A philosopher senior engineer told me ten years ago that you and I are walking on two wooden logs in the bottomless ocean of the world, like logs they meet while waving among the waves in the sea and when they get back together after parting, nobody knows.
In this context, I am presenting to you an incident that happened in my life. I was working in Vidyut Mandal Jaipur in the year 1970. One day I went with my junior engineer with my family jeep to plan the electrification of Phulera Panchayat Samiti. The first Phulera reached Jobner after seeing Sambhar area, it was almost evening. The junior engineer along with me expressed his desire to meet his relative Mathur Saheb, who was then a professor in Jobner Agricultural College, and we all reached his residence. When we left after the tea and breakfast, both the tires of the jeep got punctured. Then again reached Mathur Sahib’s house in another vehicle and after having dinner rested at his residence for the night. In course of time this incident was forgotten.
Just five days ago, in the colony near my residence in Jodhpur, after the death of Joshiji, who was the director of the Bikaner Agricultural University, there was a third condolence meeting. I also went to pay my respects to him. When I sat there, I asked the person sitting next to me, how do you know Joshi ji? He told me that I and Joshiji used to teach together in Bikaner Agricultural University. Then I looked at him carefully and realized that this gentleman had ever met me before. I asked him again hesitatingly – Are you the only Mathur sahib who taught in Jobner College in 1970? He said- Yes and by taking the name of my then junior engineer, the situation became clear that he is the same Mathur sahib whom I got a chance to meet again in 2015, i.e. after 45 years from the year 1970. Isn’t it surprising?
That’s why it is rightly said – I don’t know who, when, where can be found in this ocean of the world?
-Er. Tarachand
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