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THE CUSTODIAN

31 Oct

stuck in avalancheThe Custodian

The Custodian

It was the worst trip of my life. My guardian angel was working over time battling some ancient curse which was determined to end my young life or so it seemed.

I was a marketing executive touring Himachal, when electrifying news from Delhi that my imminent parenthood is getting pre-poned by a fortnight and if I did not rush back, would miss the most significant event of my life. So, I decided that economizing be dammed bought an air ticket to Delhi.

The day dawned with terrible weather & the flight from Delhi which was to take me back to the most anticipated event of my life was getting delayed. My frustrating visit was shared by two anxious co- passengers, a punjabi fellow salesman and a gujrati

realtor.

The Punjabi gentleman in his eagerness to meet targets, had missed his previous marriage anniversary โ€“ his first & missing his second, he feared might make him single again. He was cursing the weather for ruining his marriage.

Mehtabhai having concluded some business in HP was keen to return to a property deal and delay would cause losses which was like losing a limb to him. To our combined horror, it was announced that the flight from Delhi could not land & has flown back & we should try our luck the next day.

We three then decided to en- cash our tickets & hire a taxi at whatever rates available, to be shared by us,three desperate people. That way, we could hope to reach next morning.

As we started negotiations, a young lady approached us and requested that we let her be the fourth passenger. Gallantry & economy ensured we agree & convinced a taxi to brave the weather for a small fortune ,relieved that we would be reaching Delhi soon. But weather & fate had other plans. A few miles from Bhunter, we were jolted by a crashing sound & saw the horrifying site of the hillside slowly collapse on the road, some boulders narrowly missing our vehicle.

The unnerved driver refused to proceed, offering us a ride back to town & when we refused returned our money and left us stranded by the roadside. The lady too against our advise, threw her lot with us. She confided that she had with great difficulty convinced her parents to bless her engagement with a man from another community and the date set was tomorrow. Missing it she was convinced would leave her no option but to choose between family & beau, a choice she dreaded.

So we waited for the road to be cleared, while trying to hitch lifts from the stranded trucks on the road. We finally convinced a very merry gentleman driving a fruit laden truck who had been making good use of the forced break journey by fortifying himself with liquid sustenance.

On our anxious inquiries about his ability to drive, he assured us he did not intend to but hand over the wheel to his apprentice, while he enjoyed- well deserved siesta on the cabin roof. So the four of us squeezed into the cabin, the proximity being uncomfortable for the lady and guiltily pleasurable mixed with discomfort for us three. We were reconciled to finally reaching our destination late and exhausted but in time to avoid our personal disasters but the amount was not a spent force yet. A few hours later just as it was getting dark, we were dozing aff & so was our designated driver. Speeding around a bend, he noticed when it was too late, another truck hurtling around the same bend from opposite direction. There was no time to brake, so he swerved left sitting by the window, I could see the truck veer inexorably towards the gorge to our left & felt the wheels slip off the road. The moment is indelibly frozen in my memory. It seemed to be happening in slow motion. The truck was slowly toppling left into the gorge. My mind was absolutely clear. We were going to die. My companions, jolted out of a doze had not quite realized what was happening. The adhoc driver was trying to jump off the truck on to the road. But my life was not flashing before my eyes as it was supposed to. My only thoughts were 1. I will not see my child. 2. How will my wife bring up the child all alone?

But my guardian angel had not called it a day either. Instead of a free fall into the void, the truck stopped with a huge thump. There was a six feet ledge of terraced cultivation, six inches below road level. The truck was stuck, veering crazily in a small field of maize. Shocked out of the daze, we all scrambled out of the Drivers side, shaken and stirred but in one piece and jumped on the road. Other trucks had stopped and people were gathering. We noticed that ten feet ahead, the ledge ended and had we gone off the road a second later, we would be deep down in the gorge and up again towards our respective heavens or hells.

On head count we realized that truck owner was missing & feared the worst. But there is a special god for the inebriated and we found him sprawled in the field of maize looking dead. On closer inspection,he proved to be still peacefully sleeping. People really helped ,perhaps the presence of the lady inspired chivalry . Some construction crew came with their equipment & helped haul the truck back on road. The spilled goods were reloaded. The engine was working fine. The by now sober driver took the wheels. The spilled sacks were reloaded with lots of volunteers labour including us. We got back on the truck & the journey resumed late in the night.

