ADGAONRAJA EXPERIENCE

I would like to narrate one more thrilling experience I had some 15 years ago.

I was in SHEGAON a pilgrimage place in Vidarbha. I was there to demonstrate our COUNTERMATE for some donations collection application.

Just one day later I was free to leave the place. When I came to book my return ticket by bus, I remembered of my schoolmate who was staying in a place called  SINDKHEDRAJA some 10 KMs from ADGAONRAJA which was around 150 kms from SHEGAON.

Calculating 3-4 hours by bus journey I booked for the bus which was expected at 4 O'Clock in the evening at SHEGAON.

Carrying back the demo unit and my personal baggage I came to the pick up point and eagerly waited for the bus to come.

I was looking forward to meet my friend after a gap of 35-40 years.

But the bus arrived only at 8-30 P.M. I still decided to stick to my plan considering my reaching time would be around 12 at midnight. I thought I would take a lodge for night shelter and move on to my friend's place next day in the morning.

I got on to the bus and told the driver-conductor that I was going for the first time to this place and they should take  care that I get off at right place. They agreed to my request.

Feeling assured I went off to sleep. At around 12-30 I was woken up by the conductor saying I had reached the place where I was supposed to get off. I thanked him and got off the bus after taking my baggage down. The demo unit was quite heavy.  Immediately the bus left.

I found myself alone on the totally dark highway. It was drizzling. I wondered which place that was. I saw some light around half a kilometer away. I moved in that direction occasionally cursing myself for deciding to visit my friend. The heavy demo unit was really a problem to carry it along.

Reaching the source of light, I found that there was one couple of IRON SMITHs working on iron rods. I was happy that there was life and some hope of getting shelter.

  "Can I get a lodge here nearby?" I asked.

 " No. There is no lodge here anywhere." Replied the blacksmith.

I was stunned. I said, “ My God. How come there is no lodge here. This is ADGAONRAJA a Taluka place.”

“ No Saheb. This is ADGAON MAHI. ADGAONRAJA is 15 KMs from here.”

“Oh God. What I can do now? I wanted to be in ADGAONRAJA.”

I thought this would create some sympathy for me and I will get some help from them. At least he would offer me a shelter till the drizzle stops.

That was not to happen. He pointed his finger in other direction. “That light you can see, is DAK BUNGALOW. You may get some shelter there.” I calculated the distance. It must be around a kilometer. I thanked him and picked up my baggage and started off for the DAK BUNGALOW. I remembered stories of GHOST BLACKSMITHS and looked at their feet whether they were in opposite direction. Luckily they were in right direction.

It took some 25 minutes for me to reach the light source. Yes. That was the DAK BUNGALOW. There was one watchman’s cabin at the gate. The bungalow was big and had verandah. Huge trees were surrounding the bunglow. There were two closed doors. 

The curtains on the door were drawn and were swaying with breeze.

I called out for watchman. There was no response. I waited for nearly five minutes near the cabin. But there was no human movement. Only the branches of the trees and the curtains were moving with the breeze. I dared to go near the veranda where a bulb of 40 watts was glowing. I again shouted out. “Is anybody there? “

No response.

Then I decided to get on to verandah to get some shelter away from the drizzle. I put my belongings on the verandah. I took out the bed sheet from the bag and laid it on the floor. I also took out the pack of cards and started playing SOLO game. Though I was feeling sleepy, I could not do so because of two reasons. One was the uncertainty of human presence and second was the costly demo-kit I had.

The continuous drizzle and the swaying of trees & also the curtains on the door, was adding chill to the atmosphere. Occasional barking of the dogs in far off darkness was making me more alert.

I was playing cards and occasionally looking at the closed doors whether anybody was opening them. Nothing happened.

My race with the time was severely against me.

Some times the cool breeze was making me shiver.

It was half past one now. Card game was my good company.

At three I again had another look at the watchman cabin and also at the closed doors of verandah. No signs of human existence.

When the watch showed 5 in the morning I folded the bed sheet and packed my things to carry with me. I came out of bungalow. Still the drizzle had not stopped. I came on the road. Felt a little human movement. Traced back the same road which I took to come to the DAK BUNGALOW. I saw one chaiwala lighting the stove. Felt relieved. Waited there for him to make the tea. After sipping the hot tea I asked him for conveyance to ADGAONRAJA. I got a shared SIX SEATER. In 15 minutes time I was in ADGAONRAJA. I waited for the bus to SINDKHEDRAJA. In an hours time I was with my good old friend.

I was so delighted to see my friend after so many years that I forgot the chilly experience I went through. But when I got on to the train back to Mumbai, I recollected every minute I spent at ADGAONMAHI. I wondered how I got the courage to face the spine chilling atmosphere.

