Moments, not for capturing but for remembering, for propagating.............
Moments, that you witness once in a lifetime...moments which on sharing touches your heart and hits a music of its own your chords....
Yes, they can be emotional, sweet or sour.....
But what I am going to narrate is the sweetest moment of someone's life....
A moment which neither she would forget nor her mother.
Its about a four year old girl. Her mother was doing B.A. from some college and so was unable to look after her, as her father used to work for the whole day....so she kept her daughter at her mama's house. For one whole month the girl lived there. She did as directed, didn't disturb anyone, nor did she ask anyone why was she left here, or questioned about her parents. Yes, the girl never smiled nor laughed....she was in kg1 and used to go to school with her cousins in a rickshaw and come back with them. One day when she got down from her rickshaw and turned to her house, she started laughing like some mad person.....laughed, laughed, laughed and laughed for minutes non-stop. She brought her hands to her mouth, but was still laughing; sat down at the place where she was standing, in middle of the road. Everyone that was passing by stopped to see what had happened. The girl seemed to loose her control. Why was she laughing so much???
Well, she had seen her mother standing at the door. The mother almost in tears, couldn't control her. Her voice had choked. She was even unable to call out the name of her daughter, her legs seemed to have frozen. But she almost ran to her daughter and hugged her the tightest she could.
Was this a very big incident??? No, it may not be the most fascinating thing you would read but it was the most precious moment that the mother and the girl shared together, something they would never ever forget, something that they would cherish forever.....
Its very rare that you find such moments......So relish them if you find one...
Saturday, October 11, 2008
Saturday, October 4, 2008
The Three Mistrains Of My Life.
Date- 26th september 2008
We were to leave for rendezvous, cultural fest of IITD today's evening by some Delhi Express. It was Aks's practical from 3-5 because of which I was unable to leave before 5 from saharanpur. I managed to complete my prac before time and we (7 of us and 1 junior) decided to leave. We had two choices. Either we choose the passenger from Sahranpur station which would have reached by 2, or we could take the express from Tapri station (a station about 20 minutes from our campus) which would have reached Delhi by 11. This train was to depart from the station at 5-35 for Delhi. We were all crossing our fingers and praying that we reach in time. Just when our auto was to cross the railway line, the stopping bar came down indicating that a train will pass. We felt deeply stirred and hoped it wasn't the same train we were to board.
The train passed by with great agility rendering it difficult for us to make out its name. Just a huge black pillar which was on the other side of the line was vaguely visible from in between the passing boggies. Our auto finally crossed the line and we eventually reached the station. All of us ran to the platform hoping that our train hadn't left by then. It was 5-45 on the watch.
TRAGEDY STRIKES!!!!!!
No!! No!! Those of you who are thinking we missed the train are terribly wrong. In fact we were now missing the train. Didn't understand?? Well, perhaps god did summation of our prayers and granted our wish. We were praying that our train should be late by 15 min. and dear god made it late by 150 min. What to do now? Waiting 2 n half hr. here on the platform meant we would reach Delhi by 1. It was better that we leave by some different means.
We thought of taking the auto and going to Saharanpur station but it would have cost us much. Just then a passanger express arrived which was going to Saharanpur. We got in it and the train took us to Saharanpur station in about 15 min. Getting down at SRE staion, some of us were arguing to go by bus while some were adamant to go by train. However as we got down, we saw a passenger train standing on the very next platform. We all took our bags and ran towards the trrain, so that we won't miss it. Two of us, (Tyagi and Pandu) ran to buy tickets for all of us while we reserved seats for them. Soon they came back. Suman wished to buy something to eat, i guess Bourbon biscuits and so I and Tyagi got down only to discover it wasn't available on platform. The train blew horn and so we got back in the train. The train started slowly and covered up a little distance and halted. Then again in a few minutes it started, this time at a decent speed (finally). "Look that huge black pillar seems quite familiar, doesn't it?" We all peeped through the window. Oh! It was the very same pillar, it meant...it meant...our train had reached TAPRI station again. Jerk! It stopped again. We were feeling as if harshly screwed by the Indian Railways. Twenty minutes or more it stood dumbly on the platform with no vendor on it. We were almost stamping but our force wasn't sufficient to make the train move. I cursed why wasn't I like HULK. But then I remembered we were going for cultural festival and realized that it was good that I was not like him.
The train eventually decided to move and analogous to the cows which move on the street this train started moving on its track. Two-Three hours more perhaps and we reached Meerut. Tyagi got down to buy something and found out that there was some express standing right in the front. We all took our bags on this auspicious news as we ourselves were fed up with this passenger. Although it was raining but still we ran even on the muddy platform to catch the express because unlike our train the express wouldn't have waited this long. Happily I looked back at our passenger and then to the express to discover it was the very same Delhi Express we did not board this evening!!!! Gash! I felt a sunken feeling but to catch the train was our main priority. We found a general boggie. Varun jumped in. Suman and Shankar joined him. I followed thereafter and so did Pranav and Nakul. Barely could we find some space in the boggie.
TRAGEDY STRIKES!!!
There was no space for Tyagi to jump in and so he ran towards the next door. We, already inside could barely see outside with loads of people stuffed on us like tomato slices in the sandwich. The train started moving and unlike the passenger it started moving at an admirable speed. But this wasn't the time for admiration. In about 20 min. the train halted at the next station. "Shankar" a voice came from outside. It was Tyagi. He had managed to bribe the TT and get seats in the reservation boggie. Perhaps the TT would have thought that two or three students would come and thus took 150, however we were 7 in all.
