Exploring new destiny

This time emotions was different. It had been a long time since I touch the land where I actually belong but thanks to destiny, I was able to touch the land where I actually belong. Welcome to the place of kings, Welcome to the Land of Lucknow. It was past 12 and I need to catch a crowded train for my new place and a new destiny. My mind went back to the past and I realize something is missing. Then I realise Iam alone and I love my loneliness.

My first priority in the train is to get a window seat so that I can enjoy the outside scenery. This time I was lucky to get a window seat. My mind went back to the past and I can recall my memories when I used to go with my parents. Still remembers how my mother used to cook food for all of us and used to serve me first. I was missing those moments. Land was same, the air was blowing I can relax inside but land was not meeting the sky. It was like Romeo and Juliet doesn't meet each other and both are waiting for the world to end.

It was late night when I reached Lucknow. Therefore, I decided to take a hotel. I can smell the beauty of wine, it seems I become a drunker but later I realized that this is not the right time to drink. Sometime IPL can make your mood and when it comes to shewag batting you don’t want to miss it. Sixes after sixes and I was enjoying his batting.

I wake early in the morning to explore the new city or rather I will say a dream city for Uttar Pradesh people. It was good to see children going to school and I was again in the past when I used to go to school with my dad. I was smiling alone. I found other changes also like construction of new bridges, schools and cleaner roads. I was surprised to see the opening of new liquors shops in and around the city. I was thinking might be this place will beat one day Bangalore in drinking habits.

Sun was its peak and it was my time to take lunch. I went to Hazartganj (Famous place in Lucknow). This place is famous for its Non veg food. This place is somehow resembles Connaught place of New Delhi. This place is famous for its showrooms, which includes both garments and others branded one also. List is long and endless. I was hungry and I ordered a non veg dish. I cannot describe its taste. Speechless I was in that situation. It was something that I have never eaten from long time and I was loving it.

Afternoon turned into evening and evening into night and it was my time to say goodbye to Lucknow and time to sleep with taste of wine in my mind. Phir Milenge I said to myself. 

Masala dosa, Rain and emotions

Don’t cry maddy  we will going to miss you said Ashwin Sree Kumar Nair.

That was the last conversation, which ended in tears. I will going to miss ASB and my classmate but soon they will become nostalgia for me and maybe for most for us also. My soul will going to remain in ASB Corridor only.

With tears in my eyes, I bored down at Bangalore station. It was raining heavily on that day 19^th April 2011.It seems rain was also crying with me and saying last goodbye to me. With around five bags and one guitar with me, it was difficult for me to carry. Then suddenly I saw men he was short, black in color and he came to me and ask that he can carry my luggage and he will going to charge me around 100 bucks for 4 bags. Good deal done I said to myself. I was behind him and it seems to me that he was running but I cannot beat him in the chase.

The best thing about the south Indian railway platform is that platforms are well maintained and well cleaned and the same thing applies to Bangalore platform. The day was very different from other days because Iam leaving this place forever as a student. My mind went to past time and I start thinking about my past when I entered ASB with different emotions that day also I cried because I left home forever and this day I also cried because I left ASB forever and ever. Then suddenly my silence was broken by Coolie and he asked me will you like to eat something. I can bring for you. I was hungry and I told him ok bring me a dosa I will adjust in 100 rupees. Iam hopeful that this dosa will be good in taste as compare to ASB Dosa .Oops Iam again back in past.

After 10 minutes, he bought me a dosa and within a one or two minute, I finished my dosa.I was just standing beside him and thinking about my new life and new challenges which I need to face from now onwards. Then I saw coolie want to ask something from me.

He was a typical Indian coolie. Beard, thin and little bit muscular also. He asked me about what I have done. I told him Iam an MBA. While talking to him I can see the eagerness and excitement in his eyes. This is the same type of eagerness, which a small child felt when he opens his eyes first time in his life. I can feel that excitement and eagerness in his voice. He was full of confidence. Then I do not know what happen to me I asked about his life.

He starts telling me about his life. He was born in a poor family and was a Muslim by religion and he is having a wife and one son. He knows four languages of south India and Hindi also and when he says that I do not drink and do not smoke, I can feel that he is a true Muslim. Then he asks me about how much you have paid for your MBA. Strange question but I need to answer. He told me that he wants his son to get a government job and some better work also. He told me he was around 50 now and because of age, he is having a problem in the eyes. I sympathize with him but cannot help him. Then my phone rang Vikas called me one of my best friends. He asked me do you need something to eat. I told him to bring me one dose. Then again, he started telling his story and his struggle with life. I felt bad. I can see the pain in his eyes and tears, which want to roll from his eyes. I try to control my emotions also.

15 minutes later Vikas came with Masala dosa. I was hungry but I remind myself that I have already eaten a dosa some half an hour back. Then I do not know what happen to me maybe it is some inertia or emotions, which force me, and I have given my Masala dosa to coolie.

What I really felt at that time is difficult to define. I become emotional for a poor person and may be more than that and not able to control myself. He said thanks to me and I can see the happiness in his eyes and in the end, I also felt happy and overwhelmed and this is how my story ended with Masala dosa. 

In the end I said thanks to rain and Bangalore.