Travelling in Indian Rail

My giggly self has had its share of fun in whatever situation it has been. One of such experience was when I was travelling from Haldwani to Delhi and I couldn’t get reservation in the AC coach. Honestly, I was not happy about it whatsoever. I did get reservation seat in second seating but it is more or less like a general coach. Meaning, people get on the train and it is just crowded. People with reserved seats are annoyed and irritated, one of them being myself.

This time it was different. This time I was travelling alone. I had a terrible a seat. So the train I was travelling in was Uttar Sampark Kranti. I had my seat by the door and it was an aisle seat. I knew I was going to be squished today. I was not disappointed. But I was not as irritated as I thought I would have been. In fact, I was laughing at whatever was happening around me even though it was not at all comfortable.

Starting with a man aged in his early 40s. He is an opportunist. He did not have a reservation and he was sitting opposite to me on someone else’s seat. Later when the coach started crowding, this man offered his seat to an older man. Before the other man could sit, a boy yelled, “that’s my seat, uncle.” Being the sweet old man that he is, he politely got up and helped the clumsy boy settle down along with all his luggage. I went back to reading my book. The next thing I remember was someone saying, “what are you doing?” I looked up and the opportunist man was climbing up and within few seconds he was snoring where the passengers keep their luggage. I kid you not, this was the first time I saw something as such and it made my day.

Next incident was when I was lost in my thoughts and hear some commotion on the aisle side. A big man had settled himself down. Giving an impression that he was sitting but when actually he was legit lying down with support from others sitting around him and was fast asleep. Indians always find a place to take a nap even if it is in the most uncomfortable of a situation.

Half way through this train journey, the coach was completely packed. One could not move a muscle. They all tried making place for one more person. In the process of making place for one more person, the coach was so packed that ladies were actually took support on my back and my back did hurt. They couldn’t go anywhere and I was stuck in my aisle seat.

Indians can adjust very well if you do not push them to their limits. There was this man, annoying as a mosquito at night who buzzes near your ear when you are asleep. That level irritating. He pushed his way in the coach. He caused way too much of a commotion. This fellow woke up the man who sleeping on the floor. Not. A. Good. Thing. That man had to stand up from his comfortable position of sleep because of this newbie. He disturbed his sleep. God had mercy on this man as others calmed the angry man. Not before he verbally abused him. Where was I sitting? Next to where all this argument was going on. Was I bothered? Yes. Did anyone care? No. what did I do? I laughed. I have no idea but I found everything going on around me funny.

When I say the coach is crowded, I mean it. It was so crowded that “a 6 or 7-year-old boy slept while standing and he did not even fall” crowded. The second funniest thing of the travel day. Indian rail is fun to travel in if you are up for all the crowding and fighting and being pushed around. It is not as bad as it sounds but one needs to have guts to go through it and still find it funny. Such experiences are important in life, I have had my share and I do not wish for more. Maybe someday but not soon.

The Happy Place

A lot has changed since I’ve left,
Left to take over the world.
Most probably with my accounting skills 
Or is it just a dream?

A lot has changed in the house that I lived in.
The changes are not big,
But these small changes
Take you on a nostalgic journey.

Starting from the place where I spent most of my time.
It is more spacious than I remember,
Perhaps because me and my sister are not here
And my stuff is all stuffed in the cupboards.

Next in the room of my parents.
There is not much of a change.
Things are still crowded yet organised,
But this new bed sheet makes this room hard to remember.

Whenever I had some deep thoughts
I would Just sit in the hall,
I would remember all the celebrations we had here,
All the fights we have witnessed here,
My first and last most drastic injury.
It was still the best days.

Now it is all empty
These sofas are used when guests come in
This covering on dining table makes me wonder have I come
Or do I even know this place?

Maybe I am having these thoughts because it is the first after I went out for college
That I don’t have my sister near,
My mother here or my grandmother.
They all have things to do
Not always can we be together.

