The meeting
This post was written on 26th of December but delayed in posting. It’s been a long time since i had actually posted something in my blog.
However, the hiatus is finally over and I am back with a flashback.
I had last thought of writing about my past few days but somehow called off the plan and result is all yours. Today I went for Aamir khan’s new flick 3-IDIOTS and now I am recollecting something from my past b-tech yrs. Although, right now I m in a state of AAMIR-MANIA but this post is something like donning Shahrukh khan, searching a girl as in CHALTE-CHALTE. First meeting 29th April... (Updated from my diary). My Dad was in Jamshedpur to attend a function. I had just finished my Internals and was free enough to give him a visit. We (sanat and I)) planned a bit and after few hours we were in Kharagpur, waiting for the train to cover the rest of the length. We took seats on an upper birth and soon were busy in pulling each other’s leg. We had already noticed a girl, a pretty one sitting with his father just beneath our birth on opposite side. (It’s always easy to notice a pretty girl and we engineering guys are expert in these things, I mean in easy things). She was talking non-stop with his Dad and we were accompanying his father, but only as a passive listener. We were not even able to concentrate on our discussion and leg pulling, which we only do during our engg yrs. She was showing a card to his father and I just got a glimpse on some letters and I guessed her name........ ‘K SHANDILYA’. Soon we got place in front of her and without giving a chance to others we grabbed the seat. But nothing changed much as neither she had noticed us in spite we were right in front of her nor was she in a mood if sanat hadn’t pulled the chain. She was speaking like a superfast train papa, I eat this and don’t like that and bla-bla...............and in evening.....in office. Office! Sanat whispered, but it was loud enough to reach their ears. He did it. I tried to act as innocently as possible and said in a much firm voice, office? Yeaa ! office, my daughter is in a job. This was her father. I thought u were a student, the first thing i said to her.She replied, i am in a job but I am also a student of FRANKFINN academy.I inquired little more but her answers meant like she’s not willing to keep on talking with me. But her father showed some encouraging gesture and started talking with us. Good omen, I thought. She joined us finally whether willingly or unwillingly I dnno but omens were really showing their effect. Soon, sanat was busy in talking with Mr NatthuRam(He’d a big moustache.....NatthuRam type) and I was trying hard to match-up with the beauty, the cynosure of more than a dozen eyes present there. I find myself bit shy with girls (unknown) that’s why I was putting more effort and trying to conceal my nervousness.I came to know many a things like, she is at home for one week, on Sunday morning she’ll be in Hyderabad (she had her job there.), about the place where they live in Jamshedpur...... Finally we reached Jamshedpur and still after the journey of 3 hours it felt like, perhaps train had reached the destination bit earlier.
Beta jara iska bag utaar dena, her father interrupted me.She smiled and I replied her smile stupidly as if I’d been caught by girl’s father. I told, it‘ll be heavy being the girl’s baggage.She stood-up staring me, frowning almost, making beautiful designs with her brows. And i was there to realize the truth; a lady looks more beautiful when she is angry.With certain non verbal exchanges she decided to help partially in dragging the luggage out of the train, although it was her own luggage. On platform her father started talking with all the good words from his dictionary for only available two good guys or coolies, whatever he had thought of us and she was counting and checking her luggage.I was talking to her father when she came from backward with a sweet smile and said “Thanks ...nice meeting you.........., bye” and they left.I personally don’t like those parting scenes and if it is with a beautiful girl, it’s like double pain with a single needle.Sanat was back to his work, “i had a handshake with her while you were talking to her father”. He reminded me of mine stupidity that I dint even ask for her name. I was confused like an Indian fielder who is being questioned by his team-mates after a drop catch. I found myself heading towards the way through which they had passed. This time sanat originally pulled me, not by legs, but through arms with some trademark gaaliya. .......................................And he was almost dragging me towards the exit. Then after...... I enjoyed the trip and had almost forgotten that girl. I was back to college and was attending the normal classes when this happened. In a leisure period we decided to