Sitting in my home, feeling sleepy because I missed 6 hours of precious sleep as waken up earlier by mom (@10.30 am instead of 4.30pm in the hostel!!), I started writing this blog after mom hijacked the TV to watch some helpless, crying women on TV whom she considers to be her family (well I can’t blame her as I consider the likes of Dean, Michael,Barney, Ted, Robin etc. as my family!). BTW, my face is covered in some experimental face pack shown on AASTHA channel, I suppose. It contains potatoes, cucumber, papaya and other weird smelling wild stuffs. Tomorrow my hair will join my face being the subject of experiment!!! The food is great though and Papa had brought chocolate, chocolate pastries and soft drinks for me. Still haven’t gone out of my home in nearly 48 hours because most of my friends here will join me in June onwards so it’s getting a bit boring as most of my time is being spent watching cricket or seeing the Katrinas and Deepikas shaking their booties on music channels (because the movies they show on the movie channels have already been downloaded and seen in the hostel!). Still loving my mom’s care and food and the luxury of ordering anything I want and getting it without moving my ass.
The freedom of hostel is gone though with the rules & regulations of home have been imposed. I had to convince so much to watch the late night world cup and Fool’s Gold. But the thing I miss the most is the free net, free downloading, tweeting, facebook-ing and chatting.
Moving back to 1st May
I once again missed my Alleppy Express by oversleeping (why do they schedule trains at 0530 Hrs??) so I boarded Tapaswini 3 hrs later to reach Ranchi in time. Nikhil had got the ticket, when I checked I found I was reserved as
BITANSHU DAS Female 20 C1/62
I don’t know whether it was an unconscious mistake or my Nikhil had become despo enough to travel with a girl!! Well I was thinking of buying a pair of orange!!
Next hour was passed checking and rating girls at the station with Ashesh. I was already missing Twitter. There were so many things to tweet about like “Checking that girl in white Lee Tee-best I have ever seen if we remove her teeth!!”, ”some guys are dinking coke mixed with water!! And faking it as beer!!lol!!”, “Oh! Look at those foreign chicks, the last one’s HOOOTTTTTT!!”, “Oh! F***! I am F20!!”, “There’s a books called 20years and still virgin. I want to buy it but cant read it at home!! ?”
But the reservation mistake soon was found to a wonderful one as the highest rated girl(she was rated 8.3 by me and 5.6 to 6.8 by Ashesh) had the seat no. C1/63!!
So here’s the tip guys: next time reserve yourself as Female in a train!!
The TT didn’t make an issue out of the reservation and all my efforts in thinking excuses were wasted. However there wasn’t a dull moment in the journey with the lappy, high ratio of fairer sex ratio and the storm around.
P.S. Sorry friends for such a horrible post!! It was written just for making an entry though every incident mentioned is true! Shit! I have already started missing hostel life!
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The “lonely” train journey in a general compartment
The above title might give you the idea that it might be one from ISS but believe me it’s far far away from anything like that (and that’s my regret!).The 26th Jan’s holiday meant that we could have a four day vacation by bunking a single day. So I planned to visit Kolkata and enjoy its natural “resources” (Rourkela is certainly deprived of it). One of my friends promised to accompany me but just few mins before he backed off. But I being a very “determined” person decided to continue with my journey.
Getting reservation was out of question so I boarded in the general class (the best thing about general class is that you save a lot of money but still can charge your parents saying that you boarded the sleeper class) which was far more crowded than I had expected. There was hardly any space to keep your feet. Noticing a Bengali crowd sitting, I tried my way in by talking in my native language. A “kind” guy provided some space for my butts between his legs and I sat down without thinking about his sexual orientation (and thank God, he was straight).
There was a band there too going to play in IITKGP spring fest. I also met an IITKGP student in the same compartment (can you believe that the guy had come to NITRkl for the ceramic engg. seminar!!). In the meantime a drunken man was entertaining everyone around with his philosophies but finding it quite similar to lectures of our dear professors, I quietly took out a novel to read. Seeing this a young guy sitting right opposite started reading a book. I later figured out that it was a biology book after I saw some “familiar” diagrams (how lame is that to read a bio book first of all and the magnitude of lameness increases when you do so in a journey). The journey continued. Each stoppage meant a little more comfort and space for my butts. But the Tata junction had someone “special” to offer. He seemed a normal guy with a Chinese handset but the handset was some sort of torture weapon. It contained bhakti songs, folk songs and songs which I had never heard before played at full volume. My each grey cell seemed to burst under the intense pressure exerted by the speakers of the devilish device (though the incident increased my faith on the battery backup and speaker power of Chinese handsets!!).
The passenger count decreased remarkably at Kharagpur and I too finished my novel amidst all the mental torture. I now decided to watch videos on my mobile (all those perverts, stop thinking dirty, they were just video songs). But soon I found a dozen of eyeballs leaning over my shoulders to get a glimpse as if I were a girl with a deep neckline top!! So I shifted to audio songs. Nothing interesting happened further and I reached Howrah safely with the 45000 bucks package I was carrying.
I was tired and sleep deprived but as soon as I got down, my eyeballs started scanning everywhere to load my memory with beautiful “items” ,saving them for later uses. I knew all the tiredness of the journey from the “resources” deprived city of Rourkela to The City of Joy(i now can feel what "joy" means) was worth it!
Getting reservation was out of question so I boarded in the general class (the best thing about general class is that you save a lot of money but still can charge your parents saying that you boarded the sleeper class) which was far more crowded than I had expected. There was hardly any space to keep your feet. Noticing a Bengali crowd sitting, I tried my way in by talking in my native language. A “kind” guy provided some space for my butts between his legs and I sat down without thinking about his sexual orientation (and thank God, he was straight).
There was a band there too going to play in IITKGP spring fest. I also met an IITKGP student in the same compartment (can you believe that the guy had come to NITRkl for the ceramic engg. seminar!!). In the meantime a drunken man was entertaining everyone around with his philosophies but finding it quite similar to lectures of our dear professors, I quietly took out a novel to read. Seeing this a young guy sitting right opposite started reading a book. I later figured out that it was a biology book after I saw some “familiar” diagrams (how lame is that to read a bio book first of all and the magnitude of lameness increases when you do so in a journey). The journey continued. Each stoppage meant a little more comfort and space for my butts. But the Tata junction had someone “special” to offer. He seemed a normal guy with a Chinese handset but the handset was some sort of torture weapon. It contained bhakti songs, folk songs and songs which I had never heard before played at full volume. My each grey cell seemed to burst under the intense pressure exerted by the speakers of the devilish device (though the incident increased my faith on the battery backup and speaker power of Chinese handsets!!).
The passenger count decreased remarkably at Kharagpur and I too finished my novel amidst all the mental torture. I now decided to watch videos on my mobile (all those perverts, stop thinking dirty, they were just video songs). But soon I found a dozen of eyeballs leaning over my shoulders to get a glimpse as if I were a girl with a deep neckline top!! So I shifted to audio songs. Nothing interesting happened further and I reached Howrah safely with the 45000 bucks package I was carrying.
I was tired and sleep deprived but as soon as I got down, my eyeballs started scanning everywhere to load my memory with beautiful “items” ,saving them for later uses. I knew all the tiredness of the journey from the “resources” deprived city of Rourkela to The City of Joy(i now can feel what "joy" means) was worth it!
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