A few good men..

Travelling has been my weakness. I love to travel a lot. Traveling by train or by vehicle satiates my hunger more than by air, as there is very little to explore during air travels. I am able to keep alive in me that enthusiastic child, who craves for that window seat. Even while traveling with a group of friends i look aloof as i keep myself busy enjoying the fast changing moving world outside the window of that train, bus or car. The world outside keeps on changing every inch the vehicle moves, one, if he or she has that fervor can enjoy the changing nature, observe keenly the changing landscapes and along with it the changing culture, the way the people dress, their houses, their farms, the trees, the animals, the roadside hoardings, the name boards, the number plates and the signages. Everything keeps on changing. Only the observer must be there to observe the changes that take place.

I made few friends and when friendship grew we went to explore places outside the hustle and bustle of Mumbai. One such trip we organized was long back to Punjab. Everything was precisely planned and we traveled by train. The Golden Temple Express to be specific. The train traverses through the heart of India and crosses atleast five to six states to reach its destination. However, I enjoyed every bit of it. The train chugged into Amritsar station at around 9 am the third morning. We were all tired by this long travel of about 33 hours. Those were days of rashness and the group was youthful too. We had not made any arrangements for stay or had planned our trip. Just as we reached outside the station we met a young guy who inquired if we needed a vehicle to travel. Indeed, we required one. I replied in affirmative on which he asked how many people were there in all. I said five. He said he owns a nine-seater autorickshaw and could arrange for a hotel for us to freshen up. I discussed with my team and we were quite happy with his proposal. It was a good idea to explore Punjab in an open vehicle we said. Throughout the day this young lad whose name was Niraj was with us. It was lunch time, he took us to a Dhaba and stood outside to have some food for himself. We invited him to join us, but, he was hesitant. We forced him to join us and we all ate together. This simple friendly act of ours moved the driver so much, he said that we were first such travelers who cared for the driver and the guy became, even more, friendlier and helped us out and ensured that we had a good day in Punjab. His duty had ended at 9 pm in the night, we checked into the hotel, but, he said that he would come back with his autorickshaw to drop us to the bus depot from where we were scheduled to pick the bus to Katra in Jammu. This was not in the initial plan. One friendly gesture on our part had turned the magic and the guy remained in touch with us even today. After that trip, we went to Punjab twice more and every time we ensured that we meet. The guy today is our friend and a person to rely upon when we reach in Punjab.

One such driving genius we found was on our Leh Tour some two years ago. His name was Ashique, he was from Jammu. A smart young guy, lean and mean and was very quirky and had a very good sense of humor to add to it. To our surprise, he was quite addicted to smartphones and chatted quite a bit on WhatsApp. We all befriended him and he shared quite a few anecdotes with him. When you befriend a driver on long tours, it guarantees that your tours are no more boring. The driver will tell you many a tales, some real, some imaginary some fascinating, some scary. For eg. When we were just ascending that mighty Zojilla pass (one can realize the gravity of it if he or she has travelled it at least once), the driver Manoj, casually said, the last time I came through this pass was two months ago, and I had carried a coffin with a dead body on the top of my vehicle. Imagine, you are crossing one of the most treacherous roads of the world and the man scares you telling that you are traveling by a somewhat haunted vehicle.

This driver Ashique took us to Leh all the way from Jammu. The ride was quite comfortable, he seemed to be an experienced hand on that road. The test of character of a person comes only during testing times. This guy was very rudely tested, in fact, we were tested. It so happened that, the road from Kargil to Srinagar was kept open for one-way traffic for specific hours of the day. The locals informed us that the vehicular traffic would halt for descend at 7 am in the morning. Due to the causal approach of one of our colleague, we missed the deadline and we lost one precious day in the forests on the outskirts of Kargil. The vehicular traffic was to move only at 7 in the evening, which meant that we had lost 12 precious hours of travel. Again, we were informed that the vehicles would be stopped at Drass and would be allowed to descend Zojilla pass only after 3 in the morning. It was the huge loss of time, we had to catch the train at Jammu, the next evening at 7 pm. The driver had to start his vehicle in the dead of the night at 3 am and cross Drass, Zojilla Pass, the Sonmarg, Srinagar and reach Jammu before 6 pm. This gentleman drove the vehicle at 3 am in the morning, took a half an hour break in the morning on the outskirts of Sonamarg for breakfast, he did not eat much, saying that he would fall asleep if he ate too much. He promised us that he would take us to Jammu by 6. And he did just that. It was not his fault that we lost some 15 hours, any other driver could have given an excuse, some crooked ones might have deliberately ensured that we reached late, so that we could book him further up to Delhi. But, this man ensured that we reach in time.