I would like to narrate one more thrilling experience I had some 15 years ago.

I was in SHEGAON a pilgrimage place in Vidarbha. I was there to demonstrate our COUNTERMATE for some donations collection application.

Just one day later I was free to leave the place. When I came to book my return ticket by bus, I remembered of my schoolmate who was staying in a place called  SINDKHEDRAJA some 10 KMs from ADGAONRAJA which was around 150 kms from SHEGAON.

Calculating 3-4 hours by bus journey I booked for the bus which was expected at 4 O'Clock in the evening at SHEGAON.

Carrying back the demo unit and my personal baggage I came to the pick up point and eagerly waited for the bus to come.

I was looking forward to meet my friend after a gap of 35-40 years.

But the bus arrived only at 8-30 P.M. I still decided to stick to my plan considering my reaching time would be around 12 at midnight. I thought I would take a lodge for night shelter and move on to my friend's place next day in the morning.

I got on to the bus and told the driver-conductor that I was going for the first time to this place and they should take  care that I get off at right place. They agreed to my request.

Feeling assured I went off to sleep. At around 12-30 I was woken up by the conductor saying I had reached the place where I was supposed to get off. I thanked him and got off the bus after taking my baggage down. The demo unit was quite heavy.  Immediately the bus left.

I found myself alone on the totally dark highway. It was drizzling. I wondered which place that was. I saw some light around half a kilometer away. I moved in that direction occasionally cursing myself for deciding to visit my friend. The heavy demo unit was really a problem to carry it along.

Reaching the source of light, I found that there was one couple of IRON SMITHs working on iron rods. I was happy that there was life and some hope of getting shelter.

  "Can I get a lodge here nearby?" I asked.

 " No. There is no lodge here anywhere." Replied the blacksmith.

I was stunned. I said, “ My God. How come there is no lodge here. This is ADGAONRAJA a Taluka place.”

“ No Saheb. This is ADGAON MAHI. ADGAONRAJA is 15 KMs from here.”

“Oh God. What I can do now? I wanted to be in ADGAONRAJA.”

I thought this would create some sympathy for me and I will get some help from them. At least he would offer me a shelter till the drizzle stops.

That was not to happen. He pointed his finger in other direction. “That light you can see, is DAK BUNGALOW. You may get some shelter there.” I calculated the distance. It must be around a kilometer. I thanked him and picked up my baggage and started off for the DAK BUNGALOW. I remembered stories of GHOST BLACKSMITHS and looked at their feet whether they were in opposite direction. Luckily they were in right direction.

It took some 25 minutes for me to reach the light source. Yes. That was the DAK BUNGALOW. There was one watchman’s cabin at the gate. The bungalow was big and had verandah. Huge trees were surrounding the bunglow. There were two closed doors. 

The curtains on the door were drawn and were swaying with breeze.

I called out for watchman. There was no response. I waited for nearly five minutes near the cabin. But there was no human movement. Only the branches of the trees and the curtains were moving with the breeze. I dared to go near the veranda where a bulb of 40 watts was glowing. I again shouted out. “Is anybody there? “

No response.

Then I decided to get on to verandah to get some shelter away from the drizzle. I put my belongings on the verandah. I took out the bed sheet from the bag and laid it on the floor. I also took out the pack of cards and started playing SOLO game. Though I was feeling sleepy, I could not do so because of two reasons. One was the uncertainty of human presence and second was the costly demo-kit I had.

The continuous drizzle and the swaying of trees & also the curtains on the door, was adding chill to the atmosphere. Occasional barking of the dogs in far off darkness was making me more alert.

I was playing cards and occasionally looking at the closed doors whether anybody was opening them. Nothing happened.

My race with the time was severely against me.

Some times the cool breeze was making me shiver.

It was half past one now. Card game was my good company.

At three I again had another look at the watchman cabin and also at the closed doors of verandah. No signs of human existence.

When the watch showed 5 in the morning I folded the bed sheet and packed my things to carry with me. I came out of bungalow. Still the drizzle had not stopped. I came on the road. Felt a little human movement. Traced back the same road which I took to come to the DAK BUNGALOW. I saw one chaiwala lighting the stove. Felt relieved. Waited there for him to make the tea. After sipping the hot tea I asked him for conveyance to ADGAONRAJA. I got a shared SIX SEATER. In 15 minutes time I was in ADGAONRAJA. I waited for the bus to SINDKHEDRAJA. In an hours time I was with my good old friend.

I was so delighted to see my friend after so many years that I forgot the chilly experience I went through. But when I got on to the train back to Mumbai, I recollected every minute I spent at ADGAONMAHI. I wondered how I got the courage to face the spine chilling atmosphere.

