There is a road from silk board to Bannerghata road that goes by the side of madiwala lake. It helps me to reach home through less traffic.
On this road, there are 4 parallel roads to the right, that will link to the main route.
Here I am, driving, hesitates to take the first right turn, drives on, shall take the next, I don’t, misses the third, finally drives on, to take the last one. When I reach the last turn, the road is blocked.
There is a vehicle in front, it’s rear wheel is in a ditch. The driver, like me may have missed all the good turns and reached the dead end.
Looked like, he was not able to come out from the ditch on his own.
It’s a heavy vehicle, safari and I offered to help. I told him, I have a tow rope, my car can pull you out of trouble. He had a frustrated look and said OK.
The tow rope which was in my car was a gift from my sister. When she sees some useful thing, she buys two, one for her, the other for her brother and I am the brother. The rope (actually a metal chain covered by strong plastic) was in the car waiting for an opportunity to rescue me in case of an emergency. It never happened, however here is an opportunity to help someone.
When we were connecting the vehicles, a lady with a small baby in her arms came out of the car, smiled and said thanks, which was a big surprise. I thought, he was alone.
We managed to pull out the car, the lady smiled thanked me once again. The guy whispered a thanks and rushed away. No smile, looked like he has many problem waiting through the evening and has managed to get out of one, this unplanned one.
I reversed the car, stopped, felt happy sitting in the car and the questions came up one by one
Why did I come that way ? I have never missed those turns before.
That man in the car seems to be having lot of trouble at hand.
It was getting dark,around 6.30 in the evening.The spot they were in was lonely, no way someone would have come that way, unless by chance, like me.
His struggle, all alone, with his family in the car, must have looked unending.
Why, the first solution came to mind, that worked, was the use of the rope. What, if the rope was not there, what would have been the alternative ?
I felt thankful to my sister for the gift, to the rope for its role, to the car, to self for a good job done.
I was there at that moment, was it destiny and to help them was a matter of choice, or was it all destiny ?
My friend who had gone to varanasi to immerse his father’s ashes in river Ganges. In the boat, some people were discussing about Prime minister, Indira Gandhi’s death. It happened a day or two ago, it was in the year 1984, when a Panda (priest) in the boat told him as a matter of fact, it had to happen, after seven years her son will also meet a similar fate.
After 7 years, in the year 1991, Rajiv Gandhi had a ghastly end, we recalled this with goosebumps. What a coincidence!!
My aunt, when she heard about the prime minister story, innocently asked me, why did your friend go to Varanasi, he could have immersed the ashes in Cauvery river.
I thought, the destiny would have changed ?!!!