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The trainee officers camped in what was called Swiss cottage, a
               name for the tents in which we were put up. We had organized a
               cook who also stayed in a similar tent and provided us breakfast,
               lunch and dinnner.Our routine was to get up early morning and
               after washing ,brushing etc  proceed to the mess and have
               breakfast. This completed we used to visit the hills, part of
               Aravalli  formation, equipped  with compass ,Geiger Muller
               counter –equipment to measure radioactivity and make notes of

               rocks and minerals found and like this repeat the exercise on
               different days according to a program or schedule by which we
               would complete the survey of a given area shown in Survey of
               India map.

               After a week or so when I was trekking on the slope of a hill I
               stumbled upon a rock and was pushed by my weight down the
               slope and began to run down gathering momentum at each step.
               Not far away from where I hit the ground lay a giant sized
               boulder  which I missed hitting by a few yards! Had it been
               otherwise my skull would have been shattered and I would have
               met with a certain fatal accident. I can’t owe this streak of fortune
               to anything  but to my favorite Deity Sri Venkateswara.

               Kollegal Scooter accident:

               A minor accident involved collision between my two wheeler and
                bullock cart. I was returning  after a surprise visit to Kollegal
               Selection Grade post office, along with my personal assistant on
               the pillion at around 6 or 7 in the night. As the road was free of
               traffic and I wanted to reach Mysore early I rode the scooter at
               some speed. Even before I could sense what was happening a
               bullock cart was driven without a warning lamp and was merrily
               crossing the road when despite  my best attempt to stop the
               scooter I could succeed only in crashing against the wheel of the
               cart. My steno was thrown off on one side and I myself on the
               other side. To add to the confusion a police constable appeared
               on the spot as if from nowhere and began his harangue

               denouncing me unmindful of the violation of the cartman!The
               police man wanted me to lodge the scooter and wait for




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