2nd May ‘2011-DAY 1
11:00
“Sir Ticket ka print-out le lena”. A message popped up on my mobile. My clock went off for the 11th time of the day. In the past 16 hours my cell-phone floated from divert to offline mode because of my affectionate bosses who were so desperate to talk to me. What if I was in leave? What if I didn’t even give a damn about the company? Not at least when I was on leave.
Standing on a railway platform (New Barrackpur Station), while I was waiting for the train to arrive, I took out my cell and switched to General mode.
In no time, the cell which was almost dead for the last few hours started bursting in agony. The continuous bleeping that started never seemed to end. Within a minute 15 messages had appeared on message notification box.
Huh! 16 messages. Sounds good, but I was not so happy as I was supposed to be. Among the 16 messages, 5 were of missed call alerts among which four numbers were from my company. 5 good morning messages - these messages always made me wonder about how someone can be free to spare so much time to forward silly messages right from dawn. Another 5 messages were promotional ones with the prefix “TD”. I was fed-up with these promotional messages and I am just waiting for the day when I would reach the extremities of irritation when I will call them on their given number and will let them introduce to the Saga of wrath. Anyway, coming to 16th message, it was of the lobster (Rupjyoti) conveying about the ticket which needed to be printed, as that damn fellow had forgotten to find the space in his bag for the already taken printout. Finally he missed it.
Meanwhile train had come. It was a fully loaded one whilst there was no space to enter. By the way, one free advice, you all guys need. Take it or leave it. In Kolkata local trains, whenever you have to deal with the crowd. Sorry!! Sorry!! Simply saying crowd will not be accepted, this is BENGALI crowd and Bengali things always walk along with the term called AGGRESSION. So the advice is, whenever you are with this Aggressive Bengali crowd please surrender yourself to the crowd moving towards the desirable direction. Always keep watching your feet, never ever allow your shoes to match with other's feet. That means never try to move your feet in the bus. The chances are that once you lift your foot and land it over someone else’s feet then it will bring you different and unforgettable kinds of miserable situation to your life. Personal experience guys. You never know, when you will get the ticket to the world of aggressive khisti.
Anyways I boarded the train up to DUMDUM, one of the busiest junctions in North Kolkata, not only for local trains but also for Metro trains.
12:40
I entered into the FORUM, ElginRoad. My trip partners were dwelling in the train and they were around 2 hrs late. I had time to kill while Forum had movies to be screened .So we both shook our hands and agreed upon Dum Maro Dum.
14:00
Another 2 hrs and they were still dwelling. So CHALO DILLI.
16:30
Congrats! They reached. They finally reached….BUGGERS…huh!
They were late, exhausted, hungry yet still enthusiastic.
Hari: Shopping!! Shopping!! Shopping and hungry.
Naresh: Calvin Klein!! Calvin Klein and hungry.
Rupjyoti: Hungry
We reached KFC (Kentucky Fried Chicken) to kill our hunger which was continuously nailing our stomach second by second. Although mom had done all her preparation for dinner, still I couldn't handle myself from getting into the school of LICKONOMICS. However, the other three were also damn hungry. And I mitigated my desperateness into them.
17:45
We left for a woodland shop where Hari wanted to buy a pair of shoes.
18:30
We headed for the Metro station
Status: We were getting late and within 45 minutes we had reached to the New Barrackpur Station.
By the grace of Naresh Balaka, one our fellow partner in the trip, who was so enthusiastic about this trip, had brought six days garments for only 3 days. And all his fantasy of being a high profile Fashion freak led to a heavy bag. Because of that bag, he was restricted at the gate of Metro station, as heavy bags were not allowed in Metro trains. Many times I have travelled by the Metro with luggage but I never faced this kind of a situation. I didn’t know what had happened, but it was true that we were all standing outside the Metro station, not being able to board the train just because of that damn heavy luggage of garments. Huh!
Time was 1830 hrs. Train to New Jalpaiguri was at 2200 hrs from Sealdah and only 3:30 hrs was left. Four stranded guys were standing in Park street road. Except for me the rest were new to Kolkata. Anyhow there was no expectation from them and I just kept asking myself - what to do? Any other means other than train will take at least 2 hrs to reach home. My cell was ringing every 15 minutes and it was mom enquiring about the proceedings at my end and where the damn we were? When we will reach home?
Then came the cab driver, Mr. CHOTE LAL GUPTA.
Mr. Chote Lal Gupta, the cab driver was talkative, audacious and had a happy face.
“New Barrackpur Station, chaloge Bhaisahab?” I asked the cab driver.
“Barrackpur, ha bhaisahab chalenge, jaroor chalenge”, he replied back with a great gusto feeling.
“Arre Barrackpur nahi New barrackpur”, I rectified him. He misunderstood NEW BARRACKPUR to BARRACKPUR.
“Ha bhaisahab, sab ek hi hain, ek naya hain doosra purana, kya faraq padta hain?”His enthusiasm was killing me.
“Arre chalo yaar, I will show you where it is?” With all head we hopped in with hopes ringing high in our hearts….
To Be continued..........
