Jul 20

The Truck

I had forgotten my Kriya tape in Bangalore city and decided to go and get it in the middle of the night hitchhiking from the Ashram…

I decided to hitchhike. Before anyone could say no to me, I just started walking down Kanakpura Road towards the city… It was a pleasant night. But I was quite tired, had a bit of a cold. Just a few minutes later, I heard the groan of a truck as it laboured up the slight incline. And stuck my hand out asking for a lift.

The truck stopped. I got in, mentally thanking Guruji, not knowing what awaited me…

Almost immediately, absolutely everything that I abhor and detest happened to me all at once!!

It was HOT in the cabin. Unnaturally hot. I couldn’t even keep my feet on the floor, coz the heat would seep in thru my shoes and almost burn my feet. There was an obscene, crude, bright pink coloured light that jarred my nerves if I opened my eyes. And there was raucous loud tamil disco music playing from the most horrible set of speakers i have ever heard, with the bass and treble turned way up, so that each scratch-on-the-blackboard-with-your-nails note dive bombed mercilessly into my ears. I am a gentle classically trained pianist. This was a veritable assault on all my senses. Torture of the third degree!

AAAAaaaaaaarrrrrrrrrggggghh!!!!!

And we were moving slow, the truck making a loud protesting, moaning, groaning noise all the time… I felt I could tolerate it if we would go faster, but the landscape didn’t seem to be moving much… I am pretty sure a glacier could have easily overtaken that truck!

I was going on in my head Accept situations as they are… Everything changes… Be in the present moment… opposite values are complementary… Nothing was working. I was just feeling absolutely oppressed.

What do you think happened next? I had really thought nothing more could possibly go wrong… but it did!

Use your imaginations… tell me what could have happened … remember a punctured tyre would have been a blessing 🙂

Jai Gurudeva!

love

bawa

ps Next part on Thursday…


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61 Responses to “The Truck”

  1. Nanddeep says:

    On Thursday???
    Pure suspense!

  2. Swati Arora says:

    Ohh no again in continuation! 🙁 Bauu u really build it up!now thursday is awaited!
    Umm were there some idiotic people in the bus u met?

  3. Vinay Subrahmanya says:

    Bau, you are being unfair. We waited with bated breath to know what happens next and still the suspense continues

  4. girijesh says:

    In this Monday morning d first thing i do that checking for ur Doubt update…..but Bau u remain leave us so curious…………thats too much….well there was more adventure wid u @ that night……….love u Bau …jgd

  5. Apu says:

    The Truck Moved.. run over a great bumper on the road! One Bump every one was thrown. The Engine suddenly started to protest more! The truck moved slower and came to a still. By this time.. Bawa had found a blood dripping on his face…[not from his nose.. but head]

    That’s It! Getting rid of it.. Bawa said thanks for dropping me.. this is where i have to get down!

    Ufff..

    A great Relief!!!

    Smell of night..! At last!! started walking… Walking…Walking…

  6. gauri jinu says:

    bawu….

    someone said its really worth the wait…

    well..i hope give us the whole story on Thursday…

    now I feel as if this post s like an episode in a teleserial…

    stopping just when the scene starts brewing up !!

  7. nikhil says:

    Jai gurudev,BAWA I think the truck must have been stopped workin duw to excessive heat in engine!!! & some people must have pushing that truck from behind!!!

  8. jayesh says:

    bau….y thu???

    ur sahaj ws awsum…. m just w8ng fr my 1st advance crse on july 30 wd dinesh da n u,,, tc

  9. Raghavan says:

    And then it happened ! A loud burst – louder than the rattling of the truck and the loud jarring disco music – rent the air . The driver stopped singing along with the music and uttered a torrent of swear words. I am glad I did not understand Tamil back then 🙂

    The driver and his assistant got down and began talking in not so hushed tones. The tone of their discussion was enough for me to understand that something non-trivial was amiss. I got down from the truck and discovered we had a burst tire. A 6 inch nail had defied the laws of physics and found a way of lodging itself at a 90 degree angle to the almost bald truck tire.

    The feeling that arose in my bosom can be described as a mixture of extreme relief and extreme frustration, relief that the torture of a journey had halted and frustration that I was in the middle of nowhere with my only hope of reaching Bangalore and getting to my beloved kriya tape, now in real jeopardy !

