Dedicated to the BBSR-NEW DELHI RAJDHANI ,
Sitting in the office bus as I tried to glance at the chick who had just made a rather boring and routinely sleepy journey to office , an eventful one,
I found myself staring at the front page of a popular daily "Maoists take RAJDHANI under siege" , and as I my pulses raced......
the next line made it clear which route the train took......... (1)
The same night over the dessert as my Mom traditionally open the topic of our "RELATIVES"
The nth cousin of mine was now in the pre-nuptial discussions with his beloved and her family,
imitating Maradona`s tackling and dodging skills of 86 world cup,
I was skilfully manoeuvring her open ended questions and traps , with the total recitation of my mom and aunt`s conversation
"haaan fir.....aur kya ...fir kya hua?" repeatedly as if the good old tape player era was back.....
to which my mom had the same hit on the head response.....
only that this time it was more vocal than physical.....
"LADKA hua Vishy".....(2)
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It was after the day the 1st sem exams had gotten over......I was running towards the hostel under peak summer sun to get my stuff ,
It was already 11am , RAJDHANI left in another half n hour.....I got my luggage and dashed for the hostel gate.....
where she was waiting,suddenly overwhelmed with a sinking feeling I tried to act practically and as we got in the car.....
she put on the LAGAN song "RADHA kaise na jale" and those big misty eyes with a pinch of mischief in them looked straight at me ,
restarting the "sinking pump".
We reached the station and the whole "GANG" with some "rival GANG" members were waiting, the train was on the platform,
A dozen hugs, couple of books later we had boarded the train on our maiden trip together.
As the INDIAN engineered engine started to warm up...we settled down and before we realised the next station was there,
One of the "RIVAL GANG" members called her up and said he was on his way to bid adieu to her one last time, and she ran outside to see him...
The RIVAL GANGSTER had raced the RAJDHANI all the way to the next staion to say "GOODBYE" to MY princess.
I found that argument as convincing and rational as Pakistan accusing India of funding Taliban.
And as I had the first hand experience of "the boiling Punjabi blood in my veins" , she came in looking all confused as the train had started again.
The volcano did burst, and for the first and last time she took it like the FRENCH took GERMANS in WW2, "lying down".
By the time afternoon lunch had come, just like in so many pubs,we too were back to our happy hours.
I just did not want to face the fact that after 48 hours I might not see her for years to come.
While we napped besides each other, I felt as if I was indeed experiencing Einstein`s Space-time travel. If only he had experienced this feeling
commonly known as love, he would not have wasted 10 years working on his theory of relativity.
Dusk came by and as the sun set on the scenic GAYA(BIHAR AVADH)landscape , on the compartment door with my arms around her waist, we just saw the
sky slipping into its evening gown. For once no law of physics mattered and as she turned around the mischievous look was back in her eyes,
we melted into each other`s arms and just like in all crappy hindi movies, the sound of someone approaching brought us back from SWISS ALPS.
The whole evening we spent playing her favourite games at which I sucked intentionally and for the first time realised that
the smile on some one`s face could actually arouse more goosebumps than a last ball six or fastest lap on the pool.
The thought of her going away was tearing me apart and before I could get hold of myself , I felt my shirt was moist.
All this time as she lay on my chest, the same thought had brought her GANGA JAMUNA down.
I brought her back to her cheerful state by loosing at a couple of more games that she had made up while she was a kid.
The night was spent checking on the fact weather the old couple on the opposite berth had finally dozed off or not.
It somehow reminded me of basketball , u had the times where you played passionately and then there were time off,
The only difference was that this time, the time off were involuntary and were to confirm that there were no spectators.
We hit Delhi the next morning and she dragged me to every street which sold any of the following items.
Clothes,shoes,bags,more clothes,earthen pots,some more types of dress materials, mehendiwala,some decorative stuff and finally did i mention clothes?
The range of bargain was the shopkeeper quoting Rs 400 and she Rs 80.....and as I tried to hide myself....
to my disbelief she would send me to talk to the shopkeeper once he had refused to bow down to her price....and pay him wat he had asked for.
My middleman tactics earned me a a lot of brownie points ,which I cashed in at a restaurant which seemd to have been abandoned by both its customers and staff during lunch.
Finally we left for the airport and at the departures , as I was overwhelmed by the percentage of men with turbans and women in patiala suits ,
she found a luggage trolley and I made her promise of not making a fool of herself by missing her flight deliberately,
as suggested in the climax of many Bollywood films that we had grew up on.
We hugged for one last time and the moist feeling on the chest resurfaced.
I looked into her big misty,not so mischievous, by know overflowing eyes and asked "KYA HUA?"
to which she hugged me again and whispered in my ears "LADKA HUA Vishy!".
