Call of Home 1. Postings are an integral part of life in services; one relishes them some times and hate them all other times. So I was not amazed when I got posted to Jaiselmer, infact I was a wee bit pleased that it was not too far from my home town which happens to be Ludhiana. The sad part of getting posted to Jaiselmer was that my wife could not accompany me due to certain professional and personal reasons. It was after four months of lonely stay that I got the opportunity to get her to Jaiselmer. I promptly applied for some leave and my boss very magnanimously granted three days. Now started the predicament, journey by bus or by train took 24 hours one way, this resulted in less than 24 hours at home to see my folks, I wanted a little longer stay. I tried various permutations and combinations of bus and train routes but nothing could increase my stay at Ludhiana.
2. It was then I decided to take my M800 for a little longish ride to and fro Ludhiana. I picked up a map and poured over to find the shortest distance between the two places, I could not reduce it to below 800 km. The route lay through bleakest desert in the country to the land of green revolution. I memorized the route by heart, various waypoints and waited for the day when my leave would begin. I went over and over the plan to check for any weakness in it, which could increase my journey time and reduce the time of my stay at home.
3. Two days before D-day I checked the car, it seemed raring to go. I topped it up and parked in the garage for next two days, imagining to myself that the car is resting before the final race.
4. The D-day arrived, I went to work in the morning. In office it took me some effort to contain myself as I was raring to go. The clock struck thirty minutes past one in the afternoon and my leave had started. I rushed home, quickly changed over, picked the night kit and a water camper, to make me pass some time incase I got struck in the dreary desert. I had a quick bite and I was on my way, bang on my preplanned time of 2.30 pm.
5. Within five minutes I was out of Jaiselmer town and was heading north. The road ahead was smooth as silk, the traffic as expected was almost nonexistent. The weather was quite merciful, the car felt light and responded perfectly. Soon the sense of anticipation gave way to that of a gay abandon and of absolute freedom. I pressed down the accelerator. The first leg of the journey was from Jaiselmer to Bikaner a distance of 330 km and the time I had allotted to myself for completion of this leg was four and a half hours. First waypoint was Pokhran, 100 km from Jaiselmer and I completed it in one hour and 25 minutes. That was five minutes ahead of my scheduled time. Encouraged, I pressed on kicking more sand behind my car. At Phalodi, a huge dune had invaded about 300 meters of the road, I requested an Army shaktiman going in the same direction to watch my tail and help me incase I needed it. I pressed on making my own road. I was out of the dune in about five minutes. It was 6 pm and I had reached the city of Bikaner. I realized that I had not set my foot on the mother earth for last three and a half hours. I stopped at a roadside and devoured a packet of potato wafers and a bottle of Pepsi while the sun set behind a dune. I thanked the MNCs for these small mercies, they have a presence even in most isolated parts of the country. Though by now I had seen a lot of famous Rajasthani sunsets and sunrises, there was something special about this one. Giving myself no more than what I had allotted for myself, 20 mins, I set off for Suratgarh, 180 kms away. Finally, I hit some traffic and the road to Suratgarh was full of trucks, all loaded and coming in a wave after wave, my ordinary 60 watts halogen head lamps kept me in a good stead. Over here I saw road users adopt perfect manners for night driving, a rarity in the country. It almost a courteous dipping of head lights to the incoming traffic. To me it was an example of brotherhood in times of adversity; in this case land itself was the adversary, with nothingness spanning miles. I completed the journey in flat preplanned three hours. By the time I reached Suratgarh, I was having hunger pangs in my stomach. I thought, I should give a much deserved rest to the car as it had started to knock on accelerations. I stopped at a dhaba and had a few chapattis with dal makhni, food now had a distinct punjabi flavour with some Rajasthani sand in it. I checked out state of road from my brethren driving much heavier machines even though I felt much more confident as I was about to enter ‘apna Punjab’. After filling up the tank I started for the third leg of my journey to Bathinda. It was another stretch of 180 kms passing through small towns of Rajasthan and Punjab. It was here that I had a heart stopping incident of my journey. By now accustomed to good roads as I sped towards Hanumangarh my car went into violent vertical oscillations, quite a few of them before I could bring it to halt. I thought that my adventure had come to an end and I would be sitting by the side of road for the sun to rise with a broken suspension in my car. To my surprise everything seemed normal I drove slowly for a few more yards and nothing wrong could be identified, culprit was the road itself, it was smooth but water logging problem in the area had turned it into fifty kilometers of a see saw ride.
6. It was at Bathinda that I found myself to be behind by 15 minutes of my preplanned time of 1 o’clock midnight. The road from Bathinda to Ludhiana was a state highway and thanks to Punjab Police personnel who were still manning the check posts, even though the Punjab problem seemed to have ended.
7. It was 12 hours and 30 minutes and dot 810 kms under the bonnet of my M 800 that I stood outside the locked gates of my house trying to prove my identity to my wife as I had kept the whole endeavour a secret from her. I spent almost 48 hrs at home. My journey back two days later took 15 hours.
P.S.
1. The journey was performed in Nov 1994 and this was written about six to eight months later. So narration in some parts may look silly but wasn’t so at that time.
2. I was newly married, thus the motivation to make this dash.
3. I later patented this trip and made about five more in two years that I stayed there. |