I am glad I have my father here.
He listens to every annoying story of my hostel,
Laugh at all my silly jokes
And let me go places without boundations.
(I wish I could do something
To help him when he is feeling low)

The strongest and most bravest person in this house is my grandfather.
The healthiest, 
The fittest,
The best.

This house is empty for me 
Because it does not have the people
With whom I spent most of my time with
And they are the three women who have seen me grow.

This house is full,
Full of beautiful memories.
This place is where I’d always want to be.
Wherever am I,
I would always come back to this place.

It Wasn’t ME..

I knew it wouldn’t work out,
The day you told me..
You told me what you wanted
And it wasn’t ME..

It all came to an end
Just in a flash,
Just like that..

It was me who was hurt
But it was you
Who was mourning for your loss,
And that loss wasn’t ME..

I couldn’t blame anyone else
But myself,
I blamed myself and thought..
I thought what I did wrong,
Where things went wrong
But the truth was,
It was no one’s fault
At least that’s what I thought..

Though its been a while
But that night just keeps itself
Playing again and again and again..

That ache is still here
I feel it every time..
It just wouldn’t go away,
You wouldn’t go away..
And I don’t want you to
But you’d have to..
Because things will not go back to normal,
No matter how hard I try..

I don’t know about you
But I… I still feel the same way
With just one change.
Now I know,
It was never meant to be,
We were never meant to be,
And now it never can be
Because things will not be the same…
– Preeti

Story of a Friendship :)

Friendship, what is this word?
What is its meaning?
Why these two friends
are continuously weeping?

They were the closest,
In their class the bestest.
The inseparable best friends
Are far away from each other.

Well, now they found new friends.
But they are still the ends
Of the rope which hold them together.
The rope of friendship
And pledge to always stick together.

But look how ironic,
The rope starts to break.
In the new-found-friends frantic,
Their friendship starts to break.

They made new friends
But wanted to stick together.
But the times and situation changes,
And they go away from each other.

But look their faces are gay,
They found their own way.
They crossed each other’s path
And their friendship is now on a fresh start.

They talked, talked and talked
About what happened in the past clock.
But look, again they are weeping
Having cleared their misunderstandings.

True friends are meant to stick together,
No one can bring them away from each other.
In the new-found-friendship of them,
They feel like being on the seventh heaven.

This is the meaning of friendship.
No one can separate the inseparable.
No matter how hard anyone try,
They always stick together.
🙂 🙂 🙂 🙂 🙂 🙂

Good-Bye

Though we won’t be together,
I will still miss you.
Though we will talk no more,
But I’ll think of you thinking of me.

It’s not that I regret being with you
but I can’t do this anymore.
This annoyance, frustration
has given me depression.

I always hate to say goodbye
And that to in a situation like this,
The situation which is not good
And can’t be good anymore.

I don’t want it to be
But it is a goodbye.
Still there will be a place in my heart
which will be reserved for you..

 

ENVIRONMENT

What is a human?
A loving person is human..
A caring person is human..
A sensitive person is human..

But that’s not all,
Human has another side
After all..

The human has anger,
The human has rage,
The human has another name
That is “DANGER”.

What has happened
Is something very clear..
The environment has changed
It was once crystal clear
But now it is weird.

Some are sensitive,
Some doesn’t care,
Some are acting for it.

But it just doesn’t change anything,
Because now it is high time.
Every second the resources get depleted,
And our reserves come to end.

If we give it another try,
Then who knows..
What’s yet to come our way…

Landscape

I went to Badrinath in the first week of October… this photo is of the place I came across while I was on my way to Badrinath… the beauty of the place was mesmerizing that I was stunned… and I was like WOW all the time.. it was all breath taking.. I wish I can get back there again… but it is too dangerous since there are so many landslide prone areas..