go for a tea break.Sometime those breaks are fun but for most of the time they are the result of a frustrating lecture. But the tea break costed me more that day.While we were in mid of our tea, a friend of mine called me. He told, “Where are u? Something is written on classroom board about u.I came back to class and next 5-10 min was a real tough time. I entered classroom with my eyes following my toes and heard a big laughter. Off course that was for me, for the things written there on the board. I came to my seat and finally saw those words.Wow....... my reaction. I am confused, which emotion is mastering my mind right now- Anger, embarrassment or something else. Krishna is again in love wd a girl........name, her whereabouts- kuchh pata nahi.........predicted name.......she‘ll leave for Hyderabad on Saturday, train-? He’s planning to meet her once...And I was there, speechless........a single prey among all those fun lovers. Even after the class i was convinced that i must go for her.Sanat was the main culprit; backing me all the times from classroom to room.....i can come with you if you wish........chaap lebish naa. And I too decided to go for it.But many among my friends were also against my decision. I still remember the words.......krishna tum kya shahrukh khan ho........ki jaoge gumshuda-gumshuda karte aur larki mil jayegi.But thanks to my sis madhu who backed me and said, kyon nahi jaoge....u r in college and this is the time to enjoy and encash all these moments.
So finally i was ready and started checking the train list to find the train she was about to board. I guessed with all the little information i had with the 3 hour gup-shup and come-up with the solution.........the train must be the FALAKNUMA EXP. In my next post u'll find about the journey....the quest. Whether we find her or not.......stay connected and find out.
Thursday, October 21, 2010
Wednesday, March 10, 2010
...chalte-chalte...the meeting and the quest...
The Quest
So FALAKNUMA EXP. had been decoded but a lot was yet to be found. On Friday (day b4 leaving for kharagpur) I was at my friend’s place discussing the outfits to be worn next morning and I dint returned hostel that night. I was there in my college uniform so I had to arrange for clothes before going to bed that night. A denim donated by prady and a shirt from sujeet’s bag were chosen for me.
We began our day (Saturday) bit earlier. At 3 am, in morning I was dozing off at bus stop accompanied by Sanat and prady who were finally agreed to come. We reached kharagpur Jn. about more than 1 hr before the schedule departure of FALAK. EXP. We started searching everywhere and searched in each train but result ..........negative.
A futile effort, finally, ‘I thought, but my bouncers were not in a mood to spare. We should check the reservation list, one among them advised and we almost ran on the platform for the Res.list. I found a name similar to her probable name and too it was in the list of FALAK. EXP. The name was K Shandhya. Now, everything was there.........her name.........birth no........but wasn’t there............................ her whereabouts and the surety that we were heading in the right direction. Steel exp was announced and it was our last hope.
I was standing on the foot over bridge when the passengers started getting off. Suddenly I saw her father descending from one of the coach with two ladies. Yeppp...........she was there, carrying her purse and directing her father to the platform side. Her first glimpse gave me a relaxing smile. I thought of myself, yeaaa I am tired and feeling bit sleepy. Sanat was coming towards me, talking with mobile and live telecasting the scenario to the friends back in haldia. We clapped our hands and were about to share many a things when I saw her climbing the stairs of the over bridge. I got blank...........what to do...........and started moving opposite to her. Soon we descended down from the other end of the bridge and were standing near the booking counter. She was coming nearer and nearer to us and I hadn’t yet decided what to do. As she was almost near me I turned my neck. Prady also joined us there and as always full up to neck with confidence, he started dragging me towards the ticket counter, ‘We can talk to her at ticket counter as well’. I dint move. Putting my hands on his shoulder I asked, ‘guys, what next’ and sanat replied, ‘she is coming’. I shifted my balance on my own feet and this time, caught by her eyes. She was looking sad, gloomy.............is it for me............no-no, she is returning today and yes......................... ladies are very fond of making-up with tears whether willingly or unwillingly before leaving. I was about to laugh on my own thought when she exclaimed, “arey! tum yehaaan”.
‘We used to hang here often,’ I replied, ‘but what’s u doing here’.
