Right from my conscience.

It is that part of my life, which is about travelling. This sounds nice, but these aren’t adventure trips, it’s my job which demands travel. Ok, only to belief, may be an amalgam of my job with adventure part in it. Chhattisgarh is the place where I am. Chhattisgarh, a baby that came out from Madhya Pradesh in the earliest part of 21^st century, has now its own identity. Is bestowed with a special name to be called India’s Rice bowl state, which is more towards the eastern part of India. Very hot place mind you, which can be adjudged by seeing dark complex people everywhere. Today my professional part is over and my adventure part? Well do you really think, after such torment of running since last four days? Not an iota of my thoughts is saying adventure.

So, here I am two hours early to my boarding railway station. My mobile is dying, so I have disinclined to use it frequently. I am weaving around, at times taking a nap, sipping coffee and enjoying these moles playful misbehaviour. I am completely bored to hell and regretting deep down not to bring my best travel friend (my novels). Ah! Finally my train is about to arrive, as they say, path through pain always gives you pleasure in the end. So, here I am in my couch relieved, in sort of ecstasy and suddenly I felt between this moments a voice has struck my soul. A little heavy but as if it is you, soon I realised that she is a woman with her husband and a cute little girl along. But her persona is resembling somewhat yours and every time I am looking or listening her, she reminds me as if your soul is inside her body.

May be I am hallucinated, because you are always in my thoughts or may be technically a kind of law of attraction is working somewhere remotely. I felt, her accent is your accent, her taste is your taste, among her chosen topics, most of them I can relate are similar preferred topics and as detailed as yours. No it isn’t day dreaming or my doctored scene, I cannot explain but I am in a sense of awe admiring, observing and questioning myself. I asked her in between that her accent is as if she is from Uttar Pardesh, she says yes and replies in detailed manner, about her journey. Right from her hometown somewhere near Allahabad to her marriage and her life in Chhattisgarh thereafter. And every word of her reminds me of your presence in that voice. She says to me right now that I am a nice guy, I helped the other lady giving her mine comfortable seat. She said it in a way, as if these accolades are right through your soul to mine. Now she wants to sleep and my soul wants her to stay there and listen to her. To add to the agony I came to know she has the same surname as yours. Oh Gosh! Can she be your relative? God can make a way through unprecedented ways, so be it I conclude.

She has slept just on the opposite berth and I am recalling all the great moments you and I had together. May be your persona will develop like her (sorry I’m not comparing out here). She is beautiful as you are and you will be at her age may be more I wish. My de-boarding station is nearing and I don’t want to leave, this is stupidity at its height. She asks about my life, my work and without a second thought, I am telling her as much as I can. May be somehow as spirited soul you might pick my poignant voice and know how I am doing these days. I waved my hand to her and her child and de-boarded in the platform. Now I am left with a nice feeling and an adoring respect towards you.

A-Musing: This is Sita Reporting Live

A-Musing: This is Sita Reporting Live: Concluding Episode Epsd 1, Epsd 2 Mommy love, I can safely say that today was the most miserable day of my life.  Yes, I had ...

winter's chill

This cold chills me down,
This cold makes me frown..
A coffee all I need, to make my morning cool,
A throbbing voice calls within, wake up you fool.
Beautiful girl that's all I wish, bringing coffee all red,
Romantic as I feel, squeezing more in my bed.
More this cold, it's chilling me down,
More this cold, it's making me frown.

somewhere deep in my heart……

somewhere deep from my heart……

Summer’s afternoons sometimes doesn’t defy your mind which has absolute intimacy. So was the case with us, CP Central park, we sat under a tree an every moment felt astonishing.  Suddenly….We looked towards her, a reaction as we observed people around admiring a girl about an age 5 to 7. An English eye-pop so I call her, oh! She was amazingly beautiful but even this isn’t, I feel describing her. No one sitting around the way, ever took their eyes of her I belief. Every one waved while admiring her; God! Some people are born celeb right from their first breath. She was following a tall muscular man in a typical foreigner outfit cargo, tracking boot and a Harley Davidson t-shirt. Her small steps tick-tick….., still can’t forget her, walking briskly. Then like every child on this earth naughtiness was about to happen. She ran between us quickly with her tiny feet, just dismissing out from the muscular man sight, he called.....she ran in the opposite, sitting aside and observing each one of us. Don’t know what exactly had been going through his mind looking us. As soon as one calls, she ran away with a blushing face.  Finally it was our turn, so cute is she, my girl said looking her. She called her, surprising she didn’t run this time; she passed a smile in reply and kept looking at my girl. Slowly she came closer and closer. I guess she started taming her (little apple eye) in her own way. This ploy of her worked well and in a minutes time the english eye-pop was in her lap. What magic had you done? I questioned, it’s my style I know how to be with children. Very true, where every body failed we won to get her aside. Then we three started talking, luckily she knew english, the muscular man was relaxed seeing her child comfortable, even now he has some leisure time. He lied down and started reading sort of novel I guess. His child wasn't even taking pain to look at him or neither she looked concern about. Presume a reason being, some sort of mother's touch she got in between the time the muscular man was with her. We shared snacks and candies, my girl; she was in completely different zone. The 5 year old eye-pop had completely hypnotized us. She started playing with our mobile, gadgets always are catchy among kids now. Our time was something different, toys with advanced machine gun was the gadget I had. She picked and started operating Hello!!! Dad has one too, she said. Oh really but it may not be such trendy!!! your dad must be having a bad phone, I put up a question and tried to tease her, she didn't bothered to answered that or doesn’t want too, even that move of her remain in our heart. The way she undermined my question neglecting and finally it took a real serious effort to take the handset off her.

