On The Road
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The Night I Stood Up

From room number 305. I have a beautiful private balcony.

I was walking through my favorite part of the road. There are many trees, tall, making an A hundred feet above you. It gets dark there. I was on phone and had just finished talking to her. Coming from the dark I was nearing a lamppost. Just before that  dark yellow light could have fallen on me a guy caught my neck from behind by his forearm. I really thought it must be somebody known, a friend’s prank yet still unlikely. In the 2nd second I was flat down on that wet road. I realized i was getting hit just on my face. I kind of opened my eyes. They must be more than four. The one who took me by his forearm tried to snatch my 1200 rupee mobile. It fell off from my fist the moment one of the shoe sole hit my thumb. I don’t remember getting hit anywhere apart from my face and few times on my forearm and hand. The moment they got my phone, I realized they were going away, they were softly running. It seemed comfortable as if it was another work for them.

I slowly stood. There was no body ever far to be seen. Around that place fog had started to appear in the distant air. I was still trying to grapple with the idea, what just happened. I couldn’t immediately imagine what to do but i started running too, after them. The beating had given me some sense of an unknown kind of wild pride. I saw an auto coming from behind, the fat driver saw me, i saw him. We connected. I in next three seconds told him that i am running behind the ones who snatched my phone a while ago. He said sit. In the meantime i saw them taking a right turn hundred feet away. I felt focused. I wasn’t even angry, It was like they keyed me to follow them. The fat auto driver drove at a speed of a comet. In 20 seconds, I got down ten steps ahead of that looking gang. All were skinny like wires not even willowly, must be younger, few might be my age. I got down started walking opposite, towards them on the footpath. i was well lit and we were approaching a cigarette vendor where i made them stop.

My fat driver. I felt he was ready to accompany me but my agility made him to observe about to happen drama. I remember I stopped right opposite to the guy who had my phone, in his pocket. I was fortunate. They seemed surprised, not terrified of course. It was dark then when I got beating. I was getting hit on my face hence had put my arms around, they never saw me. So no body moved until I said, I want nothing. Just give my phone back. It was fairly crowded and on around the cigarette shop. The moment they realized I am the same person they coupld of minutes ago had won over, i could see the expression changing towards panic. In an instant they seemed shocked. I have found them or merely chased in no time.

They started moving away from me. My eyes on pocket. I could see my phone there. That size. That frail rectangle figure. The one who had it ran backwards and I followed too. Every body else left each other and ran in different directions. While running he took out the phone and threw it there, i slowed down. He was going away. I rose in confidence. He was the only one left whom I could have chased and probably would have given something back. But i suddenly had no motive left. They all got lost in the dark again. I got my phone back, I thanked the fat auto driver. He offered me to drop to my place. That I accepted. More so out of fear. It still doesn’t feel funny. I kept wondering of what happened, so sudden.

Though I will confess that not even for a second i was afraid to go after them instead it was warming on that winter night to have got such a beating. It made alive. I enjoyed it.

I would like to remember it for all the good reasons as I got that chance of fighting for at least one phone out of so many that i have kept losing.
Until my mother reads it here, she would never know it.

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Hi, I am Narayan Kaudinya. And i welcome you on this journey, the Road to Nara ! I am an Ethnographer and a practicing Indologist. I did my masters in History and further learnt Sanskrit, Yoga and Nerve-therapy. At 24, pushing most academic sounding, office sitting works away, i felt compelled to know and understand the world and my country, Bharat/India. I travelled, and as it happened i took up teaching in Kashmir and further up in the remote villages of Baltistan in the foothills of Karakoram Ranges. For around three years and many states later there came a time when i felt that it was only while teaching i learnt how to laugh, to see, feel, breathe, love and cry -with children, and mostly resource-less parents in the harshest-freezing border conditions. I write, and work as a documentary photographer and Filmmaker, with numerous published, exhibited and some awarded stories. In my travels and life i have let nature lead me, the divine mother, and as a Yogin, my resolve here is to share my experiences and thoughts as honestly, and through them to blossom in everyone the power and possibility in pursuing your breath, that you seek your true nature with courage and curiosity. Here, on this road i will share my spirit, my love for nature, the elements of life that are us. And in doing so, i'll be happy to see you along.


  1. Wow – thank God it was not anything worse. A powerful testimony Nara. Your here for a purpose bro – glad your well and look forward to reading more of your fascinating blog posts! 😊🙏💛👊🎉

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    • Darell, welcome back my friend. Haha and look what you found, and how did you reach to this !! i almost forgot that this story was even up. It was long time ago. Thanks for even reminding me. Yes, there’s something very beautiful waiting in the line for your eyes to see. Something from Cambodia. Would be happy to know and have your views on it.

      Hope you have been well Darell. Nara x

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      • Nara, I like to start from the beginning of individuals blogs and work my way through. It does take more time but it’s worth it and I hope it shows how much I respect and appreciate the work that bloggers do. It also gives the reader the pleasure to see the journey of the blogger and how they have developed and evolved over the years since their first blog post!

        Regarding my views on this particular post – it was a very well written account on a personal experience in which you displayed real bravery in the face of danger and the fact that in the fat driver you had almost Angel-like or God send figure who helped you to safety and get back what was yours without causing any revengeful harm to those responsible for your gross mistreatment. I’m in admiration of your bravery and the courage you took in sharing this personal account with us all! So my view is that you are an inspiration for your bravery and courage and it makes me want to read more of your amazing work and fascinating experiences both personal and otherwise!

        Hope you have been well Nara. D x

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        • True Darrel. Just like life. How much involvement we will show in our friends, Parent’s or any closed one’s life, it will take shape like that.

          At the same time i, from my lil compassion filled heart appreciate your words, not here but our conversations in general, that have been previously and ongoing. Ofcourse its on and off, so much for living in reality, but you should know you are not just verbally appreciated but words much acknowledged.

          Darrel, thank you for encouraging words, i had almost forgotten about it completely.

          I have been well Darrel. Its september and hope it brings as many flowers as it promises.

          Nara x

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          • Yes Nara, it’s a pleasure reading and commenting on your work as well having general conversation with you! Let’s have a good new month! Blessings to you bruv! X

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