Chuk Chuk Gaadi :)

Train journeyz as explained by geet in "jab we met" reely make ur heart beat at an abnormal rate. I have alwayz loved the one way train journeyz as in from my hometown to some other city and maximum times itz been aamchi mumbai. Travelling used to happen during the much awaited summer and winter vacations.While boarding the train for b'bay I used to be on the 7th heaven( as though was harry potter and my destination was Hogwarts and nt b'bay) and while boarding the train from b'bay I used to start praying hard to GOD, a couple of dayz before, by offering HIM all sorta bribes "PLZ PLZ PLZ postpone ma stay,I'll be the best child in the world,I wont trouble my mom and I swear I wont fight with my elder sister"(connecting myself very strongly wid calvin).O c'mon the very thought of going back to hometown and re-opening of the school and 'fir padhai ' wala cloud hovering around ma head,the monday blues etc -I didnt quite like it. As it is the best part about school used to consist of assembly( most of the times skipping it by reaching school l8 and consequently getting punished),zero period,recess,drawing period,library period(esp the videoroom 1),and various other functions. And then after finding myself seated in the train,I used to complain to ma mom "woz the point of being religious when GOD doesnt respond to ur prayers ." And as usual mom used to turn a deaf ear to my crappy cribbings.

But isnt it a wonder,that the things which mean so much to you take a U turn when you cross the threshold of teenage and enter in2 the adulthood fase. When in job, the journey from b'bay used to fill ma heart with rejoice and the journey for b'bay used to fill my eyes with tears. Ekdum 180 degrees turn.But not to that extent as it is for others ,becoz b'bay is ma second home.Newayz aftr I kicked ma job the good old childhood dayz were back with a bang becoz I had taken a drop fr mba prep.And the second fase of gd/pi with most of the interviews centre as b'bay I could relive those dayz again :) The only difference being that during school time u couldnt afford to flunk or fare badly coz the competition used to be with a bunch of peepz and u couldnt come up with lame excuses.But now thnx to these competitives which give a relative score and allow lacz of candidates to take an exam , U can alwayz be ready with da most common excuse " To compete with IITians and sum oda freakoz aint an easy job " ;) coz its pretty much obvious that u aint mentally demented :P So,after finshing off with one of ma gd/pi's wch was scheduled in b'bay and spending omost a week having a blast with my cousins, the doomsday had come when I had to return to my hometown - yeah end of all fun :x ( Not that I dun like my place its juss that life gets pretty much boring and monotonous during a drop, with all ur frenz in job or pursuing PG). I boarded the train and my cousin helped me place my luggage and left. Luckily the train was'nt jampacked. And even before the train could take off( yaar angrezi thodi kumzor hai plane takes off that I know train ka nai pata), I had to attend n number of phone callz. Thats what happens when u look like a kid inspite of being in ur twenties :x Parents and relatives are extremely worried about you. They ring you every hour and give you the same pravachans " beta compartment mein ladies toh haina , hope the crowd is okayish, hope u arent the only gal, dun speak to strangerz, dont take anything if somebody offers u ( kuch mila diya toh),dont get down any station , dont buy anthing from the vendors,station food is highly unhygienic and unhealthy " and the pravachan goes on and on...being reiterated from evry person that calls me...so much so that I actually hafta shift my hand towards the wall " like talk to the hand" ,spare me typez gesture. And I humm that song of britney ♫ For my life has been so overprotected ♫ . So after the constant buzzing of the fone was over , I started listening to some music , got bored read a few pages (by few i mean 2-3 pages) of "stay hungry stay foolish" which I had purposely purchased at the station itself ( are bahi mba lyf enter kar rahein hain socha khareed toh le padhein na padhe baad mein dekhi jaegi ;)),got bored again ,looked outside the window got all the more bored. The train halted at some station and in the midst of hustle and bustle, a guy entered the compartment and started placing the luggage, his was upper berth and m9 was lower.It being afternoon,he decided to sit on the lower birth( jaise sab karte hain). The third person hadnt come as I had already mentioned that it being off season, train wasnt so crowded . I kept a cold and reserved look on my face as ♫ momma told me dont be talking to stranger..dont be talking to stranger...stranger is danger ♫. But then if sum1 asks you a question u cant just turn a deaf ear and look the other side .Rite! So I gave the answer and in order to show myself preoccupied started reading that supaboring novel and yawning at the same time.Bloody he dint have nething to do so said " This is a nice novel , I have read it, but the other one by rashmi bansal is better " I replied" ya Connecting the dots ,which speaks about da big tycoons wch dont have an mba degree." But then I whispered to myself( woh bhi jhilaoo thi aur yeh bhi supajhilao...woh bhi poori nai padhi..yeh bhi nai padhenge :P) Then the usual intro followed as to wotcha doing n all. On figuring out that hez into a peripatetic job I pondered over " bichara nomad( hindi mein woh kya bolte hain banjara)" and asked him so much of travelling "dont u get sick of it?" I dun remember wot he said..but then I personally feel evry1 cant kick their job like me na, and dose lyrics frm summer of '69 flashed ♫ aint no use in complaining when u got a job to do ♫. Then the usual discussion of which board being lenient in giving marks and all started ( I was like dude abhi gd/pi deke aaein hain paka mat)....Then the usual bragging session....I said I scored ab.cd%ile in CAT n he was like it aint a big deal even I scored this much last yr...( I was like O trei...yeh toh intelli hai..amin bio wala hoke bhi itta laya)...But then when he said that he scored sum 80ish in cet(coz cet is like bhery easy) and had just got up and taken both the exams...I came to know bahi TUKKEBAJI chal gayi iski toh....n explained him the difference between the two exams and told that since u got that score without any prep so you dont know its value....Boss but the guy was very loquacious...amin radio band he nai hora tha uska :P Sorry to mention it but when you get into a discussion wherein you tend to defend your board(like ICSE in my case and SSC board in his case) u tend to look into the eye of the other person rite ?amin thats one of the qualities of a good speaker and I am one. But after a couple of eye contacts during the process of defending ,I figured out that he was a squint and the moment I gotta know that I was entrapped in a giggle loop. I know that was rude but then its GOD's mistake to have made this uncontrollable laughter, that snowballs beyond one's ctrl. Okies sorry! I dint laaf on his face amin he dint come to know about it.Get it! So stop giving me that poking look and tagging me as a RUDYY! Time passed by and dinner time came. I opened my khaane ka dabba which my granny had packed for me and as per shishtachaar I asked him " Do you wana have some parathas" and bloody hell !! he replied saying " I dont take anything from strangers,what if u lootofy me and flee off " I opened my eyes wide and was about to say "Boss who would lootofy a tatterdemalion like you" but he immediately said " hey hey just kidding!" so I spared his life! Newayz the next morning when the train was about to reach my hometown...even this guy was there and just a minute before when the train was about to touch my hometown he said "it was nice meeting you, good that u were there otherwise train journey gets boring ...I was like yeah.??..and then he asked me my cell number and guess what??? dude he invited trouble coz i gave such a witty and sarcastic reply, "Well, my mom wouldnt like it, if I exchange numbers with strangers" that on getting down at the station he rushed off outta embarassment.

Haaah! in the face stranger!