Sunday, 20 October 2013

Future over journey!!!

Watching the trees passing by, came the Mugolsarai station, with people selling bangles, sohan papdi and yes the delicious smell of puri aloo filling the air. It was while getting all this picturising in her mind frame, Urmi’s baba brought the same aloo puri for her. Her mumma distributing it to them, making her to go and wash the hands properly. Both urmi and her baba walking down the whole boggy and then returned chirping all way back talking about the Mugolsorai as a city. It was utter bliss for Urmi, listening to stories of history which her baba used to tell her with so much zest that even if it was fiction she got it registered as a fact.  
It was AC buggy and one could easily imagine its condition in the summer that too in the month of June. They were going to their home town in Bengal and it was a Bengali thing that when they meet another Bengali they just could not resist to talk with them about their culture of Aloo poshto and maacher jhol. Urmi’s mummy baba also got stuck with that genre of their culture and started their chit chatting with other family travelling with them in the same boggy.
Urmi brought up in Delhi had a mixed feeling of both having a Bengali culture yet the urban thought of getting irritated with the way her parents are discussing about her with others, yes Bengali though.
Getting up on the upper berth, her favourite place to dig her face in the pillow and getting away from the scene or as she says hiding to get more embarrassed. Though with her naughty, curios mind peeking from there to notice what all they are talking about and getting them registered in her mind to complain and to tell her mummy later “ki dorkar chilo bolar”.
Soon it became dark, may be because she got asleep thinking of what all to ask her mumma papa. And a strong jerk which made her jump off the upper berth right away. She is always afraid of these jerks as if the train just will get offtrack like what she has read in her newspapers of various train accidents and have seen on television. It’s Adra they have reached, with her parents now asking her to check if she has got everything back in her backbag and getting ready to get off. It was while packing her stuff she saw him first time, with his geeky looks and confused state of mind, so that he does not miss the station he will be getting off. She sat just opposite the direction of his seat just to peek in and have a glance of him. She was noticing him, his looks, his bags getting her mind engaged with what age he will be of and what profession he will be into and hoping to have a direct talk with him once in life time, whether it be of any topic, atleast to ask the time itself.
Soon all the passengers for my place gathered at the door with their luggage ready in their hands and each of them including Urmi’s parents getting excited seeing the known buildings and places. Even Urmi could not deny her excitement as she is also going to meet her thamma after so long. But her heart skipped a beat when she saw that boy standing just next to her with his backbag, just one thought in her mind, “Damn, is he also from here and yet confused”, not moving a inch from her place and kept a pace while getting deboarded from the train. Skipping a moment from her parents while they were getting the luggages down and looking for her elder uncle at the station, even Urmi could not answer what guts got into her that she herself asked that boy of his name and what is he doing in this place. He very excitedly answered her of his travel to see his fiancĂ© to her place for the first time and a cherished smile broke of in both of their face.

Urmi did not looked back where he was standing but had a smile on her face and getting one thing imprinted on her mind that even her would be will be coming to see her at this place one day.

Friday, 3 May 2013

Awaiting Me!!


Oh!! It’s Me, the urban lady, now realizing the apt meaning and life of it. Far away, waiting to return back to my home with my family and loved ones. It’s when they ask me when will I come, I find myself so trapped in what we call urban life of a lady with a zest to create her own identity.
It is with time I have moved out I realize what’s awaiting me and what treasure I have been missing throughout. Me studying far away with an eagerness of when to return back to them, I find myself that the distance which we think measured in km, would be much apt if it would be taken as moments spent on thinking about them rather than being with them.
It’s suddenly while I woke up today, I felt, wish I could be at home, seeing the faces of my parents and then rushing to be with my loved ones to spend the time with, I simply missed the glow they get while seeing me. Although I have been to my home thrice after I came here but its today only when I felt so much aloof and lost in my flow of being an identity on my own. I know its not only Me but everyone who has moved out by some time realize how much does their closed ones mean to them, although while staying back they would have been pissed of. I wish I get duly rewarded for my compromise of being outstanding which at first I saw as miracle to be away. I wish soon I open my eyes and be at home and rushing to back after long day out.