Early next morning, as dawn was breaking, we were at ISBT waiting for our auto, tired dirty but ecstatic to be almost home. We now had to part ways & go to our respective lives. Having been through hell together was a bond and contacts were being exchanged. The lady wanted to visit the washroom to freshen up, and. asked us to closely guard her belongings, as it had all her valuables for the coming ceremony. I jokingly told her, not to trust strangers with such precious burdens, as we just may disappear. She told us -look as I have trusted my most valuable possession, myself, in the custody of three strange men through the day & night of hell, in the most desolate of areas- in comparison these material possession are nothing. I can trust you with them, and you are welcome to them if you so desire. We were left without an answer.

POST SCRIPT

A few days later, she came to visit my daughter in the nursing home ( I had been present at this most exhilarating & frightening moment when I became a dad) and we three with our family were guests at her wedding a month and a half later. Mrs.Singh & Mehta too are still occasionally in touch.

Years have gone by, but my most memorable journey refuses to fade from my memory.

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19 responses to “THE CUSTODIAN

  1. Jyotsna Bhatia

    February 11, 2014 at 5:12 pm

    What a horrifying journey you had.. But then your guardian angels worked overtime for you.. Here’s hoping that they always be by your side. ๐Ÿ™‚

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  2. wiseguy from the east

    February 11, 2014 at 6:40 pm

    thank you Jyotsna.its fiction based on facts.had far worse adventures in real life but that is more difficult to share.prefer to share funny stuff

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  3. asbindra

    September 28, 2014 at 1:58 pm

    A very interesting story narrated by the writer which involves you to an extent that you feel as if you were a part of this eventful journey.
    Gr8 work. .Superlike!!!

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  4. neelam

    October 15, 2014 at 6:22 pm

    So many terrible things happened altogether. .but in the end thank god everyone was good..

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  5. wiseguy from the east

    October 18, 2014 at 7:24 am

    its a story Neelam, though based on real events, but this didnt happen to me. much worse did though ๐Ÿ˜€

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  6. Jyoti Arora

    December 7, 2014 at 6:45 pm

    Your comment makes me realize that it is fiction. But your writing made it feel absolutely real.

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    • wiseguy from the east

      December 8, 2014 at 1:50 am

      This is the best compliment I have received Jyoti. And that too from a published writer :D. This story is being published in an anthology. It is based on anecdotes heard around a campfire
      Sent on my BlackBerryยฎ from Vodafone

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  7. maverickbird

    April 26, 2015 at 5:54 pm

    I share the same opinion with Jyoti. I did not realize that the story was fictional, until I read her comment. That’s true slipping into the soul of a character.

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  8. Shirish

    August 25, 2015 at 9:38 am

    Sir, very well written ………..sprinkled with your style of humour made it a very interesting read. You should do it more often.

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    • wiseguy from the east

      August 25, 2015 at 10:16 am

      Unfortunately I have to earn a living and have an extremely challenging assignment now. I write on occasional sundays and in airport lobbies ๐Ÿ˜€ fewer flights getting delayed nowadays ๐Ÿ˜€

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  9. Life is good !!

    August 25, 2015 at 5:26 pm

    wow that was nice ….. i was so lost in it ….. hats off to four of you to be back on that truck, i could have never done it .

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    • wiseguy from the east

      August 25, 2015 at 5:31 pm

      It’s just a story ๐Ÿ˜Š I didn’t. Though I did far crazier stuff. Some of its on my blog. Try close encounters series. 4 stories

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  10. spunkybong

    August 25, 2015 at 9:58 pm

    Imagine, just a few metres away was oblivion and you made it. Thank God for ledges. Great story. ๐Ÿ˜€

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    • wiseguy from the east

      August 26, 2015 at 2:43 am

      It’s just a story ๐Ÿ˜Š I didn’t. Though I did far crazier stuff. Some of its on my blog. Try close encounters series. 4 stories

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  11. Anonymous

    August 25, 2015 at 11:18 pm

    Great Going Dear Soumya!

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  12. Ajai Srivastava

    August 25, 2015 at 11:19 pm

    Great Going Dear Soumya!

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