    As I restarted my trek to Bangalore City, my thoughts turned to Guruji ……..

    To Be Continued 🙂 LOL

    JGD

  10. Deepak says:

    Bhaiya,

    Your stories are so true and well written the moment i start reading I get soked into it…. and it looks like i want to read more end comes…. You shd write some TV serials or movies … i am sure it will break all the records for the suspense you create :-))

    Lovely…. now need to pass three days to read more from you 🙂

    Til then
    Lots of luv
    Deepak

  11. Abhishek says:

    i know what happened but i dont wish to spoil it for others 🙂
    one of my fav stories, this is!

    -Yoda Talk 🙂

  12. sudha says:

    Dear Bau,

    Here goes my story(imagination)

    At the middle of the road the tyre got puntured.U got down of the truck and thanked the driver . U did speak about Art of living to him to such an extent that he wants to do the course. Leaving the the truck at a corner u and truck driver walks towards the venue .Everything is intact but ur kriya tape is missing.so u teach him pranayams , sudarshan kriya (short),

    U are worried or anxious that the tape is not found.After teaching him and talking to him knowing his family details u just start walking towards ashram when suddenly u find a car which is going towards ashram .U just stop the car and ask for lift .They drop u at the ashram,

    Once back to ashram u just see the time it’s 4:00 AM . u can’t even think of meeting guruji .with complete faith and surrenderance u just pray to guruji to help u.

    Morning u get to know that guruji has called u . U go to kutir and ur in for a surprise.Guruji has the kriya tape. He smilingly asks u
    How was ur night?
    Awesome guruji.

    After few weeks u meet the same driver who gave u drop. He smiles and introduces his whole family to u . He invites u for lunch in the same iold truck

    Guess what he plays all AOL bhajans makes u feel good and great

  13. Achal Premi says:

    The truck wasnt actually going to city..but u convinced the driver to drive to city……or maybe driver decided to sleep and u drove yourself 🙂

    JGD

  14. Deepak Kumar says:

    JaiGuruDev !!
    Bawa now you are torturing us…………hahahaha!!

  15. Manish Nasa says:

    Oh yea… I know I know! 🙂
    You shared this story in a course in Pune…

    but let me keep it a secret! 🙂

  16. danno says:

    aaahhhh…u r cutting it further.!!
    i know the story….i knw wat happenend next… but u induce a charm in d way u write..i am waiting, all over again to know what happened next…thurs is toooooo long

  17. Prakirtee says:

    i’m having all sorts of horrible ideas about what might have happened to u ! lol 😉

  18. Sudha Pillai says:

    Bawa,we could kill you for putting us through this.. :-))

    Quite uncharacteristic of a “gentle classically trained pianist” … Awaiting Part – 3 of this action-packed, suspense thriller! Meanwhile, have a great week ahead. Jgd!

    Sudha

  19. shreya says:

    :)… Nothing could go wrong in HIS presence which is obviously 24.7 with us .. JGD!

    • Jay says:

      Well what if he himself has taken the task of playing a prank on you?? bau I might not be able to guess what happened next but I have a hunch that guruji might have asked you how was the truck ride later 😉

  20. shreya says:

    Even if things seem to be going wrong, but actually HE has planned everything for you.. :)So it is ought to be the best!

  21. Mrigank says:

    Hmmm… What happened was really irritating indeed….

    But I don’t think that truck whose picture you posted here would even run… Our Indian trucks at least run! 😉

    Lucky you got a “running” truck… 😀 I think a worse thing that “could” have happened is if you had to walk all the 10+ kms to the city… or ran into some stressed-out bull-elephant en route… Whatever else that might have happened, guess that would be a (somewhat less pleasant) “blessing”….
    I think its better to be puked on than getting tossed around by some crazy elephant…..!!!
    (A true sadist speaks..)

  22. Mridu says:

    The truck breaks down.. You had to get down and help repair it or start walking..It starts raining.. Your best kurta gets soiled.. Just when you realise that you are being tested on whether you are able to apply what you have learn all these years (as you mentioned that you felt you are not learning anything new).. God/Guruji sends a vehicle to rescue you.