What special did we do, with Niraj, Sonu, Manoj, Ashique or Gurwinder our Driver on our recent trip to Delhi? We just befriended them, we were humane with them, it was not a contractual relationship between a driver and tourists, we made them part of our group and they loved that.

There were many such good souls that we encountered in our long journey, the sporting and bubbly Sonu driver who accompanied us from Katra to Manali to Ferozpur. Manoj who was with us from Katra to Leh to Srinagar on our next trip or Gurwinder Singh, were all good people. I firmly believe that if you are good, the supreme power ensures that you meet with equally good people. Looking back now after ten years of travel I sometimes wonder whether our trips would have been so memorable had we not met with these good people. Our simple act of humanity moved their hearts, be the sharing of food with Niraj or sharing our hotel rooms with Manoj or Gurwinder. These drivers felt that we were a class above them and showed kindness which they rarely encountered. We, humans, are good in making compartments on basis of gender, caste, creed, religion, economic activity while inertly we all are the same creations of God. I have not seen any other species apart from human beings having this habit of compartmentalization. When we connect with others on that natural plane of humanity it touches hearts and then the connection is firm and forever. No wonder that Niraj never forgets to call us and inquire about us even today, No wonder Ashique and Gurwinder WhatsApp us almost everyday. We have made quite a good friends, isn’t it ?


A man like no other – Mr.Sahoo.

This article was overdue, overdue for about five years I guess. Words are the mere expression of gratitude to this wonderful human being, who once worked with us in our Mumbai Office. This is the tale of humility, simplicity and humane nature embedded in all our us, but, shrouded with layers of ego, arrogance and false attitude. Very few people are blessed with the power to remain without these shrouds. Mr.Sanatan Sahoo is one of those lucky souls.

Mr.Sahoo was an Assistant Director working in our Office some six-seven years ago. He carried an aura of positivity with him. Whenever, one asked him how was his day, his patented reply used to be Excellent. Once, when I asked him how he could remain so positive and how his day could be excellent every day, he reasoned that the fact that we existed today is infact an excellent reason to celebrate, all other issues we face in our day to day life are minor irritants he used to say. Mr.Sahoo never discriminated with anybody. For him all were equal. When one works in Government Departments, people work in a structured manner and create artificial layers around them based on the designations, posts, seniority etc. Mr.Sahoo was a wonderful exception.

Mr.Sahoo was very popular in the office and this was not to the liking of his compatriots. There were Officers who disliked him and played dirty politics over minor issues. They tried to sideline him, pressurize him. However, Mr.Sahoo would never mind it and took everything in his stride.  He would handle such situations tactfully.

A highly qualified officer, Mr.Sahoo was selected to the post of Principal Director and he left for his career progression to Agra. We missed this person and just everybody remembered him. Sometimes, even his haters.

It was 2011 and we were on vacation to North India, we were on sightseeing to Agra. One of my colleague asked me to call Mr.Sahoo to see if we can meet up. We were traveling towards Agra and were on the mighty Yamuna Expressway. Incidentally, Mr.Sahoo was traveling in the opposite direction towards Delhi for some work. His first reaction was of anger, he asked us how we could travel to Agra before informing him. He canceled his travel plan and waited at a local Dhaba for us. We were good one hour away from the Dhaba and this person waited for us there. The joy that we saw on the face of Mr.Sahoo on meeting us was incomprehensible. Incidentally, while departing the batteries of our van failed to start, Mr.Sahoo with his people helped push the van.

People as they grow, their egos grow, they start thinking about themselves as being if they are from the different planet altogether. They love their fake paradise and look down upon others. So, this time around when we visited Agra with our colleagues, I thought that Mr.Sahoo would have changed at least an ounce. How wrong I was ?.

We reached the guest house at around 6.30 in the evening and Mr.Sahoo reached there at 7.00 pm. He was super excited to see all of us. He hugged us, laughed and with a childlike innocence talked and talked. He took us to his house and introduced seven of us to his family. The Sahoos are very simple family, with no hype at all.

Mr.Sahoo spent major part of that evening with us and had dinner with us. He remembered each and every story. Again, the next morning at around 7 am, Mr.Sahoo was with us having morning tea.

Mr.Sahoo is thePrincipal Director of one of the leading institutions in India, Central Footwear Training Institute, Agra. He is ranked amongst the top 100 Directors in India. During last twenty years of my government service, I have seen many Directors in our department. Those directors look like pigmies when I see this simple, humble human being. Mr.Sahoo justifies his name in real sense, Santan, the eternal one. He has lead the life in such a way that he is in touch with the eternal one.

Hats off to you Mr.Sahoo.