The plight of a typical Southee in North india .

The plight of a typical Southee in North india .

Though , I had lived in Bombay for seventeen years, I was not aware that I was not well exposed to nothee habits.

I was sent on official tour to rajasthan atomic power station site , a place, known as , rawatbata and I was a little nervous in the beginning .but I could conceal it because of my Bombay friend , Vishwaroop already living at rawatbata site .

My official requirement demanded for a very long stay at my new place for 21 days.

To relieve my nervous nature , I had been requesting , my friend vishwaroop to take me to a very splendid picnic spot , by name , Saddle dam on the out skirts of Rana Pratap Sagar dam, a scenic spot , across the river ,Chambal .

Vishwaroop went on postponing taking me to Saddle dam for all the 20 days as it was winter and evenings were becoming slightly dark too soon.

As I could not control my temptation to visit Saddle dam, on 21^st day , I decided to walk to the picnic spot all alone that long stretch of five miles from my guest house.

As I started walking , it became a litlle dark ,sooner than my expectation.

In an unknown place , that too through a mini forest , walking all alone with a map in my hand made me feel, “ Did I make a wrong choice of going all alone to Saddle dam , that too in twilight hours “ ? .

To cap it all , I saw a lone stranger coming in front of me , at a distance of about one hundred feet.

I became more nervous, as I was all alone AND AS THE STRANGER CAME CLOSER AND CLOSER TO ME , I noticed he is a typical , rural Rajasthani villager.

He had a thick brush like mustache , a matching heavy turban, two inch thick chappal, half inch thick ring on his ancle s, a long spear in the hand and a camel by his side walking along.

As he was coming closer and closer , I could hear my heart beat palpitations loud and clear.

When I was at a distance of just ten feet, he made a loud call, “ Jairamjeeki “.

I instantaneously sprang on my feet and ran helter skelter towards my guest house………..my only thought was , “ In addition to all those scary description , How in the Hell , that Johny knows my name also ! ! ? ?

Gasping for breath, I was a little relieved seeing my intimate pal , Vishwarrop , there at the gate of my guest house. Along with him my another friend Umashankasr and Goshal were standing to listen to my experience.

As I completed narrating that sensational experience, the whole group burst into roaring laughter,stating , rather explaining to me , uttering the Bhagwan’s name “ Jairamjeeki “ in North India all along the belt of Rajashan, Madhyaprdesh, U.P and Bihar is tantamounting to greeting, in a synonymous way to ,saying , “ Victory To Bhagawan Shri Ramchandarjee “