  23. Anjesh says:

    May be u went the other way round or may be u fainted listening to that horrible music ;)….
    Or may be u met some wild elephant on ur way…
    MAy be after experiencing all dat third degree torture u reach the Art of Living center only to find out that the Kriya tape is not there n then u remember k u unconsciously put it in ur bag yesterday… 🙂
    Waiting to read the continuation..Jgd 🙂

  24. Prabu Vijayan says:

    OMG Bawa! plz break the suspense! tell us the full story!! You can also consider movie making, you will be very good at it!

  25. Monica Tiwari says:

    Bauuuu ! 🙂 (-:
    You are upto these tricks again !
    Ekta Kapoor seems more merciful than you !

  26. swati says:

    Actually I am getting ALL sorts of ideas 🙂 but I think you decided to get even by offering to teach him basic and then YOUR DSN absolutely for free..he felt tempted with a free offer not knowing what awaited him and then he did your bidding..lol

  27. Parimal says:

    Since you are writing this post, you are safe. Tyre burst or any other vehicular problem is ruled out. The truck and the driver both have contributed enough of the torture.

    Maybe, the road was blocked and you had to take a longer route 😀
    or maybe, the truck met an accident and you had to take care of the driver…driving him to a hospital…

    or…..

    truck driver turning into a beautiful woman who just got mukti from some shraap since she gave you the lift 😀

    or he was a ghost…..like betal and made you listen to stories… 🙂

  28. Gaurav verma says:

    because guruji takes care of every one,so i think to nullify your horrible experience to amazing one,guruji would have made a very beautiful katrina kaif type women stand on the way hithhiking..and then you would have wished whats the hurry to this driver,we are travelling tooo fast,at 5km/hr…and you almost forgot what the main thing”the tape”wowww…that sounds soooo kewwll ….

  29. Prashant Lalchandani says:

    Bawa
    While your story build-up is great and I’m eagerly looking forward to know the next part(s), your post on “The Doubt” has done much more to me.
    I also go through such phases of doubts. To find out that someone like you, even after becoming a teacher, and staying in the ashram, has gone through such phases assured me that with time and surrender, Guruji will take care of my doubts as well.
    Jai Gurudev
    Prashant

  30. Sathya says:

    Im guessing the truck dudes kidnapped you at knifepoint!!
    🙂
    Just a wild guess..:-D

  31. dhiraj says:

    i guess u killed the driver with ur psycic powers n then put the truck in full speed n thn jumped off the truck
    n it slammedd to a tree!!!!!!

    • Varun says:

      Rolling on the floor laughing..

      Thats the most hilarious and visually descriptive imagination..
      We should make a cartoon outta this!

  32. Swapnil says:

    suspense Again!!!!!

  33. Satish says:

    Did you hijack the truck ?

  34. ekta says:

    Bau though your style of creating SUSPENSE is good……but thursday is 222222 far…… and with GURUJI with us always i think all will end well 🙂

    love 🙂 jgd

  35. Abhilasha says:

    JDG Bau, your wonderfully written story is moving like Ekta Kapoor’s tele-serials.Well, my mind is racing towards a horror story..the truck halted, u looked at the driver…he had red eyes..he smiled, u ran..LOL.
    Bau, please stop this torture and complete ASAP.

    Love
    Abhilasha

  36. Niveditha says:

    Bhaiya, may be when you were on the way, the truck was stopped by a few dacoits and they asked you to get out of the truck.
    They came to rob you and ask you to give whatever money you have. Then they find you have no money or anything worth. So, they leave you. The driver tries to escape from the dacoits and gets injured. He is shot on his leg and he falls on the ground. Now you are left with the truck and the injured driver. You start driving the truck with the injured driver in it.You have never done this before. You have two things to do now. First, to admit the driver in some hospital and second to get the tape. You keep thanking Guruji for all the excitement he has given you all through the night. Just when you were thanking the night gets more excited when your truck gets puntured. Oh! man! Things cant get worser than this.
    You have an injured man with you.You cant leave him alone and get lift from someone else to reach Bangalore. No one on the road, Not even a truck. What to do?! How to reach Bangalore? How to get the tape? How to save this man?

