VIZAG
A
trip to Vizag , on the last minute no idea about how me and my dad will get
through as the flight do have a layover time of about 26 hours . Totally gone
down, but I need to be there by the next day for my "Farming" to make
me look perfect on May 2014. At-last , as in usual Indian bureaucracy system ,
tried to have my "big hands" to recommend for me and my dad to get a
suitable ac coach. Unfortunately the bloody TT was becoming a acting like a
paradigm for "Kejriwal "and I got rejected. Never in a mood to fail ,
thought about trying again and again. Finally made it when I reached at EKM
with new TT, the best thing happened in between was that I enjoyed wonderful
love making between college couple in the side of AC coach by to couples from
"Kottayam" to "Ernakulam".
Bells
rang Trang Trang!!! and I was taken to 5 years back to 2008-2009: it’s
like a similar story that is "Vinnaithandi Varuvaya", seems like
memoirs taking me to a level where I couldn't even take myself back. Even
on those days train journey was a routine from Day to night: it was like
Trivandrum-Kottayam-Kollam-Trivandrum, being jobless and that same time
employed also in train. Having books from "Chetan Bhagat" and nobody
in compartment will some time turn to be a beach side resort for ME and HER.
Soon Sabari Express was like heaven for us. Talks, Fights, ...... and .....
Finally dropping down on Kollam with my friends bike leaving him in the station
and a regular eye wetting session by her to me saying bye for a week was mostly
invalid: because next day I "swipe" the same train with an eager
interest to complete my job with perfection. Last day for the eye wetting for
her was the most fucking day as I met another "fucking one" who made
my eyes wet till some time even the latter was never in comparable to the
former one.
Could
you please move on?, a normal acquaintance which brought me to the present. I
said "Yes",
Its
the same girl who cried in front of TT for the ticket extension. I always had
the habit of noticing girls on such occasion which made my memory pick up the
same within minutes. Gorgeous as real beauty, what "Kottayam" what
"Trivandrum", Let me know concentrate on her and her only, I made my
mind as my dad luckily got berth 4 compartments away, and I knew that he had a
book in hand too, recollecting my moms curses for not taking food while he
reads.
It
was like "cadbury ad beta man
mein laddu futa !" when she sat near my berth.
For me I thanked that bloody TT who didn’t allowed me berth first and making my
dad sit away. It was Shizni a wonder girl who is travelling to Vizag and
we shared some thoughts, my mom’s dishes , her typical Kottayam style foods. No
"Cafe Coffee Day" can replace this feel, getting somebody in opposite
sex to talk thorough out journey.
A
lot of memoirs shared and enjoyed playing cards in between, it was like a
perfect friend for me and there came the end of the journey and never expected
a hug and a quote that I made her journey perfect. Thought that she might be a settled
girl. Felt like talking a bottle of coke and went down the train and amazed to
see her surrounded by lot of kids.
Asked
her what was that? and a pretty nice answer : “I am the coordinator for
mentally retarded children’s NGO and they all came to welcome me, and the next sentence made me think like am a fool as she said” As
being an orphan I always wanted to do such things ”
Now
I knew what the hug was for not asking a word about her family rather boasting
myself through out with fun.