As she mingled more with us she spoke more about everything in her own understanding. Her father was cool with her novel but for a fraction of second he looked at her child and then again back to the novel. Then the matured girl sitting next to me asked the english cubing cake, Who is nice among either of us? What a question to ask perfect. Actually after getting attached we both wanted to know who did it better. so was the question. But the answer was something which was as of a grown up girl. "Every Man is bad" in a firm voice, thankfully she was a child otherwise the word must have been something else.  And the mature girl sitting right to me laughed out loud. See even a child knows what men are. Oh! Common I said she must be repeating her mom words, her mom must have said many a times in front of her. Common sweetheart lets go we have a train, her father called and she moved. She waved her hands and a flying kiss, my girl passed before her. It was sad but a moment to keep close to our heart. It’s been a year about this memorable incident and we never forget her.

somewhere deep in my heart

It was few hours left. Separating from someone so close is always tough. A girl, who was about to exit from a boy’s life. Ticket was confirmed she told him few days back, her train was at 6:05 am in the morning. The night before was the only time left and the distance was about two hours from her girl's place. Thinking about sharing those precious hours together, the boy decided to drop her, seeing it to be his last possibility with her. The boy had already told about his intention of meeting her, it looked strange to her, she resisted but boy had enough motivation that all that seemed unresistant to his decision. Whatever the case is, he called her the night before she was leaving and said to confirm that he was coming to drop her. At last the girl said make it early as you can. Yes I will he said planning what to do.So the boy managed an auto late night, it was around 2:30am. Noticing those same landmarks his memory evoked all those beautiful time while moving. First meet, fights, love all was revolving in his mind. Calculating the time every five minutes, planning what to do in those few hours was more sort of desperation. As his calculation was going in-depth along the way, even calculating the seconds, finally he reached her girl’s place at 3:30am, knocked on the door and sat quietly just admiring her. She looked happy, yawning she said you came too early. The boy said nothing; he was only admiring her. She said 4:45 we should leave, suddenly he calculated it was 1h 15 min to be exact  2 h 30 min left overall. Then he was just memorising all the time they spent together and her girl was busy on her packing. He helped her in pulling bags and keeping them aside but his mind was on her. She gave him some thing and said to keep all her things cautiously. It was time to move she said. Way to the railway station, the boy picked the heaviest cargo and moved down the stairs. He slipped, she shouted easy dumbo easy. Took an auto and off they went, wow! I am leaving this place. Hmmm…… she said with her excitement seemed a blow in his stomach.

Calculating and memorizing the time, he said while moving on the auto, “how is it that we are helpless against time?” the girl didn’t understand what the boy was after. She herself was motivated and more so excited for different reason. She didn’t even bother to ask what it was for. While moving along, for a second the boy’s eye lit up reading few words, a cab parked aside written “ANTIM YATRA” on it. He soon realized it was his too with her. Every thing he saw on the way seemed empathizing him, he perceived.  It was the railway station soon he realized seeing the crowd and here we are said the autowala. “Babuji railway station”   Soon they both entered the railway station; it was platform no 5, they sat on the platform bench 5:15 it was and waited for their train to arrive. We came too soon she said. She was talking all alone and the boy was in his own world. Half an hour he looked at the watch and asked if she want coffee? Yaa and bring something to eat she said. As they were having coffee with that they heard an announcement of the train arrival. It was her train that was about to go in time. At platform 5 a train arrived, he was praying Oh! God please delay the train for an hour or so but he soon realized it can't, looking at the train entering platform 5. Stood to pick one of the bag and……. It’s not our train dumbo! The girl laughed. At least we should check the boy replied. I know my train she said looking at her ticket and the boy just asked to tell the no of the train. She seemed annoyed with the question and after few seconds she shouted the no 45XXX. Time was passing too soon and the boy thought, as If someone has pushed the accelerator. 5:40 the platform clock shows. More to add the agony to the situation.  

It was 5:50 am but as by her assumption the train hadn't arrived. She didn’t pretended but she looked worried, so the boy too. 5:55 am the clock says and they were just sitting on the platform bench waiting. Seeing her face at a spilt of second the boy stood and went towards the train on platform 5. Tallying the no and confirming with one or two people he realized it was her train. Then a thought came should I tell her? I shouldn’t, she won’t leave today. Won’t it be nice she spends a day more with me? He was in utter dilemma to tell her or not? If I wouldn’t she didn’t leave till today, I can share a day along with her, he thought, I will not tell her, I won’t he was just so confused. He too was going to his hometown that night. He planned that he will drop her home that night before going to his. He went to the bench were she was waiting for him. The clock started ticking it was only five minutes that train would leave. He saw a worried face with a question all over it? A voice came within it’s your train idiot your name is their, give me your bag quickly, boy screamed. She quickly checked, we picked bags and were on her seat. He placed her bags under her seat, stood up, looking her for the final time and walked with all the memories and never looked back….