    So many questions….one solution…

    Stop reading this Bhaiya and continue your story…
    Waiting to read yours.

  37. snehanshu says:

    first thought that came to my mind was a tyre puncture…..
    come on bawa give us the complete story…
    its difficult to wait till thursday….

  38. vishakha says:

    ppl r making a big hype of triple eclipse….is smthing lyk dat realli gonna happn…
    she said dat dis eclipse is gng to effect 1/3rd of d population of world nd smthing big wrse is gng to happn….
    u tell wat guruji said abt it… :/
    jgd

  39. Pradeep Bharadwaj says:

    Bau, The first part “the doubt” was much interesting to read… the second part “the truck” has something lacking in it.

  40. Avish says:

    Jai Ho Guru G ( read God ) !
    Dear BawaJi
    here goes … in First person ( writin after a long long time )
    I was racking my fried brains, not to mention my hot n by now red bottom n sole from all the heat, ” what is it that I need to learn n unlearn from this situation ? ” n before the answer came up …
    ” Saaar, u look all sweaty n bothered ” would u like to take a sip of this ? ”
    I looked at the english speaking moustached n bearded driver dressed in a pink lungi with bewilderment n my mind vaguely registered him holding out a ” Kingfisher Premium ” bottle , smiling this engimatic smile at me?. my mind screamed ” Is this for real ” ?
    ” You speak English ? “, I stuttered
    ” Konjo Konjo, Thambi, Thanks to the Bold n the Beautiful “, n he roared with laughter. I said a quick ” Jai Gurudev ” mentally n asked him to stop the truck immediately.
    He was genuinely surprised but did what I told him. After the truck grinded to a halt, he looked at me with a puzzled frown.
    ” I don’t drink n drive nor do I like it when others do it too ” I said rudely n immediately regretting the tone of my voice.
    ” Oh Ha Ha, Saar, I haven’t been drinking ” he replied with a smile.
    I looked at him suspiciously n tried to sniff him politely.
    ” Promise, Saar, no drinks for me until my stop over for the night ” he said emphatically.
    Something told me he was telling the truth n I got grudingly got back in the truck from which I had alighted.
    ” I always keep stock, just in case the Dhaba doesn’t have any ” he explained with a grin.
    ” Hmmmmm ” I said, my mind back on the rivulet of sweat running down my back.
    As if guessing my mind, he switched on this small fan tucked in a corner n suddenly the cabin was a big relief.
    ” Jai GuruDev ” I blurted out loudly.
    He threw a quick look at me and shouted into my hearing cavity
    ” are you a Shisya of RavishankarJi, Saar ” ?
    ” I am a devotee of GuruJi n love him more than anything else” I replied softly.
    His face broke into a huge beaming smile.
    ” Sri Sri RavishankarJi very very good man, NO NO , GOD , Saar , GOD !, he has such a beautiful smile , ” he said reverentially, his mind dwelling on something in the past.
    ” Infact, I have some songs of his ” Heart of Living ” which a phoren friend gave me in Chennai .”
    Needless to say, I arrived at the city office with this huge smile on my face n a spring in my steps , having gained a friend whom I could ” help ” sometime n who ” helped ” me in more ways than I could have imagined.
    Everybody reading this say ” Shambho ” 🙂 he heh

  41. kumar simha says:

    Bau!!
    as iam reading your story, incidentally iam hearing torturous music here which says “everyboooodyyy yeahh rock ur body yeaahhhh”…hehe…guess a story similar to yours is building up…:()…
    (after 2 mins)

    he has switched it off now…thank god…i guess something similar might have happened in your case somehow although iam unable to guess exactly…awaiting the next episode of your story…

    Jai Guru Dev
    Kumar

  42. Brajesh says:

    Hi Bhaiya,

    I will make two gueses
    1. Suddenly you find that the driver was drunk, and you ask him to stop the truck, but he does not.
    2. The conductor produces the knife and asks you to give him what ever you have.

    And after that I do not know, how Guruji saved you.

