A Chance Meeting in Jaipur
Posted by Doug in Travel at 5:01 pm “Let’s take the Palace on Wheels!” Tammy just about shrieked in my ear as she read about the special luxury train from Delhi that goes through Jaipur. This from the gal who refused any of the luxury hotels Jaipur has available to opt for, well, we were not sure. Well it would not be to tomorrow anyway, and I thought, it is just a train, let us spend the money on good food and a golden Buddha to take back to our friend Lola back in Los Angeles. “You know, I think my old high school wrestling coach was from Jaipur. I wonder if he’s here?” That was years ago Tammy said, as we sipped relieving cold beer at a little bar. We were waiting for chapati and samosas and (bravely we thought) a fish curry, for a little respite from all the hub bub that is India.
“You never told me you wrestled,” said Tammy. “I was terrible,” I said. “But it kept me away from home during the long winters in Cleveland. Maybe I should ask the bar tender if he ever heard of Mr. Pravati.” the bar tender looked like a wrestler, low to the ground, thick shouldered. what are the chances. “Hey, Bub, I used to know this guy who was from Jaipur, taught wrestling in the USA. A Mr. Pravati. Ever heard of him?” The bar tender looked at me for a moment, swabbing the inside of a bar glass with a white towel. “There are many Pravatis here, it would be hard to know. But I did know one gentleman who wrestled, but he went to Korea to coach, and no one has ever heard of him.” Just them the food came out all at once, the kitchen doors exploding open, and the silver plates were quickly placed before us. I looked up to see an older man, trim and thick necked, handing us silver ware. As soon as I saw him, I knew it was Mr. Pravati.
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