zzzzzzz......zzzz...at last i slept!

this is another remarkable journey i had when i was heading home from Durgapur. the night before the journey, i had to pack all my stuff as we were instructed and the day before, i did a night out owing to the economics exam(4 precious holidays were given before the exam-but no!   i was too lazy to do it then.i started preparing the crucial part of the subject at 00.00hrs i.e. on the day of exam).after the tiresome day when i wanted to lie down my friend wanted to share my bed because her roomies already vacated and shez left alone.well,she is my good friend so i had to oblige her favor;but man! it was so inconvenient that i couldn't sleep!so i chatted with other friend all night and we set out in the morning at 5 am. all the way i've been cursing myself that i should at least have had some rest.till the railway station i was able to control my sleep-courtesy-my bulky luggage one should definitely not carry especially if one wants to board a train in durgapur to reach howrah. the trains peculiarly wait only for 2 straight minutes for the poor passengers to board.so in spite of my big trolley i had to run like a maniac from one door to other and board it.as soon as i got in it started moving.my friends were worried whether i boarded it or not because of the incident from the past when three of us six failed in this aspect and a big fuss was created.thanks to the almighty it didn't happen with me.i was barging through the narrow aisle and had taken many glances filled with contempt and scorn when  my bag rolled its wheels across their toes.had to say many 'i am sorry's and suddenly i was filled with a pang of fear if this was the train that should be boarding or not.
        thankfully i've seen my friend's hand waving from a distance at the corner of the coach  and i headed there.i got a seat and was seated.now,once when you have pulled a night out and the next day when you are seated and had nothing to do; only one thing  crosses your mind-SLEEP.


I managed to rest my head on my friend's handbag and close my eyes for straight 30 mins and suddenly i was awaken by the wetness of my drool.i tried again to return to my utopia but in vain. for the first time in my life i experienced what hell would be like-couldn't sleep in that cramped passenger train nor could i keep myself from it.i did drink coffee but even that didn't help.opposite to me was a Bengali couple in their fifties.for a considerable time that woman had been staring  at me.i didn't give a dime for that then but now i couldn't care more.even i stared at her seriously with my eyes half open to keep myself engaged in something but it was a tough job(i might be looking funny then because of my frown on forehead gathering my eyebrows together and sleepy red eyes).and suddenly she turned to her husband and was whispering something.i knew it was about me and  i was at the verge of picking a fight with her for irritating me so much but i let the idea drift off 'coz i wouldn't be able to make her understand my fury(i don't know bengali).

and when finally the Howrah station arrived-i was dying to sleep even in a waiting hall atleast for half an hour.but heaven had no mercy and i had to drag my stupid,bulky luggage from old station to new station and then to waiting hall which was 2 floors high.another cup of coffee and AMITAV GHOSH's GLASS PALACE kept me awake till noon and we got into the nice AC tier and had lunch.i couldn't wait more and slept finally there though at few instances i was disturbed by the kids' noises.whaever i at last managed to sleep.  and i finally understood the significance of  sleep-it can sometimes make you feel like hell and sometimes can carry you to heaven!