  43. Monica Tiwari says:

    *All conversations are in Tamil (or whatever language the driver understood)
    **for the sake of the story, you’ve been portrayed as not the great one you are !
    ***it is incomplete, rest of it I’ll imagine later 🙂
    .
    I was just feeling absolutely oppressed.
    I had really thought nothing more could possibly go wrong… but it did!
    .
    We drudged on the path, slow, slow… slower. My mind demanded immediate silence and it was awarded with a new,

    even screechier Tamil blast from the radio. I then knew the meaning of deep fry – my feet were undergoing such a

    situation. All Knowledge was taking me nowhere towards Peace of mind, just as the truck was taking me nowhere

    towards my destination.
    I was “pissed”.
    .
    Another 15 minutes passed in this drudgery when I, bathed in sweat, with a headache (a product of heat and the

    generous radio) to accompany, could take it NO more.
    Bhai ! Radio kam karoge ki nahi ? ( I didn’t mean to put it this way, but my justification is, out of the seven levels of

    existence, atleast 4 – 5 were thoroughly revolting).
    He looked at me, I looked at him.
    He looked harder, I looked harder.
    He pulled his brows together, I looked defiant.
    Then he looked away again, and I kept staring at him.
    Relax, it’s my truck, i’ll do as i please.
    But please…
    Bola na, illei.
    (*illei = No in Tamil as far as I know).
    Dude (in Tamil), I’m really feeling unfit. And your driving skills, which are obviously commendable, are really taking us

    nowhere. And on top of that, you want to enjoy your rotten music. Can’t you show a little concern ? Or have you

    decided to keep acting like the stuck up guy you are ? I’m suffering this torture since so long… Better co-operate… You

    really…
    .
    BRAKES.
    Radio off (wow)
    .
    Kya bola ? (not so wow)
    kya ?
    Get out of my truck.
    (For the first time in that journey, I closely observed the driver. He had bushy eyebrows which had twisted into a

    frown, dark brown skin (with shades of pink owing to the pink light) which gleamed with sweat, and wore a lungi – baniyan. I wondered if he wore chappals against the burning truck floor but couldn’t check it out.
    what ?
    Out of my truck. NOW.
    My levels of existence must have been in a serious disorder because without thinking about the empty road which

    waited for me outside, I jumped off the truck and slammed the door loudly behind me with some serious show of attitude.
    .
    The truck re-started, Tamil Music (Noise genre) floated out of the window and the massive vehicle resumed it’s trail.
    I, atleast for three minutes was full of self-congratulation at my decision to chuck that truck, when i discovered that a little jogging would be enough to keep pace with it.
    .
    But then the realisation dawned on me : I was in the middle of nowhere, at past midnight, perhaps among snakes, elephants and dacoits. I couldn’t walk back, nor could walk ahead. A cloud passed over me, I just didn’t know what to do ! And I suddenly felt a huge despair… I wondered if I’d learnt anything atall in my time with Guruji ! “Prana level is low” I said to myself, “Who cares, I’m in the middle of nowhere-land, and I need to get out of here. And fast” another voice said within me. I got more and more sad, such as I hadn’t felt in years. Everything seemed useless, I seemed useless. And I heard some strange jungle noises, which sent a shiver down my spine.
    My knees went weak and they gave in, result, I was sitting on that lonely road, hands on knees, and a heavily tensed face. I kept thinking of everything that had happened and everything that was bad…

  44. harsha says:

    ah!not again!cant bear the suspense 🙂

  45. Monica Tiwari says:

    *All conversations are in Tamil (or whatever language the driver understood)
    **for the sake of the story, you’ve been portrayed as not the great one you are !
    .
    I was just feeling absolutely oppressed.
    I had really thought nothing more could possibly go wrong… but it did!
    .
    We drudged on the path, slow, slow… slower. My mind demanded immediate silence and it was awarded with a new,

    even screechier Tamil blast from the radio. I then knew the meaning of deep fry – my feet were undergoing such a

    situation. All Knowledge was taking me nowhere towards Peace of mind, just as the truck was taking me nowhere

    towards my destination.
    I was “pissed”.
    .
    Another 15 minutes passed in this drudgery when I, bathed in sweat, with a headache (a product of heat and the

    generous radio) to accompany, could take it NO more.
    Bhai ! Radio kam karoge ki nahi ? ( I didn’t mean to put it this way, but my justification is, out of the seven levels of

