euphoria unabated.

its precisely 5 years and 7 days since my trip to mumbai with my friends while i was in high school,but i aint think it would be a far fetched thing to say that every moment of the trip goes through my mind to this day,as if it were simply yesterday,for such a nostalgia of it smothers my life hitherto and may be,for a long time to come in life.it was on december 10 th that we had set off for mumbai.the day is special me for another reason that i ve buried inside a casket at the depth of my heart for last so many years.thats another thing,
i am a cosmopolitan cosmophile,who has visited all the state capitals of the south,bar hyderabad,of which i think i ll be finishing the conquest shortly after my ongoing exams.next on list is bhubaneshwar.i actually love visiting places,be it city or a hamlet.so,a visit to mumbai was more than fun for me.there aint any direct train from hospet to mumbai hitherto.so we had to take up haripriya express till guntakal and thereby chennai mail.haripriya express reaches guntakal at midnight and the chennai mail would leave the next morning.the implication,crisp and clear as it can be,we had to spend a night at the guntakal station,that would go down my books as one of the memorable of all times.we guys were all free birds,loitering in the railhead like free birds,poor damsels i think had there wings clipped,they could barely surpass the sight of vision of teachers.i was 1 of the only 2 veggies there,the other offcourse my alter ego and best pal to this day in life.'omlets' are a taboo for the 2 of us and moreso repelling factor is the stink they effuse.friendship can be strange,i somehow managed to stay by the vendor as they devoured one after the other,a moment more there,i would puke for sure as we made our way all around the station.when we came back to the waiting hall,it was,i still can recollect, 3:15 am. i was into clutches of sanitation and i couldnt simply be without a bath,at around 4,the water was freezing cold and i did have my bath,and i can still feel the shiver i got later.
the next morning,we caught the train and set off to our destination.train journey was not as relishy as it could have been,the tickets had not been booked sufficiently in advance and our berths were scattered all over the place.after the cosuming night,most of my time in train went in drowse and standing at the train door hanging precariously.after 20 hours in train, with not many of us accustomed to such matrathon train journey,we were undulating as if we were all drunk.
we had barely settled down,that something struck me,first from home and then through media that the indian parliament has been attacked and security is beng beefed up,tension prevailed in the air as the prospects of our fun had been struck by a lightning.mumbai is such a metropolis,that gave not a fuck to the attacks in its own backyard,there s no way an attack 1200 k s away could jolt it.
our sightseeing started off as if it were a piligrimage and on day 1,we saw nothing but temples under the crew command of our headmistress,my contempt could not hold back for long,yes its good that we visit temple,but that couldnt take the whole out of us.things got better the next day.the bus we d hired locally was caught for overspeeding on ampful occasions and only we were given the blame for not getting ready in time.
we were at the gateway of india and had to take to the sea to visit elephanta caves,other than taking snaps of the ships passing by,i would rate the buoy ride relatively boring.we got there and somehow i was parted by friends left with the most obsequiously adorned sir of mine at the time,he was 60 plus,but by far the best climber. we hanged out there for some time,the pollution that had taken a toll for the last few days seemed to evanascate with the scenic beauty around.we made it to the caves and after some time,got back.
later that night,i was in for something i think sounds out and out wierd.we had a ploy not to sleep at night during our stay at the fanaswadi chowltry.we would spend the whole night playing cards or doing things i wouldnt like to put it up.we were without our knowledge being monitored and that night the light of our room was turned off,but we had a' candle'.we were upto the mind game.we got thrashed after the teachers came to know of the same,and were left locked up in tthe room,devoid of candle and the cards.well,with the winter chill blowing,nature s calls were a natural phenomenon,having been locked up,some of my friends,not me,could no longer hold back as they pissed from the porch of the building.to our badluck,there were truck drivers,probably drunk sleeping right underneath,we could here their trivial slangs at the second floor,and had they made there way in,i am sure we would have been beaten up black and blue.god knows how things were managed,they had chilled down.i would be liar if i say if they had not given a shiver in my spine.
next day we were to essel world and the water kingdom,the fun,i dont find words to explain,
i love adventures and had taken to rides most would flinch.how i bore them is another issue.that evening i felt the world is coming to an end for me,as we were suppose to be leaving the next day,in the twilight i spent some of the most memorable moments of life.the pick up bua was late and we were all swaying about with the closest ones,to accept that after the upcoming exams,we would all part ways.
the next day after visits to other landmarks we were set on our journey back to bedlam,with memories that would prevail for the rest of life.

