This story comes from the “Uncle Archives”. My uncles Ravi and Prabhu both went to NIE Mysore and were avid cricketers. Ravi in fact played Ranji for M.P, University Cricket for the University of SouthHampton, and county cricket for Hampshire before moving to the USA in the mid 60’s. Some of the stories they have are stuff that urban legends are made of.
So once they are all coming back to Mysore from Bangalore after playing a tournament (for Sunny Side Cricket Club..I think). The train stops in Maddur for a few minutes and restarts again. As it started, one of the guys puts out his hand to take an orange from a vendor who was carrying the basket on his head. Now, because of the train moving, his hand hits the basket, and the entire contents spill over the platform. The vendor of course starts shouting, and the engine driver sees this and stops the train. The vendors friends are all getting into the compartments to search for the “loafers”. In the meantime our heroes(my uncle including), are scared out of their wit and the entire team (YES the entire team) squeezes into the bathroom and locks the door. People are piled on top of each other. A few minutes later, the guys give up their search and the train restarts. Our “dirty dozen” does not come out of the toilet until they reach Mysore.
I still don’t understand how their equipment and other things were untouched.
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