    existence, atleast 4 – 5 were thoroughly revolting).
    He looked at me, I looked at him.
    He looked harder, I looked harder.
    He pulled his brows together, I looked defiant.
    Then he looked away again, and I kept staring at him.
    Relax, it’s my truck, i’ll do as i please.
    But please…
    Bola na, illei.
    (*illei = No in Tamil as far as I know).
    Dude (in Tamil), I’m really feeling unfit. And your driving skills, which are obviously commendable, are really taking us

    nowhere. And on top of that, you want to enjoy your rotten music. Can’t you show a little concern ? Or have you

    decided to keep acting like the stuck up guy you are ? I’m suffering this torture since so long… Better co-operate… You

    really…
    .
    BRAKES.
    Radio off (wow)
    .
    Kya bola ? (not so wow)
    kya ?
    Get out of my truck.
    (For the first time in that journey, I closely observed the driver. He had bushy eyebrows which had twisted into a

    frown, dark brown skin (with shades of pink owing to the pink light) which gleamed with sweat, and wore a lungi –

    baniyan. I wondered if he wore chappals against the burning truck floor but couldn’t check it out.
    what ?
    Out of my truck. NOW.
    My levels of existence must have been in a serious disorder because without thinking about the empty road which

    waited for me outside, I jumped off the truck and slammed the door loudly behind me with some serious show of

    attitude.
    .
    The truck re-started, Tamil Music (Noise genre) floated out of the window and the massive vehicle resumed it’s trail.
    I, atleast for three minutes was full of self-congratulation at my decision to chuck that truck, when i discovered that a

    little jogging would be enough to keep pace with it.
    .
    But then the realisation dawned on me : I was in the middle of nowhere, at past midnight, perhaps among snakes,

    elephants and dacoits. I couldn’t walk back, nor could walk ahead. A cloud passed over me, I just didn’t know what to

    do ! And I suddenly felt a huge despair… I wondered if I’d learnt anything atall in my time with Guruji ! “Prana level is

    low” I said to myself, “Who cares, I’m in the middle of nowhere-land, and I need to get out of here. And fast” another

    voice said within me. I got more and more sad, such as I hadn’t felt in years. Everything seemed useless, I seemed

    useless. And I heard some strange jungle noises, which sent a shiver down my spine.
    My knees went weak and they gave in, result, I was sitting on that lonely road, hands on knees, and a heavily tensed

    face. I kept thinking of everything that had happened and everything that was bad…
    .
    I was drained off all energy and felt extremely lazy.
    I did what I could, i.e., to wait.
    A magnified, detailed version of the truck driver’s brown – pink face filled my mind and I almost

    developed a frown like his. I disliked him, his musical taste, his non cooperation, his sweaty attire, and feet or footwear