‘I am returning today, haven’t u seen my tears’, she added. And first time I noticed, corner of her eyes......soaked in tears.
‘Papa has also come, why not u people come with me. He’ll be happy to meet you.’
First time in the day sanat did something which really elated me. ‘We have to pick luggage’, sanat told us and left us alone, almost dragging prady with him. So I was whole alone with her, bit nervous but determined...............this time I have to start with her name. We were on our way to the platform, in subway when my courage softly came through my mouth, ‘last time I dint even ask for your name’. Actually telling her about mine stupidity was a question thrown to her and she dint disappoint me anyway, ‘sandhya’. ‘This is your full name, I asked again ‘or there is something .........from K before sandhya’. It’s Krishnamurthy, my dad’s name. But how u came to know about it and....... ........... .......
He could not hide his delight, arey beta aap? I was just next to her father.
A person ought to be cautious while talking to a girl’s father and so was I. I sensed a hidden question, even in his delight and explained enough to clear his doubts. She introduced me with her elder sister (she was busy with PHOTO ALBUM) and soon I was invited too to see the albums. Prady and sanat joined us almost at the same time. While I was busy with her, identifying her colleagues from the album, both of my friends were whispering in my ear continuously.........kya hua............kuchh baat bani.........naam poochha.........mob no.liya. And just 1 thing struck my mind....mob no.
‘If you find any problem here, u can call us’, I conveyed her. ‘You haven’t given your no. yet, how will I call you......kya yehi se krishna-krishna chillana paregaa..
And what a fast reflex...............almost frantically, in a hurry...... I gave her my no. and she couldn’t help laughing. Sanat returned the courtesy of asking for no. from our side. Really I dint had thought of even doing it and he was done. She waffled for few seconds but dint dismayed us.
Sometimes in life u can feel that on an odd day your luck is favouring you exceptionally. And that was the particular day for me. Her father had to leave for Jamshedpur before the departure of Falaknuma express and like last time we were ready to carry on the responsibilities. It gave me a good half an hour for exchanging our thoughts. We were talking and waiting for the train while sanat pulled my shirt to show something. Almost together we turned to other side............and what we found......prady had advanced good enough with her sister. Train came and half-heartedly I bid good-bye from the platform but sanat pushed me inside the train. After arranging her luggage I sat beside her. This time I was quite and she was blabbering......I asked her slowly, ‘should we talk sometimes later’. Firstly she made her eyes big.....bigger as if sayings......how dare you.......but spoke finally, ‘I’ll call you’. And her response was so much favourable that it made me smile. ‘Your eyes are scary’ and she answered...... ...... a pleasant smile and smiles only. It was the time of departure as train rolled finally. A final handshake........few words.......but not much of facial expressions and I left the train. But this time I was bit happier than the last parting with her and we set for our return journey.
So FALAKNUMA EXP. had been decoded but a lot was yet to be found. On Friday (day b4 leaving for kharagpur) I was at my friend’s place discussing the outfits to be worn next morning and I dint returned hostel that night. I was there in my college uniform so I had to arrange for clothes before going to bed that night. A denim donated by prady and a shirt from sujeet’s bag were chosen for me.
We began our day (Saturday) bit earlier. At 3 am, in morning I was dozing off at bus stop accompanied by Sanat and prady who were finally agreed to come. We reached kharagpur Jn. about more than 1 hr before the schedule departure of FALAK. EXP. We started searching everywhere and searched in each train but result ..........negative.
A futile effort, finally, ‘I thought, but my bouncers were not in a mood to spare. We should check the reservation list, one among them advised and we almost ran on the platform for the Res.list. I found a name similar to her probable name and too it was in the list of FALAK. EXP. The name was K Shandhya. Now, everything was there.........her name.........birth no........but wasn’t there............................ her whereabouts and the surety that we were heading in the right direction. Steel exp was announced and it was our last hope.
