We live to die. A fact one cannot deny or decry.
Life moves on ineluctably thus cannot be arrested or released at will. Life is a journey of strife beset with challenges every now and then.
you need to cross over the boulders , overcome the hurdles and make it smoother by actions ,right ones, correct decisions ,and right attitude . Once faced boldly it becomes harbinger of happiness and prosperity.
A concerted effort making things to happen the way you would love to see your life moving with pleasure than pain.
Way back in early 1970’s I happened to work as Quality assurance Manager in a Glass company in Pimpri Pune .
One fine morning our M.D. Mr Agarwal called me in his office ,and after making me to sit comfortably, said softly
“ Kaul being my best man I need your help to straighten things in our glass plant at Rishikesh .”
After a pause for a second he continued “we are not getting good production there both quantity as well as quality .
Due to bad quality the consignments get rejected. With your expertise and experience I want you to proceed to Rishikesh immediately to set the things right.”
“ there is my Manager Mr Thadani he will give you all assistance .” He said with an air of finality.
“ I have some questions sir ” I said a bit nervously.
“Yes tell me” Mr Agarwal said firmly.
“Sir I have heard Mr Thadani is not a good man. Will he cooperate with me.” I asked timidly.
“He is my Manager .I have directed him to listen to you and your expertise.” He retorted angrily. “You will report to me directly and send me production quality reports daily through telegrams . I am giving you a letter and give it to Thadani. Do not worry. I trust you and God will guide you .”
“Meet Kane , Plant Manager in his office, he will do the needful for your travel etc” He concluded the meeting affectionately reassuring me about his support to me.
In a huff I went straight to see my friend Tapkir , Mould Manager and we discussed at length the pros and cons of my conversation with M.D MR Agarwal.
“ you cannot do much than to proceed quietly. It may open new vistas for your future. Who knows.” Mr Tapkir said confidently.
So mentally prepared I decided to move to Rishikesh .
On 16th july 1974 Pune looked gorgeous with drizzling all along and the green verdure on the hills surrounding the city, was really a delight to watch. I developed a strange close association with this beautiful city .Ipromised with myself if God wishes I would like to come again to reside in this city of love and compassion.
I boarded a Taxi for Mumbai with other three passengers from Taxi stand and we zoomed on in the wet rainy weather. The downpour was incessant since last night and the sky overcast with dark clouds. The Sun was seen nowhere .
The taxi driver was tall burly sikh , very affable but talkative. He was casting furtive glances intermittently, talking consistently .one of my fellow passenger warned him to drive carefully in this inclement weather.” Hello sardarji drive carefully as the roads are slippery” he said sounding scared and anxious.
“ no worry sir keep cool .” the sikh driver retorted back.
He drove off without caring a hoot for the aggrieved passenger.
The rains were profusely pouring and pouring ,the hill tops covered with green carpets exhibiting a bewitching spectacle all around. There were a number of waterfalls gushing water into deep ravines down.
No sooner we crossed the plains and moved into Ghat area the driver took a sharp turn to negotiate the bend ,lost control of the stirring wheels and inched down the ravine close by . The door flung open I somersaulted out on to the green patch some two three feet down from the highway.
I watched the taxi going down the ravine into the gorge deeper in a great awe.
As providence would have it I escaped unhurt not even a bruise anywhere.
The crowd came in twos threes ,helped me to safety on the main road . one of them offered me water,the other a cup of tea, and said “ Thank God you are safe. Do you want to go to Mumbai.”
“ Yes I have to go to Mumbai to catch a train for Rishikesh”
I replied gasping for breath.
“My suitcase with clothes , bag etc gone . The ticket for onward journey was in my upper pocket ,lost somewhere ” I replied in a state of delirium.
I rummaged into my inner small pocket of my Pantaloon and found my money safe. “God is great” I murmurred to myself.
The good men arranged a lift for me to Mumbai in a private car and I reached safely Mumbai.
“ will you sir drop me near Railway station so that I could board the onward train.” I pleaded to the car owner.
“yes no problem. You also buy some new shirt as the one you are wearing is torn and dirty .” He said nonchalantly.
I went to the railway Manager explained the predicament I was in and he managed to issue me ticket to Hardwar , the nearest station to Rishikesh.
I boarded the Train finally for onward journey to my destination.
I had nightmares about the horrible accident ,woke up twice during the night ,crying. The other passengers looking surprised.
I closed my eyes determined to empty my mind of everything and went into a deep slumber at last.
Next morning the train chugged on to the Hardwar Railway station and I thanked God to be alive to live up to the expectations of my M.D Mr Agarwal.
Interestingly later on after a month or so to my surprise I received an envelop containing letter from the Taxi driver followed by M.O for Rs 65 / towards the encashment of my ticket he managed to collect from the accident scene.
His exemplary sincerity and honesty stunned me but also felt proud to see India living and thriving on due to the good deeds of such noble unknown souls.