sojourn at delhi.

i had an envision of the national capital as something it did not turn out to be,right from the moment i entered the outskirts of delhi.i was expecting highrise buildings to greet my eyes on arrival,but all i could see was a seemingly unending stream of slum.and the New delhi station,i was dumbfound.i expected the station to be hygienic at the least if not posh,being the pride of the nation.i couldnt stop muttering,guntakal station is by far better,it was all but disarray at the station. i had to make a pick,either search for a bus or take an auto.for i could make my way to the prepaid counter,i decided in favour of the latter.i had to go to old rajendra nagar,but he took me to the new one,i had presumed the auto people are all the same,rogues who flick ur money off, some way or the other.they realy arent so,he was quite wellbehaved and he indeed demended no extra bucks,it was quite a smooth ride,than wat i had thought it would be.in 20 minutes,i was at my destination.i could see more of the brighter side of delhi.but the buses and the autorickshaws are a mockery of modernisation,they all seem to be in desperate need of a garrage visit, so was their plight,all around the city,man did i miss the bmtc.heigts of all,a human pulled tricycle there left me nowhere,it had been a while since i had seen any,anywhere.i had learnt quite a few things,life doesnt always offer things you expect to be getting.i was at my destination at last.
The hysteresis prevailed,after being in train for such a long time,i was still shaking,my walk was visibly precarious.it was time to have a bath and a long nap,the next morning i set off to do some loitering,i could from a distance gaze at the parliament,the india gate and the whole of the central secretrait,
what struck me was the lines i read in mein kampf,i am quite a hitler fan,i felt these buildings flaunt socialist movement that holds no relevance to the day,my days were full of surprises,when my aunt told me it gets dark at 5 in the evening and visibility becomes 0,i told myself,oh she s going 19 for a dosen,how could it be,and when i was still making my way through karol bagh,all lights were on,my watch read 4:30,i thought my watch had stopped working.it was not so,i could see the same same time el;sewhere,it had been running and quite well too.
there was one last thing i wanted not to miss,the delhi metro,i was ecstasised,no traffic bull shit,just speed by on the tracks,save time.loved it like heaven.got through some of the poshest areas of the city,and it was time to get back to namma bengalooru.way back in the train was not as much eventful,i could see the same slums, i could conclude "every darkest cloud has a silver lining,and brightest of the skies has its clouds"

train to delhi.

For some personal reasons,i had to get to delhi,and for a first time visitor,experimenting is no good.for,i had to board at uncle s house for which i had to alight at new delhi station,i had no choice but to take to take to karnataka express from bangalore city station.who doesnt know the traffic chaos of a bangalorean evening near the railhead,so i set off early with the minimum of the luggage possible,or,so i thought.train was conjencturally expected to arrive on the platform at 18:20 hrs.to my dismay,i had made it to the station ahead of time,with the baggage so ponderous,i could bearly move about.my only pic was to just sit and wait for the train.the moment i had been longing for did arrive at last.it was more than eventful first few hours in the train,it had been quite a while since i had boarded the train and had little cognizance of the newly laid provision by the railways that would make me go bananas over,all evening,it was something called as vaccancy upgradation,wherein a passanger travelling in a specific class,would on the basis of the date of reservation,be upgraded to a higher class with vaccancies.i was so stewing to get to delhi,that i had booked my ticket 45 days in advance,without my knowledge,i had been upgraded.huff,this was the root of all trouble.
As i took my seat,a middle aged couple came over and started to claim it theirs,and with the seat alloted to 2 indivisuals,stage was all set for a serious altercation,we were both trying to put the ticket into one another s eyes to stake the claim of the seat,when the train conductor made his way,i got to know what crap was going on all the while,i asked the fellow traveller s excuse and made my way to the ac compartment.thats not the end of the story,it would all repeat itself all again,the situation had only got a little topsy turvey,it was me the intruder this time and the bone of contension the seat in 3rd ac.it took little of me to make note this person should be upgraded as well,i took him to the tc and he had been,as i knew 'upgraded'.i could see the fury in the eyes of the tc,he was promiscously bitching everyone in the railway ministry,and i could simply but understand.i could finally breathe a sigh of relief,it had been more than 2 hours that i was moving about the train all confused.by the time i could settle,the catering was already accepting dinner orders,and railway food is no dam good,i was in prepared,with good amount of eatables to sustain me for the next 40 hours of journey.
after a mind boggling 40 hour jourey,i was finally in new delhi station.