I was travelling from Gangorti to
Netala in a shared taxi. I was about to reach Netala in 15 minutes. They closed
the door of ashram at 5:30 p.m. My watch was showing 5:09 p.m. I was relaxed,
as I would reach there on time, as the taxi was moving with a decent speed on
hills.
The taxi slowed down, I could see
buffalo herd in front of it. The herd was quite big. The taxi driver blew horn
but the buffaloes kept moving with their pace without giving way to the taxi. The
taxi owner blew horn continuously, moved his head out of the taxi window and
shouted on his high pitch to buffalo owner to goad the buffaloes to one side of
road and to make way for the vehicle. Very slowly, the owner goaded them that
consumed about 7- 10 minutes of my precious time. The vehicle moved ahead and
took its speed. I was calculating the time that I might not be able to reach
early but would manage sharply at 5:30 p.m.
The taxi slowed down again and this
time an ocean of sheep was ahead of us. The herd owner goaded the animals but
they were jumping here and there, making almost impossible for the vehicle to
move. Taking all the precautions, the taxt driver moved the vehicle very slowly
without hurting innocent little creatures. This also consumed another 10 golden
minutes of my life.
The taxi halted on the spot where I
had to get down. The taxi owner climbed the roof of taxi to untie the rope and
handed the heavy and bulky baggage to me. I was carrying a jacket in my hand
and a polythene bag containing apples in another. All of a sudden, it started
raining heavily. I took out the umbrella from my bag and opened it. I gave the
money to taxi owner and ran downhill towards the ashram, carrying all the
things in my hand and bag on my back. The polythene bag was not of good
quality, could not hold the weight of apples, tore apart in the mid of road, apples
scattered all over the way and a few rolled down far away. A villager saw this,
came forward to help me. He gathered all the apples, gave them to me and I
stuffed them in my bag which was already full. I walked rather almost ran
towards the main gate of ashram. Alas! The gate was locked. What should I do
now? I could easily jump that small gate but with the bulky luggage I found
it difficult. I could not see anyone nearby whom I could request to open it. If
I didn’t get in the ashram where I would spend the night, was the biggest
question that was haunting my mind. There were many cheap hotels in Netala but
which one was good and safe; I didn’t have an iota of knowledge about that. It
was raining and I was sweating!
My presence of mind guided me that
there was one more gate to enter the ashram, might be that was open or I could
request someone there. I ran hurriedly towards that door, my jacket fell from
my hand. I quickly picked it up and ran again. I reached in the front of that
back gate. I felt relieved there was no lock on it. I moved the latch of the
gate silently, taking every caution not to make noise. A student was sitting on
the stairs saw me, he shouted and asked me to come from the main gate. Without
wasting a second I was in the ashram premises, I ignored him, walked a couple
of steps, threw my baggage, jacket and shoes near the dustbin in the veranda of
ashram and ran towards the Director’s office to get myself registered for the
course.