I bit my pen, and patted my temple so hard,
but it did no good for finding answers on my mathematic paper. I was sweating
profusely as if I came out from a pool. The second hand in the wall clock ticks
at snail’s pace. It was a two hour paper but
I completed before 30 minutes. Not that it was easy to be completed
before time but I kept enough blank spaces to
be decked with red ink remarks from
invigilator concerned…..it was the last paper and every one was talking about
their plans for the upcoming vacation.
Some of my friends asked where will I go ?,,,I said ,”I am going to Delhi.”
They responded with huge exclamation ,”wow”,”aishh”, zaii! And so on……at the
back side of my mind everything began to play on live. I started thinking of my
program lists, to do in Delhi.
Back at the hostel, rooms were filled with
all kinds of gossips particularly bitching on girls, and some friends out of
ecstasy started singing songs then others howled behind him like a pack of
hungry jackels.The volume was so high that I felt as if students at the
international hostel were creating ruckus. Later I went to discuss with my
friend pema with whom I was going to delhi for the break. We were packing things
for our vacation, and he actually said ,: I have never been to such a big
metropolitan cities before. But even I was going for the first time, never the
less heart was filled with huge enthusiasm and zeal, accompanied by little fear
of the journey we were actually making for the first time. Never the less I knew
the next day would have package of surprises stored for two of us.
Although we went to the train station much
before time fearing of missing the
train, but to utter surprises ,the train which we boarded was 13 hours late. I
just looked at my wrist watch and checked the time, it was 10.30pm. then
rotated my eyes full 360 degree around to see what’s going on with other people
on the plat form. The breeze from the Ganga river chilled us to bone. Some of
my friends who came to see off us, were in half pants, and had to pay a heavy
price for it because they were shivering like an addict due to with drawl symptoms.
I felt the holy river was punishing them for their sins committed in past
lives.
Train being late we had to return to the
hostel the same night. We once again boarded an auto for getting to hostel.
However auto was full ventilated that it allowed all the freezing winds to get
inside, clattering of our teeth and sending waves of tremor in our body.
When we reached hostel it was al
most
2.00 am, the hostel itself was snoring in deep slumber. We quietly went to our
rooms and the burrowed deep inside the blanket. At dawn I felt little gush of
Embarrassment in my veins because the
night before we left the hostel saying “buh bye”, to all of them. Wisely to
avoid mocks from our friends we did not step out of the room. In the afternoon
once again we departed for the station.
The platform at the station was crowded with
people waiting to catch their respective
trains, we headed for the waiting room to keep our luggages. However my waiting hours on that plat form was
not that tantalizing. This was because everyone
were actually staring at two of us as if
they have seen ghost in us. More over some youths in group
murmured words among each other after looking at us, but from the expression
they broadcasted revealed that they were saying nothing but passing bizarre
mock on us. The temptation to get inside the train was immense. I knew my
anxiety and the apprehension wouldn’t cease unless step my foots inside the
train.
The train came hissing and meandering along
the railway track like a giant anaconda. We quickly climbed and searched for our berths. The train was
surprisingly almost empty ,hardly five to six passengers where their inside the
compartment. I wondered why, at length came to know that people seldom board these train(special train) despite
being clean and comfortable, are blamed for its punctuality. Never the less we occupied
our berths ,and relaxed ourselves. I felt for the window side as it allowed the
dancing winds to creep in.
The train journey was filled with silence and
tranquility with only few people getting in and out at the different stations. in
contrast to the journey by mahananda express where it would be bee busy, and
different vendors selling food stuffs , that train did not have anything to
offer. I could feel the thunder roar in my tummy. And at wee hours it was so
stony silent and the distant hissing of wheels made me nostalgic. My friend was
snoring in deep slumber but my eyes were alive. With nothing to do I felt about
the window and gazed outside. The night was splendid decked with twinkling
stars, dancing trees and birds flying beneath the moonlight. The tears formed
in my eyes and then i slept. When I opened my eyes I was in delhi one of the
biggest cities in the world….
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