Statutory warning: It's a *very* long post!
Once there was a girl recently turned 21 who was essentially a ‘dreamer’ personality, meaning she thought more from her heart than from her brains. So no wonder she
was is one big drama queen who sometimes
always acts on impulse! Like she did a few days ago by posting that she’s so
sick of her hectic such-a-wella-MBA college life that she’d be stopping
posting on her much beloved blog for a while. Okay, no need to snicker and give
me that ‘I-told-you’ look. I know, I know. I can’t stay away, even at
the risk of coming across as a hypocrite who doesn’t even stick to her own
Anyway, now that I’m back (and you guessed it right. I have a ton of work for tomorrow. For those new comers here, I mostly blog when I have loads of work, so much that I decide to leave it all and write first ^_^), I’d begin with how awesome (well, almost) my day yesterday was! :D
The not-so-awesome thing in the morning was our Spanish test. I thought I knew it well and that I’d be able to do it okay, but ha! As usual I was surprised when I couldn’t recall even the basic-est things in the actual test. :| And it’s not that the oral test went good too. Honestly, I was disappointed. Our day was scheduled to end at 2.30 and I had decided that I really need a break, so I planned a visit to my two libraries at Barakhamba Road (M.G. Marg, to be precise). I mean, a trip like this could totally make me happy, I knew it and I was feeling quite rebellious. You know, the kind of a thought that says, ‘I will not leave anything I like for these sadists!’ (Ya ya, quite dramatic)
The issue was, Mom doesn’t want me to go alone, ever (even though I have been there alone a couple of times, telling her only afterwards among the pattering of emotional dialogues) and my usual friend who accompanies me to the library was busy, so I was kind of looking for someone. I had a vague thought, which then turned into a seemingly good, though slightly impossible idea. I asked dad to ask my brother to please accompany me for the day. Now, it’s not that he’s not helpful, but he’s so not a reader, like, not at all. I’ve tried a lot of stuff, but it’s no use. Anyway, I gave him some pointers, emotional blackmail stuff, to communicate to G (let’s call him G, his first name’s inital letter) while I was struggling with basic espanol in college. He called in between and I did some more emotional talking and he agreed! Obviously, I was “too” happy already. Our first brother-sister hangout! He’s such a foodie, I actually had to tempt him with food I’d take him to eat. :P
So I met G at our metro station and we got in a train bound for wherever (our station comes in between, so who cares where it’s bound for, right? ;) ). While we were chit-chatting, rolling eyes at silly talks by young guys and girls, planning where we’d be going and (obviously) what we’d be eating, the train gradually got more crowded, slowly, slowly we were almost stuck with people from all sides and were stuck at the back. Now, our destination is a station after the horrendous, one hell of a station, Rajiv Chowk, where if you go and see from the top of the stairs, you’d get an idea of Dilli’s overflowing abaadi. G was nervous about the prospect of trying to get down through that one huge mass of what resembled human beings stuck with glue. I assured him saying that a lot of people will get down at Rajiv Chowk and hence we’d have some more breathing and moving space. Yeah, right.
|This is what I mean by the abaadi thing ;)|
Even though G was sure we’d still be stuck as, he reasoned, people will board the train as well, I was more optimistic. I thought we’d move towards the gate when the crowd gets down and stay there. Easier said than done. There was a couple tight next to us, having a similar discussion. Now, as the train rolled in and we saw the crowd, we were just rooted to our places from shock. It was tremendous. G was tugging but I was stuck. I didn’t want to leave the safety of my spot and face the incoming mass of frenzied Delhites! So the end result was that we were even more farther back, totally stuck to the back doors, with even more people now gelling into each other, so that no one was quite standing straight, but bent at different angles just to keep standing. I took a deep breath. I’ve faced worse, I reminded myself. I caught a snatch of conversation from the couple where the girl was asking the guy to start moving forwards. I whispered to G that we’d just follow this couple as they made their way through. Should be easy for us, right? But the train started moving and they were still deciding.
I asked G to start moving. And that was when I heard the girl suggesting the guy that they’d follow us. Smart move, girl. That was my idea! Now, G said a lot of “Excuse me”s (which isn’t much use, by the way. It just gets people to shift their butts a bit to wherever they find easy) and thanks to him being so much taller than me, I was able to avoid anyone else from the front. To tackle the sides, I used my elbows to make my way (obviously, you can’t expect me to just glide along with strangers. I hate unnecessary contact with anyone. And it’s not that we have very decent people here) and while trying to keep my bag to myself, regretting not shifting my ponytail to the front, we lugged through, with the
clever couple following behind.
We reached a bit more than halfway when G stopped. We were quite near the doors
and with a bit of pushing through, we’d be able to get out when the doors
They did and G struggled out, motioning wildly asking me to get out. I put one foot ahead, right shoulder making my way and raised my other foot to follow when I just felt cold air on my left foot! I had lost my left jutti! I put my foot back but all I felt was people’s feet and their useless shoes! I know I should have been frantic, but you know what I did? Stood there and started laughing. Like a total maniac. An uncontrollable laugh so that I wasn’t able to utter more than two words to the girl behind me that I’d lost my shoe! I gestured to G to get back inside! Bewildered, looking confused with the fact that some people were just watching me bemused, G tentatively stepped back inside. I was still laughing and lunging my foot in all possible directions, as ‘looking’ was not an option. It wasn’t just possible. I heard the guy behind the girl behind me sound confused and slightly frantic owing to the fact that the girl and I, basically, wasn’t moving forward and just laughing my head off like a total idiot.
Then I heard, in between my attempts to still look for my shoe and controlling my laughter, the girl say in a voice that said, ‘Du-uh. There is a problem’, “She’s not getting down here. She lost her shoe. We’ll get down at the next station now”. Oh my, the first time I noticed how girls can actually be so understanding. Relieved that I’m not stopping any frantic passenger, I started moving my foot over other’s shoes and finally! I found mine! I took some frantic time shifting it so that it was once again, fitting me right and I saw the doors were still open, more time than usual. I asked G to get down fast and I followed (funny how people gave me space to move easily :P). As I squeezed out and started laughing again, I saw the couple behind me getting out as well and making their way upstairs. God, it was so funny! G looked amused, contrary to his usual reactions that are always something like, ‘don’t do this. You’re making me embarrassed’.
This is already a very long post. I’ll make the rest of it short :P
So, we went to the first one and I immediately went straight to Fiction, showed G the section on sports and started looking through the shelves. I picked up three books and switched on the Kindle to use Wifi (as I still don’t have it at home and my library friend told me here it was free :P) and downloaded some books. :D I came back to find G stuck with a book on sports. It was him who was finding it hard to get out. (Very happy!) Then we visited the other one, had yummy stuff in the cafe, took an auto and went to CP, to KFC, had more fun (read: food) and as we were going towards the Metro station, I saw an old man I recognized from pictures that were floating on Facebook. The man is a retired bank officer and because of some problem (don’t remember what exactly), he travels daily from Sonipat and comes selling cute little puppets in CP. I wanted to get one, I mean, you get kind of sorry. Though we shouldn’t. You should feel inspired and proud. But still, I got a puppet in pink! (What else?) Here are the pics:
The primary reason the day was so fulfilling was that we enjoyed together. A lot. I can only thank God for giving me reasons to feel happy when I most need them, which leads to blogging too ;)
PS- I better get back to college stuff now. If I don’t want that stress and teachers to ruin my mood tomorrow :/ Tuesdays are the worst for me, I swear. I hateee that day. Can’t divulge the details or I might get chucked out without a degree :P