Sitting in the office bus as I tried to glance at the chick who had just made a rather boring and routinely sleepy journey to office , an eventful one,
I found myself staring at the front page of a popular daily "Maoists take RAJDHANI under siege" , and as I my pulses raced......
the next line made it clear which route the train took......... (1)
The same night over the dessert as my Mom traditionally open the topic of our "RELATIVES"
The nth cousin of mine was now in the pre-nuptial discussions with his beloved and her family,
imitating Maradona`s tackling and dodging skills of 86 world cup,
I was skilfully manoeuvring her open ended questions and traps , with the total recitation of my mom and aunt`s conversation
"haaan fir.....aur kya ...fir kya hua?" repeatedly as if the good old tape player era was back.....
to which my mom had the same hit on the head response.....
only that this time it was more vocal than physical.....
"LADKA hua Vishy".....(2)
------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
It was after the day the 1st sem exams had gotten over......I was running towards the hostel under peak summer sun to get my stuff ,
It was already 11am , RAJDHANI left in another half n hour.....I got my luggage and dashed for the hostel gate.....
where she was waiting,suddenly overwhelmed with a sinking feeling I tried to act practically and as we got in the car.....
she put on the LAGAN song "RADHA kaise na jale" and those big misty eyes with a pinch of mischief in them looked straight at me ,
restarting the "sinking pump".
We reached the station and the whole "GANG" with some "rival GANG" members were waiting, the train was on the platform,
A dozen hugs, couple of books later we had boarded the train on our maiden trip together.
As the INDIAN engineered engine started to warm up...we settled down and before we realised the next station was there,
One of the "RIVAL GANG" members called her up and said he was on his way to bid adieu to her one last time, and she ran outside to see him...
The RIVAL GANGSTER had raced the RAJDHANI all the way to the next staion to say "GOODBYE" to MY princess.
I found that argument as convincing and rational as Pakistan accusing India of funding Taliban.
And as I had the first hand experience of "the boiling Punjabi blood in my veins" , she came in looking all confused as the train had started again.
The volcano did burst, and for the first and last time she took it like the FRENCH took GERMANS in WW2, "lying down".
By the time afternoon lunch had come, just like in so many pubs,we too were back to our happy hours.
I just did not want to face the fact that after 48 hours I might not see her for years to come.
While we napped besides each other, I felt as if I was indeed experiencing Einstein`s Space-time travel. If only he had experienced this feeling
commonly known as love, he would not have wasted 10 years working on his theory of relativity.
Dusk came by and as the sun set on the scenic GAYA(BIHAR AVADH)landscape , on the compartment door with my arms around her waist, we just saw the
sky slipping into its evening gown. For once no law of physics mattered and as she turned around the mischievous look was back in her eyes,
we melted into each other`s arms and just like in all crappy hindi movies, the sound of someone approaching brought us back from SWISS ALPS.
The whole evening we spent playing her favourite games at which I sucked intentionally and for the first time realised that
the smile on some one`s face could actually arouse more goosebumps than a last ball six or fastest lap on the pool.
The thought of her going away was tearing me apart and before I could get hold of myself , I felt my shirt was moist.
All this time as she lay on my chest, the same thought had brought her GANGA JAMUNA down.
I brought her back to her cheerful state by loosing at a couple of more games that she had made up while she was a kid.
The night was spent checking on the fact weather the old couple on the opposite berth had finally dozed off or not.
It somehow reminded me of basketball , u had the times where you played passionately and then there were time off,
The only difference was that this time, the time off were involuntary and were to confirm that there were no spectators.
We hit Delhi the next morning and she dragged me to every street which sold any of the following items.
Clothes,shoes,bags,more clothes,earthen pots,some more types of dress materials, mehendiwala,some decorative stuff and finally did i mention clothes?
The range of bargain was the shopkeeper quoting Rs 400 and she Rs 80.....and as I tried to hide myself....
to my disbelief she would send me to talk to the shopkeeper once he had refused to bow down to her price....and pay him wat he had asked for.
My middleman tactics earned me a a lot of brownie points ,which I cashed in at a restaurant which seemd to have been abandoned by both its customers and staff during lunch.
Finally we left for the airport and at the departures , as I was overwhelmed by the percentage of men with turbans and women in patiala suits ,
she found a luggage trolley and I made her promise of not making a fool of herself by missing her flight deliberately,
as suggested in the climax of many Bollywood films that we had grew up on.
We hugged for one last time and the moist feeling on the chest resurfaced.
I looked into her big misty,not so mischievous, by know overflowing eyes and asked "KYA HUA?"
to which she hugged me again and whispered in my ears "LADKA HUA Vishy!".
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