I remember the first day here at A8/14-6,(MT,SP),Navi Mumbai, that is the address where my sister and brother-in-law live in.It was a long and tiring journey.Infact very irritating because I feel traveling in 2A coaches is like kicking your own ass but for me it was more than that.All that made me crazier was the Punjabi couple traveling with me.They had boarded the train 6 hours later than me from I do not know where at around 2 pm.It was already lunch time so I ordered some food for me and to my surprise they did not order anything.What happened next was a must see situation.They came with this huge bag and big big dabbas in it.And the dabbas were tightly packed with varieties of eatable and non-eatable stuffs.For a moment I seriously thought that they did a mobile catering business.But for the first time my intelligence betrayed me.The entire food was only and only for them.I took a teaspoon of rice and trust me that was the last spoon I had it in the train. Because the scene that was created by the Sardar & Sardarni in front of me made my hunger the biggest enemy. Those nuts had nothing to do but eat. Thank God, they had brought in plenty of spicy stuffs to eat or else they could have turned to Cannibals and I would have been their first victim.
After two hours at around six those B*E*E*E*E*E*PS started eating again.You must be wondering,mathematically 2pm + 2hrs=4pm but why I have written six.It is because they finished their lunch at four i.e., the previous eating session lasted for two hours.The corny couple entertained each other only by eating,eating and eating.It was mid-night and suddenly I heard a miserable sound and to my knowledge, man!!! that was the Sardar's fart.Then it was Sardarni's turn very similar to the sound of trumpet.And man!!!Yuck!!! I can not even express how those welcoming sounds stunk.I felt like I was in the Punjabi's loo area.I rushed out of the compartment towards the door and opened it to feel some fresh air.And I said to myself "na khana na sona...congrats! Subah no tension of muh dhona & ____ dhona" ...And I had to illegally smoke the entire night.The train moved and stations passed and it gradually became another day.
The first sunlight was forcing me to close my eyes but I couldn't dare to go inside.It was then the couple came outside to clean themselves.Luckily I got sometime to sleep.And in no time I went off to sleep.After two hours I woke up as I heard the couple coming in.That means after brushing, did they shit for half an hour each??? And that was obvious for me to accept it. I think they were getting more of mathematical problems too as I did only calculations on them.Anyways I could manage to pass another painful ten hours with those bloody digesters.
Finally I reached LTT where my sister had come to receive me.To be frank, I was zero percent excited in this trip of mine to Mumbai.Might be the reasons were few but were enough to put me in depression. I almost felt like I was going to have a nervous breakdown.I was unable to get involved in interesting things that I usually like to do, I was unfocused about my career,problems with my girlfriend were some that made me confused.I did not know what exactly to do in that particular time. Tried many ways to get rid of those problems but nothing worked out.I just had to wear a smile on my face so that nobody would ask me what has happened. So that was all how I reached.
This way I was a bit affected by physical and mental weaknesses so had a cup of strong coffee and went to have a bath.Then slept for couple of hours as I was dying out of tiredness. Forget it!!! I mean forget what happened to the Punjabi couple.I know they must be eating if not then must be farting.Hmmm....Huh!!! Ravi bhaiya had invited few of his colleagues and we had a party that night.Babu my childhood friend had also come and after almost 48 hours I was feeling a bit relaxed .So that was all about the first day here in Mumbai.
And today the first day of the remaining three days here I am taking memories along with me.Thanks Ravi Bhaiya for canceling my ticket that day otherwise I couldnt have enjoyed the play "The Blue Mug".I loved it the way the play explains the journey about memories, both good and bad.And as Konkana Sen Sharma said it in the play ,"A moment lasts all of a second, but the memory lives on forever".So few memories going with me too to cheer for.Taking puffs in the balcony and then trying to escape from khatijabai's scoldings,making stratergies while playing chess,boy's night outs in 402 and recently following the rules and regulations made by khatijabai after entering to her den and etc...The way the play made me laugh and sometime cry similarly this 2-months has made me happy and sad too.The cold war between the Lion and Lioness and after an unpredictable time gap again taking care of each other was something amazing and new to experience.Perhaps that is how life goes.Sometimes you are hurt and sometimes you are consoled.
As the play "The Blue Mug" had nothing to do with the mug, the blog here "The blue Mug - 2" also has nothing to do with the mug.But yes both of them say about memories.It is a memorable tour for me as I have realised a lots of things and that too in a strange way.Though I can not express the strange ways.But one thing for sure, I came here with an off-mood but going with full-on energy.Thanks to all those reasons that has made me happy today.