    (as the case may be). I had no reason to meet such people !
    I waited. Nothing happened. I waited some more.
    My future looked uncertain, and I expected an elephant to come out any moment
    It was all wierd.
    And I thought what made me come out at night anyway !
    The tape.
    Kriya tape, Guruji had given it to me…
    my thoughts turned to the event…
    It was amazing, in every aspect. And it was Beautiful and Bright. The scene replayed in my mind clearly. It was a highly elaborate thought. And I forgot my recent situation while my frown promised of becoming a big smile.
    I looked around. Suddenly I didn’t feel that lonely anymore. I also felt energetic.
    I thought back to the days passed with Guruji. And how He’d taken care of me all the time.
    I smiled more. He would take care of me again.
    Okay, please send me some vehicle Guruji !
    No vehicle came.
    And I immediately thought about the truck and the pink – brown driver. I had been rude to him. That man had to drive in that rotten truck all the time, with no shoes, burning environment, at odd hours. No wonder he needed the blaring radio to even stay awake ! I couldn’t take it for half an hour ! He had to take it daily ! He must be so stressed out ! And still he let me in his truck and everything !
    I really wanted to meet him and apologise and invite him to the Ashram…
    If only it was possible !
    Only 15 minutes had passed since I’d jumped off the truck… I wondered if it would have gone far.
    I had to meet him. So I got up. And decided to run (It was a full moon night, I wouldn’t trip 🙂 )
    And evrything that is good started happening… A car’s horn was heard around the bend and I yelled for a lift.
    The driver was obviously feeling ridiculous about me, a man who he’d discovered in the place and time which were not quite normal and I’d to explain everything to him. He nodded and I we made our way ahead. (fast pace, no pink lights, no noise, nothing. aahh 🙂 ). I thanked Guruji and looked ahead for the truck.
    .
    And surely, after a while it emerged. It was at a stand still and I told the car’s driver to stop. I went ahead and saw the truck driver standing outside. He saw me… And came forward with eagerness, a huge smile and held my hands “thank God you’re safe, I’m sorry, I don’t know what happened to me… I’m not a person who leaves people in the middle of nowhere. I was planning to come back to pick you up…” I was astonished at this change, but then, the change was mutual. I had also changed, and I apolgised.
    He smiled, and appeared very friendly. I made him promise he would visit me at the Ashram.
    And then I went back to the car and to my tape. It was safe and waiting for me just before Guruji’s pic and I smiled and smiled 🙂 One journey was quite enough and I stayed at a volunteer’s place for that night 🙂
    I wondered about all that had happened…
    And saw that I was taught something new by Guruji, as I wanted, andgrowth had resumed.
    I was gifted with greater insight and love for people by this small incident.
    And my belief in goodness became much more firm.
    Hence, another major chapter was added to my education with Guruji.
    P.S. : I also learnt to be more careful about the tape 😉
    Jai Gurudeva 😀

    I don’t like this story much, but the temptation to imagine it needed expression.
    I’m just waiting for the real piece !
    Love you Bau, my favourite story teller 😀

    • Varun says:

      Wow.. Whats wrong with you? 🙂

      Kitna likhegi Monica??

      Jai Gurudev! 🙂

      • Monica Tiwari says:

        hahaha 🙂
        See, we have a ready-made intellgent, witty, hilarious character in hand and can make his life as we want to ! Who’ll miss the opportunity ! 🙂 it’s like living someone else’s life for a few pages.

    • Gauri Jinu says:

      Hi Monica ….

      Ur imagination is really good..and it felt nice to read something worthwhile till we pass time for the real piece !!

      I hope u get the prize for best imagination 🙂

      Jai Gurudev !!

    • rukmangadhan says:

      Awesome piece of work..!!! Was rolling in laughter reading about the ‘cloud passing over and not knowing what to do’ and the ‘prana level being low..’

      Good fun 🙂

  46. Harish says:

    It cannot be a tyre puncture at all… ;-)..
    Options:-
    1. Elephants crossed..
    2. Tape stopped working.
    3. Saw some other vehicle and got down from the vehicle.
    4. The truck driver wanted to join the course ;).
    5. Vehicle broke down all of you walked.. bad idea..

  47. Vinayak says:

    just started bursting out with laughter when u started describing the truck…something like it started out peaceful in the introduction and then suddenly i went hahahahahahah.nice writing bawa.
    Loads of innocent n pure love,
    Vinayak.

  48. Meghana says:

    Jgd Bau
    Thats a real great story, am waiting for thursday!
    Love
    Meghana

  49. ssp says:

    Driver Slept?

    Fuel Empty??

    Tyre ran away???

  50. Abhay says:

    One who was in Ashram with the keys of the third car heard the news that Bawa has set out on the journey to get the tape… so all worried ashramites started following you in the car!? and of course your truck is going slower than the glacier, so they found you! and then the rest of the journey is smooooooothhhh…. !

    btw, Bawa, its an excellent blog background design, cheers!

  51. gauri jinu says:

    Bawu…..

    Its thursday………..

    we are waiting…………

  52. Abhilasha says:

    Bau, question- how do u manage to be so prompt in all your responses..while u r so busy too.

    Love

  53. Shashank says:

    The photo of the truck posted here is really very beautiful.

  54. Deepika says:

    Dear Bawa,
    Loved ur descriptive writing.. of life inside that “happening” truck 🙂
    Love ur narration and story-telling.. always makes u want more !
    And the best part is, there is much to learn in between the lines….! 🙂
    Jai Gurudev!
    Deepika

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