This story is some 20 years back, but I remember it very clearly. It happened like this:
Our family of four, myself, dad, mother and younger brother and a family friend with his family of three, were travelling from Shirdi to pune. Our ride was 1967 Fiat 1100D.
We had our 'Darshan', offered our prayers and were out of Shirdi at around 3 pm feeling very satisfied. We now chose Shirdi- Sangamner- Pune route. Shirdi- Sangamner route was very lonely at that time.
We were cruising sedately at around 70kmph, the road had deep trench on both sides, almost of 10-12 feet deep. My father who was driving, suddenly sensed something wrong. He cautiously applied brakes, changed gears, and brought the vehicle to a standstill. He thought we had a puncture. When we were out examining, we found out that the nut bolt of the lower knuckle joint was missing, the wheel had come off from the lower side and was resting in the mudguard. We were shell shocked and were contemplating about the due course of action. No vehicle was stopping. My father went couple of hundred meter back too inspect the road for the fallen nut bolt, amazingly he found the duo.
Almost 2 hours passed by, when a local jeep stopped. After inspection the driver declared that this job can only be done by using two jacks. He lent his tools and by using ours he lifted the vehicle on two jacks. Our family friend then went with him to Sangamner to get a mechanic.
It was sunset already, and there was no sign of the mechanic. Darkness had started to creep in. Frankly speaking we were scared. My father showed immense composure and took my mother ,younger brother with friends wife and son to nearby field surrounded by trees. Idea was that we should remain safe and secluded.
After half hour or so, we saw a vehicle approaching, we thought that Dad's friend was back with mechanic. But we were disappointed to see an old ambassador filled with Roudy people to hilt. The car passed us slowly.We didn't dare to stop that car for help. But the car stopped and reversed back. People got out of the car. The stench of their drink was getting to me now. I'm sure my father was also afraid, but didn't show his emotions.
The ambassador was AP registered. There were almost eight people in the car.
They took one look at the vehicle, and spoke something in Telugu. Two guys took of their shirts and went under the vehicle. There were noises of hammers, and pliers under the vehicle. After twenty minutes or so, they emerged from under the car. They said in broken Hindi, that everything is done except for one powerful stroke of hammer. The big hammer required to generate that kind of force, was not present with us, it is normally present with the truck drivers. They literally stood in middle of road to make a truck stop. The driver was reluctant to lend his hammer. These guys threatened him, and took the required tool and repaired our vehicle.
They even took a trial ride to see if everything was okay.
We were so thankful to them, so asked them about the charges. They denied it saying they were only helping and doing God's service.
Saying this they just zoomed off.
It was almost 10 pm then. The divine people spent almost 3 hours to help us.
Eventually the mechanic arrived, inspected the vehicle and were cleared to proceed.
What will you call this friends? Isn't it a divine stroke?
Even to this date this instance remains a very special and mesmerizing one to me.
I have now made a point to always help the stranded people on road. This is my little bit to always remain in there debt.
Cheers.
Abhijeet. |