Airlift!
Three helicopters were put into service. It was quite a unique task for the pilots as well as the support staff. Taking off from the city’s airport, the three reached the highway in time to airlift the gang of six.
These were special type of helicopters with a larger catchment area. After all the task was so, where everything depended upon the area available for the airlift, such was the package being lifted.
And even after deployment of such large helicopters, the area in each was just enough for two. Hence the three copters.
Reaching the copters to the site was the easiest task. The real fun started once the copters had reached.
How do the support staff persuade the package to climb into the copters? That was the million dollar question!
But in the country in which the drama took place, time is of essence. So the support staff took the easiest and fastest route and just shot the package! Oh, don’t worry.
It was a shot of tranquillisers and soon the 6 buffaloes (the package) were snoring away. After that it was quite easy to persuade the buffaloes to climb into the helicopters and reach heights where no buffaloes had gone before.
And that’s how buffaloes are kept clear from the autobahn in Germany. No if’s…no but’s…though it was a quite unbelievable for me, when I read it in the morning newspaper, that some adventurous buffaloes managed to give the creeps to some speed demons on the German Autobahn.
Nearer home, animals of all shapes and sizes manage to walk on the highways as if roaming in the garden.
In fact I have seen some buffaloes sitting prettily in the middle of a busy road, in a city I happened to visit.
When I asked the experienced taxi driver, “How do they manage to sit calmly in meditation on the busy road?”
He just smirked and answered, “The air displaced by the passing cars don’t allow the city mosquitoes to get a toehold on the buffaloes and thus they are protected from deadly diseases like malaria…buffalo malaria”
That logic convinced me about the common sense and wisdom of Indian buffaloes and I promptly went off to sleep in the taxi.
Yatindra Tawde
Three helicopters were put into service. It was quite a unique task for the pilots as well as the support staff. Taking off from the city’s airport, the three reached the highway in time to airlift the gang of six.
These were special type of helicopters with a larger catchment area. After all the task was so, where everything depended upon the area available for the airlift, such was the package being lifted.
And even after deployment of such large helicopters, the area in each was just enough for two. Hence the three copters.
Reaching the copters to the site was the easiest task. The real fun started once the copters had reached.
How do the support staff persuade the package to climb into the copters? That was the million dollar question!
But in the country in which the drama took place, time is of essence. So the support staff took the easiest and fastest route and just shot the package! Oh, don’t worry.
It was a shot of tranquillisers and soon the 6 buffaloes (the package) were snoring away. After that it was quite easy to persuade the buffaloes to climb into the helicopters and reach heights where no buffaloes had gone before.
And that’s how buffaloes are kept clear from the autobahn in Germany. No if’s…no but’s…though it was a quite unbelievable for me, when I read it in the morning newspaper, that some adventurous buffaloes managed to give the creeps to some speed demons on the German Autobahn.
Nearer home, animals of all shapes and sizes manage to walk on the highways as if roaming in the garden.
In fact I have seen some buffaloes sitting prettily in the middle of a busy road, in a city I happened to visit.
When I asked the experienced taxi driver, “How do they manage to sit calmly in meditation on the busy road?”
He just smirked and answered, “The air displaced by the passing cars don’t allow the city mosquitoes to get a toehold on the buffaloes and thus they are protected from deadly diseases like malaria…buffalo malaria”
That logic convinced me about the common sense and wisdom of Indian buffaloes and I promptly went off to sleep in the taxi.
Yatindra Tawde
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