Doctorjee visited Muktapur
village (in Katol Taluk) for a Utsava (festival) celebration of the local
Sangha Shakha. That year, the Varsha Pratipada (Hindu New Year's Day) fell in
Mid-April, the height of summer in that area. (The temperatures easily hit
110-120 F in this region at this time of the year). The stifling, searing heat
of a boiling, scorching sun had begun to be felt right at 8:30 AM when the Utsava
function of the morning shakha concluded.
In our eagerness to
organize a good function, the local workers had completely forgotten about
arranging Doctorjee's return transportation to Nagpur. The nearest bus stop was
at Katol, 14 miles away. The road was nothing but hard packed earth, full of
pits and boulders with nary a tree or shade in sight.
The common form of
transportation from Muktapur to Katol in those days (1928) was a bullock cart.
One had to make arrangement for it on the previous day. Muktapur Swayamsevaks
obviously had not done this, and so they were looking for a canopied bullock
cart at the last minute, in desperation. They could not find it since most
bullock owners had taken the bulls to the agricultural fields for tilling the
land.
Finally, an open bullock-cart
was located. It was small to accommodate all in Doctorjee's group, but somehow
everybody squeezed in. As the journey was in progress in the blistering sun sorching
the people, the Swayamsevaks responsible for this were feeling extreme guilt,
shame and remorse. The leader was in tears. As soon as Doctorjee saw me he
smiled and said, "Hey, why are you feeling sad? Cheer up; you did the best
with whatever was available!" He patted him on his back.
The whole group instantly
became cheerful, and the rest of the journey was done in a very good mood. I
saw Doctorjee many times after this incident, but he never mentioned it to
anyone, anywhere.
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