Until Ghaziabad it was no problem at all. But then the TT said that we must get down unless we wish to face flying squad or pay fine. It wasn't possible to find space for all of us in the general boggie and so we got into a local train. Now this train was another antique. Full on rust and dis coating on its paint, it could barely be called train from inside. The train demonstrated some more properties of its shortly. It did not move for almost half an hour rendering us annoyed. Then it started and halted at each station. Now, this was something obvious from a local train, but for us who were already frustrated by the a+ journey were reluctant to be gifted with more of this. However the train finally reached New Delhi. We took an auto and reached the campus by around 2. The fest may not be that memorable but the journey indeed served this purpose. Hope the reader may also get an opportunity to have a memorable journey like this...
We were to leave for rendezvous, cultural fest of IITD today's evening by some Delhi Express. It was Aks's practical from 3-5 because of which I was unable to leave before 5 from saharanpur. I managed to complete my prac before time and we (7 of us and 1 junior) decided to leave. We had two choices. Either we choose the passenger from Sahranpur station which would have reached by 2, or we could take the express from Tapri station (a station about 20 minutes from our campus) which would have reached Delhi by 11. This train was to depart from the station at 5-35 for Delhi. We were all crossing our fingers and praying that we reach in time. Just when our auto was to cross the railway line, the stopping bar came down indicating that a train will pass. We felt deeply stirred and hoped it wasn't the same train we were to board.
The train passed by with great agility rendering it difficult for us to make out its name. Just a huge black pillar which was on the other side of the line was vaguely visible from in between the passing boggies. Our auto finally crossed the line and we eventually reached the station. All of us ran to the platform hoping that our train hadn't left by then. It was 5-45 on the watch.
TRAGEDY STRIKES!!!!!!
No!! No!! Those of you who are thinking we missed the train are terribly wrong. In fact we were now missing the train. Didn't understand?? Well, perhaps god did summation of our prayers and granted our wish. We were praying that our train should be late by 15 min. and dear god made it late by 150 min. What to do now? Waiting 2 n half hr. here on the platform meant we would reach Delhi by 1. It was better that we leave by some different means.
We thought of taking the auto and going to Saharanpur station but it would have cost us much. Just then a passanger express arrived which was going to Saharanpur. We got in it and the train took us to Saharanpur station in about 15 min. Getting down at SRE staion, some of us were arguing to go by bus while some were adamant to go by train. However as we got down, we saw a passenger train standing on the very next platform. We all took our bags and ran towards the trrain, so that we won't miss it. Two of us, (Tyagi and Pandu) ran to buy tickets for all of us while we reserved seats for them. Soon they came back. Suman wished to buy something to eat, i guess Bourbon biscuits and so I and Tyagi got down only to discover it wasn't available on platform. The train blew horn and so we got back in the train. The train started slowly and covered up a little distance and halted. Then again in a few minutes it started, this time at a decent speed (finally). "Look that huge black pillar seems quite familiar, doesn't it?" We all peeped through the window. Oh! It was the very same pillar, it meant...it meant...our train had reached TAPRI station again. Jerk! It stopped again. We were feeling as if harshly screwed by the Indian Railways. Twenty minutes or more it stood dumbly on the platform with no vendor on it. We were almost stamping but our force wasn't sufficient to make the train move. I cursed why wasn't I like HULK. But then I remembered we were going for cultural festival and realized that it was good that I was not like him.
The train eventually decided to move and analogous to the cows which move on the street this train started moving on its track. Two-Three hours more perhaps and we reached Meerut. Tyagi got down to buy something and found out that there was some express standing right in the front. We all took our bags on this auspicious news as we ourselves were fed up with this passenger. Although it was raining but still we ran even on the muddy platform to catch the express because unlike our train the express wouldn't have waited this long. Happily I looked back at our passenger and then to the express to discover it was the very same Delhi Express we did not board this evening!!!! Gash! I felt a sunken feeling but to catch the train was our main priority. We found a general boggie. Varun jumped in. Suman and Shankar joined him. I followed thereafter and so did Pranav and Nakul. Barely could we find some space in the boggie.
TRAGEDY STRIKES!!!
There was no space for Tyagi to jump in and so he ran towards the next door. We, already inside could barely see outside with loads of people stuffed on us like tomato slices in the sandwich. The train started moving and unlike the passenger it started moving at an admirable speed. But this wasn't the time for admiration. In about 20 min. the train halted at the next station. "Shankar" a voice came from outside. It was Tyagi. He had managed to bribe the TT and get seats in the reservation boggie. Perhaps the TT would have thought that two or three students would come and thus took 150, however we were 7 in all.
Until Ghaziabad it was no problem at all. But then the TT said that we must get down unless we wish to face flying squad or pay fine. It wasn't possible to find space for all of us in the general boggie and so we got into a local train. Now this train was another antique. Full on rust and dis coating on its paint, it could barely be called train from inside. The train demonstrated some more properties of its shortly. It did not move for almost half an hour rendering us annoyed. Then it started and halted at each station. Now, this was something obvious from a local train, but for us who were already frustrated by the a+ journey were reluctant to be gifted with more of this. However the train finally reached New Delhi. We took an auto and reached the campus by around 2. The fest may not be that memorable but the journey indeed served this purpose. Hope the reader may also get an opportunity to have a memorable journey like this...
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