Its time to take a bath now as I can see the blue mug is floating out of the bucket in the bathroom...Catch you in the next blog...
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After two hours at around six those B*E*E*E*E*E*PS started eating again.You must be wondering,mathematically 2pm + 2hrs=4pm but why I have written six.It is because they finished their lunch at four i.e., the previous eating session lasted for two hours.The corny couple entertained each other only by eating,eating and eating.It was mid-night and suddenly I heard a miserable sound and to my knowledge, man!!! that was the Sardar's fart.Then it was Sardarni's turn very similar to the sound of trumpet.And man!!!Yuck!!! I can not even express how those welcoming sounds stunk.I felt like I was in the Punjabi's loo area.I rushed out of the compartment towards the door and opened it to feel some fresh air.And I said to myself "na khana na sona...congrats! Subah no tension of muh dhona & ____ dhona" ...And I had to illegally smoke the entire night.The train moved and stations passed and it gradually became another day.
The first sunlight was forcing me to close my eyes but I couldn't dare to go inside.It was then the couple came outside to clean themselves.Luckily I got sometime to sleep.And in no time I went off to sleep.After two hours I woke up as I heard the couple coming in.That means after brushing, did they shit for half an hour each??? And that was obvious for me to accept it. I think they were getting more of mathematical problems too as I did only calculations on them.Anyways I could manage to pass another painful ten hours with those bloody digesters.
Finally I reached LTT where my sister had come to receive me.To be frank, I was zero percent excited in this trip of mine to Mumbai.Might be the reasons were few but were enough to put me in depression. I almost felt like I was going to have a nervous breakdown.I was unable to get involved in interesting things that I usually like to do, I was unfocused about my career,problems with my girlfriend were some that made me confused.I did not know what exactly to do in that particular time. Tried many ways to get rid of those problems but nothing worked out.I just had to wear a smile on my face so that nobody would ask me what has happened. So that was all how I reached.
This way I was a bit affected by physical and mental weaknesses so had a cup of strong coffee and went to have a bath.Then slept for couple of hours as I was dying out of tiredness. Forget it!!! I mean forget what happened to the Punjabi couple.I know they must be eating if not then must be farting.Hmmm....Huh!!! Ravi bhaiya had invited few of his colleagues and we had a party that night.Babu my childhood friend had also come and after almost 48 hours I was feeling a bit relaxed .So that was all about the first day here in Mumbai.
And today the first day of the remaining three days here I am taking memories along with me.Thanks Ravi Bhaiya for canceling my ticket that day otherwise I couldnt have enjoyed the play "The Blue Mug".I loved it the way the play explains the journey about memories, both good and bad.And as Konkana Sen Sharma said it in the play ,"A moment lasts all of a second, but the memory lives on forever".So few memories going with me too to cheer for.Taking puffs in the balcony and then trying to escape from khatijabai's scoldings,making stratergies while playing chess,boy's night outs in 402 and recently following the rules and regulations made by khatijabai after entering to her den and etc...The way the play made me laugh and sometime cry similarly this 2-months has made me happy and sad too.The cold war between the Lion and Lioness and after an unpredictable time gap again taking care of each other was something amazing and new to experience.Perhaps that is how life goes.Sometimes you are hurt and sometimes you are consoled.
As the play "The Blue Mug" had nothing to do with the mug, the blog here "The blue Mug - 2" also has nothing to do with the mug.But yes both of them say about memories.It is a memorable tour for me as I have realised a lots of things and that too in a strange way.Though I can not express the strange ways.But one thing for sure, I came here with an off-mood but going with full-on energy.Thanks to all those reasons that has made me happy today.
Its time to take a bath now as I can see the blue mug is floating out of the bucket in the bathroom...Catch you in the next blog...
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Life is because memories are..and sometimes memories become more important than the moment itself..played and replayed in your heart and mind a zillion times after the moment has passed...reminding you of the happiness..the pain..the victories..the defeats...
ReplyDeleteone more day and you'll be gone..and i'll be here with the memories..and thinking how much a family means...how much a brother means to a sister..how much he cares about her feelings..her comfort..i'll miss you the most filling the water bottles..cleaning home...and having long silent stretches..just doing nothing..but feeling the security and happiness of having a loved one with you..who just loves..accepts...
-Khatijabai...of 14th floor...