I was standing on the foot over bridge when the passengers started getting off. Suddenly I saw her father descending from one of the coach with two ladies. Yeppp...........she was there, carrying her purse and directing her father to the platform side. Her first glimpse gave me a relaxing smile. I thought of myself, yeaaa I am tired and feeling bit sleepy. Sanat was coming towards me, talking with mobile and live telecasting the scenario to the friends back in haldia. We clapped our hands and were about to share many a things when I saw her climbing the stairs of the over bridge. I got blank...........what to do...........and started moving opposite to her. Soon we descended down from the other end of the bridge and were standing near the booking counter. She was coming nearer and nearer to us and I hadn’t yet decided what to do. As she was almost near me I turned my neck. Prady also joined us there and as always full up to neck with confidence, he started dragging me towards the ticket counter, ‘We can talk to her at ticket counter as well’. I dint move. Putting my hands on his shoulder I asked, ‘guys, what next’ and sanat replied, ‘she is coming’. I shifted my balance on my own feet and this time, caught by her eyes. She was looking sad, gloomy.............is it for me............no-no, she is returning today and yes......................... ladies are very fond of making-up with tears whether willingly or unwillingly before leaving. I was about to laugh on my own thought when she exclaimed, “arey! tum yehaaan”.
‘We used to hang here often,’ I replied, ‘but what’s u doing here’.
‘I am returning today, haven’t u seen my tears’, she added. And first time I noticed, corner of her eyes......soaked in tears.
‘Papa has also come, why not u people come with me. He’ll be happy to meet you.’
First time in the day sanat did something which really elated me. ‘We have to pick luggage’, sanat told us and left us alone, almost dragging prady with him. So I was whole alone with her, bit nervous but determined...............this time I have to start with her name. We were on our way to the platform, in subway when my courage softly came through my mouth, ‘last time I dint even ask for your name’. Actually telling her about mine stupidity was a question thrown to her and she dint disappoint me anyway, ‘sandhya’. ‘This is your full name, I asked again ‘or there is something .........from K before sandhya’. It’s Krishnamurthy, my dad’s name. But how u came to know about it and....... ........... .......
He could not hide his delight, arey beta aap? I was just next to her father.
A person ought to be cautious while talking to a girl’s father and so was I. I sensed a hidden question, even in his delight and explained enough to clear his doubts. She introduced me with her elder sister (she was busy with PHOTO ALBUM) and soon I was invited too to see the albums. Prady and sanat joined us almost at the same time. While I was busy with her, identifying her colleagues from the album, both of my friends were whispering in my ear continuously.........kya hua............kuchh baat bani.........naam poochha.........mob no.liya. And just 1 thing struck my mind....mob no.
‘If you find any problem here, u can call us’, I conveyed her. ‘You haven’t given your no. yet, how will I call you......kya yehi se krishna-krishna chillana paregaa..
And what a fast reflex...............almost frantically, in a hurry...... I gave her my no. and she couldn’t help laughing. Sanat returned the courtesy of asking for no. from our side. Really I dint had thought of even doing it and he was done. She waffled for few seconds but dint dismayed us.
Sometimes in life u can feel that on an odd day your luck is favouring you exceptionally. And that was the particular day for me. Her father had to leave for Jamshedpur before the departure of Falaknuma express and like last time we were ready to carry on the responsibilities. It gave me a good half an hour for exchanging our thoughts. We were talking and waiting for the train while sanat pulled my shirt to show something. Almost together we turned to other side............and what we found......prady had advanced good enough with her sister. Train came and half-heartedly I bid good-bye from the platform but sanat pushed me inside the train. After arranging her luggage I sat beside her. This time I was quite and she was blabbering......I asked her slowly, ‘should we talk sometimes later’. Firstly she made her eyes big.....bigger as if sayings......how dare you.......but spoke finally, ‘I’ll call you’. And her response was so much favourable that it made me smile. ‘Your eyes are scary’ and she answered...... ...... a pleasant smile and smiles only. It was the time of departure as train rolled finally. A final handshake........few words.......but not much of facial expressions and I left the train. But this time I was bit happier than the last parting with her and we set for our return journey.
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