This is a true story. (And this can only happen in Pakistan or may be India)
Kahuta is a small place and was even smaller when this happened.
A very good friend of mine traveled to Pindi (Rawalpindi) for a day's visit. He was posted (after graduation from medical school) in Kahuta and the best was to travel from Kauta to Pindi was Bus. Pindi is a city situated in a valley and all approaches to this city must go through mountainous tracks. It is a scenic type of view with a winding road but the roads at that time were not very wide and barely two vehicles could pass each other.
On the way back the bus started off as usual without any problems.
However, at sunset, the driver discovered that the headlights were not working. In fact there were no lights and (the road was winding going through the mountains) the Bus had to slow down depending on the visbility of the driver.
Our lives were in his hands (Ya Allah rehm ker)
"Anybody has a light or "torch" or "battery" (meaning a flash-light) or something?"
Sure enough somebody had a torch (flash-light) which was promptly handed over to the "conductor" who helped the driver avoid the dangerous turns of the road in that remarkable glow of the flashlight. There were other buses or trucks that some time will pass and light up the road for a bit (thus generously saving the battery of our flashlight).
It took longer (Longest evening of my life, my friend says) to get to Kahuta but we did reach safe and sound. (Jis ko Allah rakkhay uss ko kaun chakkhay)
Saugoree means I was born or I hail from Saugor This is the way they spelt the name of that city of my birth during British days of India. Then I moved at 11 years of age to Kotla a village in the Panjab close to the Kashmir border where I finished my initial education and childhood going on to Lahore for further studies where I got BSc and MBBS and then left for NWFP where I spent 2 1/2 years, teaching in the new Medical School, and from there leaving for UK and then USA
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2 comments:
I can imagine the fear !
And people still travel like this so commonly in that part of the world..
Yes and btw I have started a second blog "Khiyal Araiyan", wanted it to be in Urdu but instead I ended up writing in Hindi.
How are you going to read Hindi?
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