Circle of thoughts

Started off rushing to the station from home...am late as ever. I clearly remember a time when I just managed to get into the train when the siren blew off.The train was to leave at 8.15 n I got into the station at 8.10 then ran like hell to the platform... shit i dint chk my coachhhhhh..Got into one of them thinking I will get into the right coach once the train starts moving.. I was almost sure I missed it... my good luck I managed to alight into the S4 coach just in time... which happened to be the one i was supposed to get into...
That was the last time when I went home n had made up my mind to b in the station a lil early than the departure time to avoid any of the train catchin bollywood stunts I may have to try if I continued to be late;)...
The trains are dirty some more dirty than the others... but when u cum mentally prepared to b stuck there for the next 12 hrs of Ur life... it doesnt matter much... Jus prefer the upper berths can get up n listen to music or read or sleep or hang upside down from the ceiling fan that is soo dusty or dust it or stare at the co-passengers who sleep in the adjacent upper berth. Do wat u want... not many ple watch u or most importantly disturb u.Was too tired for any comedy so jus slept off. It must have been quite sometime coz I was feeling fresh after sleep ...I got up bcoz it was too hot n stuffy... the train had stopped.I thought mus b a station near to blore..
I got off my berth to c if I can manage to get a coke for myself... i jus got down n saw that billboard.... it had caught my attention when i alighted the train in such a gr8 hurry also.. I had liked that model's smile... it was very cheerful... Phew I said watta co incidence... keep seein the things u like again n again.. Jus walked down to the cool drinks bar...every1 was out of the train n relaxed so i guessed mus b a big station where the train would stop for long.. N then the announcement...as i was walkin back to my compartment... the chennai blore express will leave in 5 min from chennai central... yatriyo kripiya dyan dijiye...
Hellllllllllll it was Chennai still... for a second i looked at my watch ... yeah it was 12.45... My train was to leave at 11... Hell I must have got into a wrong train... then climb up happily to a wrong berth n snored away to glory for abt an hr... When my train chugged away to blore carrying my dreams. I jus chked the train number on the sheet stuck outside the bogie n that in my ticket... which i managed to pull outta my pockets with gr88 difficulty... thankfully the numbers still lay legible enough to confirm that I was on the right track... Back to my abode I started looking down at each person n the irritation that had seemed to dance on every1z face in the train. Finally off to blore... Reached home at some awful 10 o clock+ in the morning... huh if i were a sprinter in life i wud have considered runnin to blore on my own god given legs than depend on this pathetic public transports ;)
Neways after the customary exchange of hi hello how u doin.. long time.. U have grown dark thin fat lean weak fair I wonder how I cud bcum dark n fair at the same time. Aunt saying dark granny saying fair...i wondered if wud bcum a cause for the daughterinlaw-motherinlaw duel;)...
I am off to c my frdsssss.A long never ending list of pals... each with 1 big story to tell... n each u meet u feel u have missed out 1 era from their life ....their lives of which u were so much an integral part some time somewhere.. Awesome lunch with my frd's mom ... the phone rings... my dad on the other side
Dad:hellooo deepuuu
Me:hii pa when did u reach?
Dad:jus abt half an hr back... how r u? where r u?
me:Dad am in such n such a place ..reached after an awful journey..(I had made up my mind that I wud not complain to him abt the journey..It always happens with me.. when I think this is something I shudnt talk about I say to myself I wud definitely not talk bat this.. not this... not this... n this would b the first thin i blurt out.I had done it again in all my conscious efforts to not talk abt the delayed train journey Hate it... but can’t help it... habits die hard... )
Dad: r u joining us for lunch? wat time will I b able c my daughter's face?
Me:hey no dad I jus started having my lunch with aunty. will b there in half an hr(I knew it wud take more than 45 min.. but still half an hr can bcum 1.5 hrs.. so fine;))
rushed home after byee c u l8r to the other few I met on my way back. Then to cousinz palce.I jus like bein there.. The talks so varied n diff things to talk abt... dinner n then the talks go on n on n on spanning topics from my aunt's neighbor’s daughter's new grand child in shimoga..to the prez of India to my cousinz trip to Italy. At 2.30 finally we decide to call it a day n zzzz Woke up in the morning coz of the broz kick.. I feel his hair hang like noodles from his head...
Ahh noodles... my stomach growling for foooooooooooooodddd. Off we go to a restaurant in one of the busiest places in blore.. Uncle n dad all nostalgic abt their student n bachelor hood days when they wud swarm in grps to this hotel.. how it has changed rather not. Then a round of shopping n another house to visit... then grand lunch...unclez home... oil bath -a ritual my granny believes without which a holiday r a daughter cumin home is not complete...;) then talked to another frd for a very short time.. wanted to tell n talk a 100 things.. bottleneck is timeeee constraintttt .So restricted the topics of conversation to the latest book I read by Feynman to the classes she is attending... to the days that we spent together that were glorious:)Then to a wedding reception.. With all aunties thinking u r the closest hey have ever talked to... all glares abt the dress u wear, jewellery u wear. ur hair.. N everything that is least important for sensible ple... The girl is an IAS officer sniffed one woman as if she was letting out her most treasured secrets... n i start wonderin...wat her interpretation of IAS is... y was she scared of nythin to do with police...uu fishy.. 'U look like a carbon copy of ur mom'...eesh! I and carbon copy. Now that cud do a lotta damage coz u have been told that u have tanned like crow after goin to Chennai.. N then as if to prove that fact here is a woman calling me carbon copy... i stared at her with an excuse me??!! Cum again??wat was that carbon copy... each letter separated with pauses to make its effect clear.. n started imaging myself as IAS..black n white.. all black but for ur teeth n eyes. Invisible After Six(my defn of IAS(lol)) n started laughin ;) N then run like hell out of the marriage hall to rush off to train ..back in a wet compartment dirtyyyy again.. back to the upper berth. look at again at the ple down who were irritated again like the day when the train was late but today bcoz it was wet with the rain ..am I repeating it? Have I cum over a circle of thoughts...I start thinking n drift into my world...as suddenly thoughts seemed to maender n i was unable to recall where i heard it..."good health n bad memory maketh a man happy".For u can relive and re-enjoy the good times of the days begone.I was all smiles when i cudnt recollect where that had gotten into my head. Ah my Bad memory !yippee! am happy! I said as I noticed both the laughter n rain that were there for 2 days continuously... as if each was tryin to peirce my ears more than the other had stopped...now suddenly... n seemed to stare at me to watch wat I wud do next..... I got off from the upper berth ..and started walking towards the coke machine..the circle was complete:)