I would like to narrate one more thrilling experience I had some 15 years ago.

I was in SHEGAON a pilgrimage place in Vidarbha. I was there to demonstrate our COUNTERMATE for some donations collection application.

Just one day later I was free to leave the place. When I came to book my return ticket by bus, I remembered of my schoolmate who was staying in a place called  SINDKHEDRAJA some 10 KMs from ADGAONRAJA which was around 150 kms from SHEGAON.

Calculating 3-4 hours by bus journey I booked for the bus which was expected at 4 O'Clock in the evening at SHEGAON.

Carrying back the demo unit and my personal baggage I came to the pick up point and eagerly waited for the bus to come.

I was looking forward to meet my friend after a gap of 35-40 years.

But the bus arrived only at 8-30 P.M. I still decided to stick to my plan considering my reaching time would be around 12 at midnight. I thought I would take a lodge for night shelter and move on to my friend's place next day in the morning.

I got on to the bus and told the driver-conductor that I was going for the first time to this place and they should take  care that I get off at right place. They agreed to my request.

Feeling assured I went off to sleep. At around 12-30 I was woken up by the conductor saying I had reached the place where I was supposed to get off. I thanked him and got off the bus after taking my baggage down. The demo unit was quite heavy.  Immediately the bus left.

I found myself alone on the totally dark highway. It was drizzling. I wondered which place that was. I saw some light around half a kilometer away. I moved in that direction occasionally cursing myself for deciding to visit my friend. The heavy demo unit was really a problem to carry it along.

Reaching the source of light, I found that there was one couple of IRON SMITHs working on iron rods. I was happy that there was life and some hope of getting shelter.

  "Can I get a lodge here nearby?" I asked.

 " No. There is no lodge here anywhere." Replied the blacksmith.

I was stunned. I said, “ My God. How come there is no lodge here. This is ADGAONRAJA a Taluka place.”

“ No Saheb. This is ADGAON MAHI. ADGAONRAJA is 15 KMs from here.”

“Oh God. What I can do now? I wanted to be in ADGAONRAJA.”

I thought this would create some sympathy for me and I will get some help from them. At least he would offer me a shelter till the drizzle stops.

That was not to happen. He pointed his finger in other direction. “That light you can see, is DAK BUNGALOW. You may get some shelter there.” I calculated the distance. It must be around a kilometer. I thanked him and picked up my baggage and started off for the DAK BUNGALOW. I remembered stories of GHOST BLACKSMITHS and looked at their feet whether they were in opposite direction. Luckily they were in right direction.

It took some 25 minutes for me to reach the light source. Yes. That was the DAK BUNGALOW. There was one watchman’s cabin at the gate. The bungalow was big and had verandah. Huge trees were surrounding the bunglow. There were two closed doors. 

The curtains on the door were drawn and were swaying with breeze.

I called out for watchman. There was no response. I waited for nearly five minutes near the cabin. But there was no human movement. Only the branches of the trees and the curtains were moving with the breeze. I dared to go near the veranda where a bulb of 40 watts was glowing. I again shouted out. “Is anybody there? “

No response.

Then I decided to get on to verandah to get some shelter away from the drizzle. I put my belongings on the verandah. I took out the bed sheet from the bag and laid it on the floor. I also took out the pack of cards and started playing SOLO game. Though I was feeling sleepy, I could not do so because of two reasons. One was the uncertainty of human presence and second was the costly demo-kit I had.

The continuous drizzle and the swaying of trees & also the curtains on the door, was adding chill to the atmosphere. Occasional barking of the dogs in far off darkness was making me more alert.

I was playing cards and occasionally looking at the closed doors whether anybody was opening them. Nothing happened.

My race with the time was severely against me.

Some times the cool breeze was making me shiver.

It was half past one now. Card game was my good company.

At three I again had another look at the watchman cabin and also at the closed doors of verandah. No signs of human existence.

When the watch showed 5 in the morning I folded the bed sheet and packed my things to carry with me. I came out of bungalow. Still the drizzle had not stopped. I came on the road. Felt a little human movement. Traced back the same road which I took to come to the DAK BUNGALOW. I saw one chaiwala lighting the stove. Felt relieved. Waited there for him to make the tea. After sipping the hot tea I asked him for conveyance to ADGAONRAJA. I got a shared SIX SEATER. In 15 minutes time I was in ADGAONRAJA. I waited for the bus to SINDKHEDRAJA. In an hours time I was with my good old friend.

I was so delighted to see my friend after so many years that I forgot the chilly experience I went through. But when I got on to the train back to Mumbai, I recollected every minute I spent at ADGAONMAHI. I wondered how I got the courage to face the spine chilling atmosphere.