11:00
“Sir Ticket ka print-out le lena”. A message popped up on my mobile. My clock went off for the 11th time of the day. In the past 16 hours my cell-phone floated from divert to offline mode because of my affectionate bosses who were so desperate to talk to me. What if I was in leave? What if I didn’t even give a damn about the company? Not at least when I was on leave.
Standing on a railway platform (New Barrackpur Station), while I was waiting for the train to arrive, I took out my cell and switched to General mode.
In no time, the cell which was almost dead for the last few hours started bursting in agony. The continuous bleeping that started never seemed to end. Within a minute 15 messages had appeared on message notification box.
Huh! 16 messages. Sounds good, but I was not so happy as I was supposed to be. Among the 16 messages, 5 were of missed call alerts among which four numbers were from my company. 5 good morning messages - these messages always made me wonder about how someone can be free to spare so much time to forward silly messages right from dawn. Another 5 messages were promotional ones with the prefix “TD”. I was fed-up with these promotional messages and I am just waiting for the day when I would reach the extremities of irritation when I will call them on their given number and will let them introduce to the Saga of wrath. Anyway, coming to 16th message, it was of the lobster (Rupjyoti) conveying about the ticket which needed to be printed, as that damn fellow had forgotten to find the space in his bag for the already taken printout. Finally he missed it.
Meanwhile train had come. It was a fully loaded one whilst there was no space to enter. By the way, one free advice, you all guys need. Take it or leave it. In Kolkata local trains, whenever you have to deal with the crowd. Sorry!! Sorry!! Simply saying crowd will not be accepted, this is BENGALI crowd and Bengali things always walk along with the term called AGGRESSION. So the advice is, whenever you are with this Aggressive Bengali crowd please surrender yourself to the crowd moving towards the desirable direction. Always keep watching your feet, never ever allow your shoes to match with other's feet. That means never try to move your feet in the bus. The chances are that once you lift your foot and land it over someone else’s feet then it will bring you different and unforgettable kinds of miserable situation to your life. Personal experience guys. You never know, when you will get the ticket to the world of aggressive khisti.
Anyways I boarded the train up to DUMDUM, one of the busiest junctions in North Kolkata, not only for local trains but also for Metro trains.
12:40
I entered into the FORUM, ElginRoad. My trip partners were dwelling in the train and they were around 2 hrs late. I had time to kill while Forum had movies to be screened .So we both shook our hands and agreed upon Dum Maro Dum.
14:00
Another 2 hrs and they were still dwelling. So CHALO DILLI.
16:30
Congrats! They reached. They finally reached….BUGGERS…huh!
They were late, exhausted, hungry yet still enthusiastic.
Hari: Shopping!! Shopping!! Shopping and hungry.
Naresh: Calvin Klein!! Calvin Klein and hungry.
Rupjyoti: Hungry
We reached KFC (Kentucky Fried Chicken) to kill our hunger which was continuously nailing our stomach second by second. Although mom had done all her preparation for dinner, still I couldn't handle myself from getting into the school of LICKONOMICS. However, the other three were also damn hungry. And I mitigated my desperateness into them.
17:45
We left for a woodland shop where Hari wanted to buy a pair of shoes.
18:30
We headed for the Metro station
Status: We were getting late and within 45 minutes we had reached to the New Barrackpur Station.
By the grace of Naresh Balaka, one our fellow partner in the trip, who was so enthusiastic about this trip, had brought six days garments for only 3 days. And all his fantasy of being a high profile Fashion freak led to a heavy bag. Because of that bag, he was restricted at the gate of Metro station, as heavy bags were not allowed in Metro trains. Many times I have travelled by the Metro with luggage but I never faced this kind of a situation. I didn’t know what had happened, but it was true that we were all standing outside the Metro station, not being able to board the train just because of that damn heavy luggage of garments. Huh!
Time was 1830 hrs. Train to New Jalpaiguri was at 2200 hrs from Sealdah and only 3:30 hrs was left. Four stranded guys were standing in Park street road. Except for me the rest were new to Kolkata. Anyhow there was no expectation from them and I just kept asking myself - what to do? Any other means other than train will take at least 2 hrs to reach home. My cell was ringing every 15 minutes and it was mom enquiring about the proceedings at my end and where the damn we were? When we will reach home?
Then came the cab driver, Mr. CHOTE LAL GUPTA.
Mr. Chote Lal Gupta, the cab driver was talkative, audacious and had a happy face.
“New Barrackpur Station, chaloge Bhaisahab?” I asked the cab driver.
“Barrackpur, ha bhaisahab chalenge, jaroor chalenge”, he replied back with a great gusto feeling.
“Arre Barrackpur nahi New barrackpur”, I rectified him. He misunderstood NEW BARRACKPUR to BARRACKPUR.
“Ha bhaisahab, sab ek hi hain, ek naya hain doosra purana, kya faraq padta hain?”His enthusiasm was killing me.
“Arre chalo yaar, I will show you where it is?” With all head we hopped in with hopes ringing high in our hearts….
To Be continued..........
1 comment:
kuch bhul gaye the sir........next mai likhna mat bhulna.....newz well describ......
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