Another story which proved "shit happens! move on"

The end of another semester! Finally the day came, after 4 months 2 days and some x hours to return home from the extremities of life at NIT DGP. I was waiting for that day eagerly and when the day came, it was no big deal for me to pack my bags and head for home. I knew how everything would turn out to be. I knew that carrying my heavy luggage wouldn't be a piece of cake, and the Black Diamond express at Durgapur Railway Station won't wait for me long enough to put my trolley inside the coach, and i won't be having good dinner nor would be having a good night sleep.And after returning home, my mother would be appalled to see me become thinner than i was during winter vacation and will start feeding me, correction.,she would literally stuff food items into my mouth till my stomach aches and wouldn't take a NO!Mothers! What else can we say?!

BUT as we know, life always has something in store for us! It always amuses us in every single way. Life's a bitch!

 My luggage was inexplicably heavy, but not more that last year's. And surprisingly, the black diamond express came late (it never was late before). And what's more amazing was that there was no rush for getting inside the coach.And all my friends got in! (the other time, three of us missed the very train). And the train had very few passengers! I must say i was thanking almighty for He made that part of our journey a bit easier!

 We  safely reached Howrah Station from where we proceeded towards the Food Plaza, the restaurant at the railway station which serves food tasting like saw dust; which we can't avoid but eat 'coz there's no other alternative. Of course the food tasted like crap; but when you are with friends, you just eat it as if its a strawberry short cake(not that i like strawberry cakes!). Now what can we say about that? Friends they are! Always there to make things easier.

   So we walked out of the restaurant, to get some cool drink to help our stomachs digest that uncooked rice. At last , i thought---
                        "hmmm.....well,this wasn't as bad as i thought. its really going good. i might even enjoy my summer vacation not feeling lonely and bored"
       Now life has no intentions to let me remain in comfort zone. So it just flashed a thought into my head. My head asked as in reciprocation-
             "hey! mom and dad didn't call. Seems like they are getting in the drift of not irking me with their frequent phone calls.Thank God, they are not freaking out! Seems like Today's the day!............
and then.....................................
shit!
Where the heck is my phone!
Did i keep it somewhere else?Did i give it to Sravani or NVM? Or maybe i kept it in my bag.
 I searched for my mobile frantically and asked people if they have seen it. And the result was negative.



Now i know the obvious reactions from my family.Mom's gonna worry even more thinking about my safety, dad's gonna say,"don't worry dear! i will get you another mobile, but just reach home safely".And my brother, he's gonna laugh about it.So, thanks a ton,dear life. You really made my day!
          Friends came to my rescue when my face looked like a burnt potato after losing my favorite mobile. Sravani and NVM suggested lodging a complaint in the Railway Police Station would at least decrease the damage that's done. I considered that, not for regaining my lost mobile, but to have a look how police station will be like in reality.(i know...i was thinking of a little adventure or may i say, an experience after having lost something.Really,nothing can be done with me :P)

                          So, this police station i told you about wasn't  a big one actually! Didn't have goddamn cells for thieves! Damn, i expected more from a police station! I couldn't stop my excitement after seeing a constable with his rifle standing at the door. I was trying to stifle my laughter. But was in vain. Oh, why was i laughing? I was actually having a big gag in my mind about the way things turned out. Just few moments back i thought its all cool and now here i was , heading into a police station! Really, this is not a game, this is LIFE.

 I am sure that the head constable who was taking complaint of another victim who lost his cell phone was amused to look at us girls, with smiles on our faces. We went inside and sat on that old wooden bench and was waiting for our turn to speak up and surveying the whole place as if its a Buckingham Palace!The Police Inspector was busy talking on phone(now this phone's age could be more than mine)looking at which i had this severe urge to just touch it and make a call from it and feel the ecstasy of using it. But i did control it and thought i should make my face look sad for they aren't gonna believe me if i was smiling enthusiastically and say "Sir! I lost my phone. lol. hahaha!!"
  Not so convincing with happy face ain't it. So i waited for the man to put the antique phone down and told my story that i must've lost my phone in Food Plaza. Now this big man gave me a big lecture on how to take care of our belongings in a railway station and blah blah blah! At last , after it felt like eternity, he handed me a piece of complaint paper or as they say FIR to fill in the details. Neither he nor was i sure of its recovery, but still, i gave my mom's contact number. That done , we came out of Police Station like some heroes who accomplished something, and my burnt potato face became a cheery mango face.
                 
                                     I wouldn't have liked it when everything was okay! There has to be something to drive you. To make you feel things. To let you acknowledge the importance of certain things. I don't say that i really enjoyed losing my mobile to someone at a railway station. All i say is,
                                  Yes! I lost my phone! But i learnt a lesson. And i understand the significance of it.
And yeah, by the way.....LIFE'S NEVER PREDICTABLE

P.S.: The rest of the journey was comfortable except for few annoying things which are common. And i gave my friends' phone numbers to my mom so she could sleep peacefully and not freak out about my journey. And man! that was a big mistake.
                             

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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!

SHIT HAPPENS-VERY TRUE

Shit happens..right??that was exactly what I learned  in my college. I have experienced bad, humiliating things…courtesy –my long term course for entrance examinations. But I think here there‘s a new phase of facing what it feels like shit!

the academic building

             During early days of my stay in durgapur this incident happened. That was a pleasant morning..(at least I felt like that in the beginning).i was the only one in our wing  to wake up so early and get cleaned up. i was amused to see my roomies still sleeping though the then time was 8am and they have class at 8.15(now I got used that fact though and even try it and..... voila IT WORKS).my class was scheduled at 9.15 so I took the trouble of waking them up. As soon as I woke them they acted like officers in military handling the code red. as their movement was like that of pollen grains in Brownian motion, I decided to go out for some time and enjoy the sun light for sun came out of its hide out for the very first time since I got admitted. I was lost in its beauty that I forgot about my roomies. Wanted to check out so I went to my room only to find out they are gone locking the room while I was still in my casuals. I quickly looked at my watch and it was quarter to nine. I was aghast.and didnt know what to do. My first instinct (proving man was an animal)was to break the lock and since I couldn’t find out any heavy or sharp object in the proximity to break, I went to the guard for some help.

.Another amazement was that she didn’t allow such kind of act. I mean that was also my room and I can’t break the lock?!well,I had just one way : go to their class and fetch the key. Now I was gonna do something I didn’t wanna do ever in my life-go to the class room in my night suit. All the way to the academic building I  was cursing the sun  to be so beautiful and my roomies to act so stupidly(hello, can’t they even remember I was still there-may be b’coz  I  was the new girl in their room).my blood was boiling and the temperature of my body raised with every step taken towards the class. There I arrived in front of the class room. I felt 'screw the prof and screw the crowd which would gawk at me'. My sole and important goal was to get the key. I said “excuse me sir, I need to talk  to  my friend”. Without waiting for his reply and permission I embarked inside and on to the steps and located her. The class was quiet as if they are watching India vs. Pakistan match’s final ball delivery which would decide its victory or otherwise. When my roomie saw me in night suit she understood and started the great hunt in her pouch for 3 odd minutes which I felt like a  century. finally she got and handed it to me which I forcibly took and said “thank you” to my brain’s prey-the professor. I comforted myself by accepting 'shit happens' and ran back.