happen at the end. Like an
icing on the cake. It was my last day of stay in Udaipur. With a great farewell
and due adieu to Raghus lovely parents and not so great adieu to Raghu’s
monstrous dog, I headed to bus stand on Raghus bike. The bike was comfortably
carrying the load of 2 guys and my 2 bags, one backpack and another small hand
bag. As usual I was late. Being late being my trade mark. So we were speeding.
On the way I decided to withdraw some cash from an ATM. Stopped at one and it
was a quick process , not like the one in Borivili during the start of the
journey. We were back on the road towards the bus stand and reached there just
in time. With my heartfelt bye to Raghu, I boarded the bus. This time the seat
was pre booked without any margin for error. Reached my seat and followed the
usual protocol of keeping the hand bag at one corner. And then I realized that
something was missing. OH GHOSH!! My backpack which was carrying my camera (
with photos of the whole trip), my wallet (with all the essential crap), my
souvenirs etc. How could I be so dumb to have forgotten the backpack in the ATM
is till today a puzzle to me? I reached out of the bus window and in a panic
mode, shouted at Raghu the distress situation. And in no time he was gone to
fetch the bag on his bike. His disappearing figure was like that of a batman on
his bike zooming on for a mission. Mission to retrieve the bag. That is, if it
was still there in the ATM. Who would not want to take away a bag with camera
and wallet and gifts? But my last realization of the trip in Udaipur was that
in smaller cities, less people use the ATM as compared to bigger cities.
Atleast that was the case I would like to believe. Coz the bag was still there.
And waiting at the bus stand with guilt of having been so careless and contemplating
the implications of this loss, I was on cloud nine when I saw Raghu coming
towards bus stand, riding the bike with one hand and holding the bag high with
another to showcase the victory of the mission. That scene simply got inscribed
on my mind for ever.
Later on after many years , I realized that more that the
happiness of not losing my bag that day, my happiness was more because of coincidence
which turned that disastrous moment into a sweet laughable moment. And that
trip to Udaipur was full of such coincidences which turned many would-be
disastrous moments into sweet memories. I guess that’s all we need and expect
out of any trip. That the usual itenary would somehow turn out to be full of
surprises and we would have the experience of our lifetime.