August Kranti ke KrantiVeer

Blogging was stopped for few days , months ....... hmmm ...to be truee years ................ so thought of reviving again ...........

But I know ....writing is some skills which need good vocabulary , imagination etcc... which i lacked ........but Inspiration is something ...which i always had ..................

So for the First post posting one of Inspiration a real life Incident

Its said "Better late than never".So, here i am writing something interesting abt my delhi trip.I came back on 14th but the last 2 weeks had been real busy with my MBA stuff.The trip as a whole was very good and we had a good time.The part i am writing abt is my return journey in "August Kranti Rajdhani". -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------This was the first time me and my mom were travelling in Rajdhani so we, as it is were excited abt it.We had heard abt the good hospitality of the same and were just waiting to experience it.The train arrived and we boarded it.Our seat nos. were 73 and 76 i.e., right at the entrance.We made ourselves comfortable, the other 6 seats were still empty when the return journey began (mom hoped that mumbai tak woh seats aise hi rahe, i hoped agar bhare toh koi "ACHCHA" bhare.. ;-) ).Neways, it was raining outside, the AC inside was chilling, the goodies (chay,coffee,snacks etc) had started coming in and the stage was set for a perfect journey.In fact we thought that we wudnt mind if the 18 hrs journey got delayed by a few hours.All was well until the next stop at Mathura.The train halted at Mathura and suddenly the door of the compartment banged open and we cud hear shouts of "arre smabhalo","arre ruk jao","gir jaoge,papa ko aane do".we were perplexed,It looked as if koi aatankwaadi hamla hua hai and in entered 4 tiny tots of an average height of 3 ft, with the speed of water gushing out of an outlet.Aisa laga jaise mangal pandey ne apne saathiyon ke saath "halla bol" ke naare laga kar attack kar diya ho ya fir jaise koi daravna rock band kisi ghazal mehfil mein ghuske perform karne laga ho.I thought that this was perhaps the beginning of the night mare and i cudnt hve been more correct.The 4 brats occupied 4 corners of the area and apne apne duty pe lag gaye.Mom and me were sitting on opposite seats, besides the window, facing each other.2 of the brats came besides us and started dancing,jumping,head-banging and bringing the world upside down.The one besides my mom was stomping on her mother's hand bag and looked towards my mom's handbag as the next possible victim in line.But my mom was too alert for her, as she had read the tot's mind and acted accordingly. Mom toh itni alert thi jaise kargil ka koi jawaan. In kids ke 'pappa'(with due respects) bhi kamaal ke aadmi the..(i mean hai)...single pasli aadmi and a physique like Keshto Mukherjee.Abhi train Mathura se nikle 10 min bhi nahi hue the and mr.pappa started changing his dress.Itni thandi mein where i was thinking that kambal odke sona padega,this chappie removed his shirt and wore a half sleeve t-shirt and a half pant.I was amazed at his bravery and looked carefully whether he had any suicidal tendencies or wat.One of the 4 kids , a girl, cried,"wya,wya" throughout her journey, pata nahi kya tension tha usko.And height of Irony is that later on we came to know that her name was 'KHUSHI'.Mind-blowing!! jisne bhi uska naam rakha hai ,i admit, has a great sense of humour.Within minutes, the face of the compartment had changed drastically from a calm,cool relaxation centre to a crowded mela.Just few minutes back , mom was wondering that the "mast" journey was only for 18 hrs & now she had already begun the countdown.The atrocities were yet not over.The kids started something which looked like a WWF kids championship.Bas ek cheez ki kami thi,woh bhi shuru ho gayi - A fight-.Aisa lag raha tha jaise boxing chal raha ho, and like in boxing after every round the boxers go to the corner of the ring and relax, yaha bhi kuchch aisa tha.After the 1st round, one of the fighters bindaas went and sat besides my mom,making himself comfortable besides her as if his ticket fare included that comfort too.The other one jumped into my lap without an iota of hesitation.Admist all this commotion taroon called me up for a casual talk and i said "Boss, tujhe kuchch kaam hai toh bol nahi toh main phone rak raha hoon".Then ,when i heard his sadistic laugh, i understood that prolly this was his chance where he could take revenge for all the leg-pulling and teasing dat i have done.He had just begun on that track , when the line got disconnected becos of network problems.The youngest one of the lot was also the most cutest one because she gave a full view of her denture when she giggled.3 teeth on the top row and 2 in the lower one.We all were served soup after sometime, along with bread sticks and butter.I didnt like the bread stick and threw it.As i was having my soup i saw the little one chewing the bread stick and she did that for next half an hour.That seriously made me think whether i had made the right decision or not (of throwing the stick).Next on her agenda, after the stick, was the butter.The butter was then applied at the following places in the decreasing order of proximity from herself-her face-her arms-the seat-mom's sari-my pantWe could do nothing.It looked as if we were being ragged by seniors.The names of the kids were - Aryan,KHushi,Guddu n rishabh.Inke gang ka leader tha Aryan who was the toughest to handle.Finally , divide n rule policy was applied , two of them were bundled off to the 2 seats on the other side and 2 on our side.Aryan's single-pasli "pappa" tried his level best to put him to sleep, but he simply wasnt in a mood to sleep and kicked and jumped and fluttered as if koi doctor zabardasti kisi patient ka kidney nikaalne ki koshish kar raha hai aur patient apne aap ko defend kar raha hai.Ek baar mann kiya , ki use strait-jacket mein daal doon like hritik in the song "Main aisa kyun hoon" or like Hannibal Lecter in the movie "Silence of Lambs".Bachche ko darane ke liye "pappa" baar baar bol raha tha "Hmm...so jao...paichante ho naa mujhe?"Main yehi soch raha tha ki woh usey dara raha tha ki apna doubt clear kar raha tha and i wondered what wud he do if the kid said."Nahi Uncle, aap kaun ?".Well, after lot of patience and efforts, the rockers went to sleep and even we were ready to do so.I looked outside, it was pitch dark,absolute silence and occasional silver lining of the thunders.Places like Kota,Ratlam,Baroda passed by and it was just few hours more before we woke up to start our daily grind in "AAMCHI MUMBAI".These are the times when you actually sit and do some retrospection and introspection,think abt urslf,ur family, ur close friends or perhaps "some" friend in specific and then u look at ur watch and say "Oh shit, its 12.45, so jaate hai ...subah subah Mumbai Central aa jaayega!