F.R.I.E.N.D.S

So its friendship day.. better than any other to write for my dear, dear, dear friends… I thank God that I have them in my life.. they have changed the way I think about life.. its more fun with you all.. 😀 😛

First goes my dearest, one-millionth friend Pavitra Murari.. we have been friends for sooo many years and wish to be for more years.. I still remember the first time I saw you when we were in class Ist in a party.. I never knew that we would ever be friends but it turns out we are.. I love reading, writing with you.. 🙂
Now are Changu-Mangu (Samridhi nd Anisha).. you are a package of delight nd fun.. and I have had laughed so hard with both of you that my stomach would hurt.. i wont ever want to share you with anyone else.. 😀 😛
my dear Kashish Kapoor..  we can talk on phone for about 2 hourse i wont even get a single thing you said but yes.. if you ask me what you said then i will be in a state to answer… you know all my secrets.. sssshhhhhhhh… don’t ever let them out.. 😉  😀
Vassu-Gunnu.. you are the critics, the supporters, the counselor… the most crazy duet i have seen in my life.. man its fun being around you guys.. and i swear i will never let out the secrets of ours ever.. 😛
Kankana.. my sweetu Konukonu… you are very special in my life.. without you it might have been boring.. i like all your talks.. us singing… nd muging up every song we come across… you are like a sister to me.. :* 🙂
Rajesh.. i have been waiting for the right time to write about you and it is the right time now.. to tell you that how thankful i am that you poked me in the first place.. and our poke war started which continues to the date.. and it is fun with you.. you make me happy and, not to forget, the songs.. 😛 😀 :*
Rishabh (kamina).. i have one thing for you.. Tere bina kya jeena.. tere bina kya nautnki… kya dialogue.. kya bakaiti.. kya galli.. juda na hona kbhi.. ni to pglpnti choot jaegi  😛
Karan… i have had some of the best moments of my life with you.. and i would let you know that i will always think about you no matter how busy i am.. whatever the situation is.. or whatever.. 🙂

I LOVE YOU ALL MY FRIENDS.. AND MAY GOD BLESS YOU.. HA MERI UMAR HI KYA HAI AASHIRWAAD DENE KI.. 😛 😉 🙂 and if i missed anyone of my dear friends.. feel free to blame my bad memory.. 😉 🙂

Back To Writing…

its been a while that I’ve written on the blog until yesterday expressing my condolences on the death of respected Dr. APJ Abdul Kalam sir..
A lot has taken place lately in my life… and I have been trying to relieve myself by expressing myself to my closed ones.. but it doesn’t help so I am trying on writing..

So here is what had happened..
I am in class 11th .. pretty much good thing.. I have commerce and all my close friends are in other streams.. never mind.. at the end of the day they have to go on their way.. 🙂 happy for ’em.. but its been kind of difficult for me to fit in my new class with few friends but no one as close as my other friends.. I felt so out of the place.. that I just didn’t wanted to go to school but studies are also important and it cant be ignored.. it has been rough lately but I managed to fit in the class and made few friends.. all trustworthy .. time will let me know.. 🙂

So it is good after bad.. feeling of being not wanted to the feeling of having a friend by my side.. it had been kind of depressing.. but all my friends have helped me with it..
THANK YOU ALL MY DEARY FRIENDS.. :* 🙂
WITHOUT YOU ALL IT WOULD HAVE BEEN IMPOSSIBLE.. 🙂
I am happy now that I have made new friends.. 🙂
🙂 A BIG THANKS TO MY ALL DEAR BESTIESS.. 🙂

APJ Abdul Kalam

He was our former president .. he died yesterday on 27th July, 2015 due to cardiac attack.. he was called the missile man of India.. he has been an inspirational personality of all time for the youth.. the new generation.. he will always be missed.. but shedding tears for him is not what I am in favor of.. I will myself and advise others to not shed their tears but be an inspiration themselves for the coming generation.. be what our nation needs.. a responsible citizen…
sir I will become a responsible citizen and contribute to the nation’s development.. just like you did…
Rest In Peace Sir..