It must be their day.. Was it really ours.. ??

Every Diwali has always had something interesting for me. Neither did this one disappoint me.

Going home during Diwali in train in an unreserved compartment is a hell of a task. Thanks to the idea of catching Intercity from Perambur, I got a seat. Though not a window seat, I am happy that I got me a seat at least. There were as many people as the compartment could hold with no space even to move.

When the train was about to start, came those two guys aged around 20, rushing. They kinda stood near me. They looked restless ever since they came there, as if some1 poked their asses with a needle.

Train started. They kept calling friends asking for a guy. They were expecting some1. At times they started conversing in some foreign language, definitely not Telugu for I ve seen a lot of Telugu movies. (சீக்ரட்டாமா ..)

Some half an hour passed by.. 2 things happened – 1 unexpected and 1 obvious.

Unexpected: People in the compartment started flocking around an unwelcomed guest with something common in their hands – tickets. (i ve never seen a TTR in an unreserved compartment in Intercity)

Obvious: Those two guys, like I expected, were missing.

10 mins later, one crossed me but the other guy was missing..

 5 more mins. Oops..! Nature’s call.. I was heading towards the restroom and there he was.. the 2^nd guy was coming out of one of them.

Oh yeah! Atleast I was correct. It was the TTR whom they were expecting and the poor TTR missed his Diwali bonus.

The rest of the journey, they travelled with some sort of fear n caution. They sighed with relief only after getting down at Salem station.

Lucky chaps... 

It must be their day...!!

5 hours back..

10.15AM - CEG – Kotturpuram gate...

“I don’t think we can catch west coast. Its getting late. I cancelled my tomo’s ticket to go earlier. Lets hurry pls.. ”, I told P.Karthick (a.k.a P.K).

“We ll give it a try, if not , Intercity is there”, Chandru to me.

With the late comer Jai joining us, the four of us ran to Madhya Kailash MRTS station bought tickets to our respective cities. P.K n me both being from Salem were given a single ticket. It was 10.55 when we reached Central and west coast was bloody full as expected. The unreserved compartments’ doors looked like squeezed toothpaste tube’s nozzles with people's back squeezing out of the doors. People were hanging to doors n windows with hardly a space to breathe even. We dropped our West Coast plan at this very sight. Pragathesh joined us there.

Now what.. Intercity was our next hope. We planned to get into reserved compartments early and stand/sit near some door so that we wont be bothered by the rest of the crowd. Plan looked perfect.

We had 3 more hours to while away. Meanwhile a guy came to us saying that some1 stole his purse n he had no money to go home. We gave him some cash to buy ticket. At that time we never knew of the disaster that was ahead of us.

Train was arriving. We got ready to race to catch the seats and P.K ran through his pockets to check if he had everything. To his awe, our ticket was missing..  Neither did I have. Damn...!

We had no time to buy another ticket n TTR would definitely ask for ticket in reserved compartments. (Its Diwali time..) we had to act .

What now? PLAN-B. My experience in Intercity unreserved compartments told others that TTR wont come to unreserved compartments.. that too in such a huge crowd.. (Bingo... Presence of mind...!) . So we sort of split up. Myself, P.K n Jai went to unreserved compartment. Chandru n Pragathesh to reserved. We lost Jai amidst the crowd. We found some place to stand in a full packed compartment.

All set, train started.

Meanwhile we confirmed with other guys in other compartment whether TTR asked for their tickets. N occasionally planned for an explanation about the loss of ticket if caught. In order to avoid suspicion in the compartment we made our conversations in Kannada..

Everything went fine until 3 P.M.

A boy came rushing past us, opened his bag n took something, exactly resembling that cursed thing which we lost earlier that day. And to our horror, TTR was standing there checking tickets.. (FUCK...) Only then we realised that our compartment was directly connected to the last reserved compartment.

The next moment either of us was in a restroom each, for we had no cash enough to pay any fine.

And the next fifteen minutes were the most horrible minutes I ever experienced. I called Jai, P.K. Nobody could be reached.

 Msg’d.. No replies..WHAT THE FUCK...I was having a blessed day.. !!

I froze when some1 tapped the door, but dint open. Atlast P.K attended my call told that TTR went and asked me to come out, and it was that idiot who tapped my door... Crap again..

The rate of my heartbeat never came down until we reached Salem..

And now the question is..

Was it really our day????

At home.. I charged my mobile which got switched off n turned it on..

Rain of msgs from Jai n P.K started flooding my inbox.

Where are you? Looks like TTR went.

Sender:Jai Sent: 3:05:01 PM”

“TTR crossed your compartment.

Sender:Jai Sent: 3:07:23 PM”

“He went away. You may come out now.

Sender:P.K Sent: 3:12:23 PM”

“Come out.

Sender:P.K Sent: 3:13:41 PM”

Damn my mobile..

The SEVEN RUPEE GUY..

In life,we have come across a lot of strangers n of course we will meet a lot of them in future..
Very few among that million leave an impact in us,with their lookz.. actions... whatever..
And we will not be able to stop thinking about them at least for 2 days bcoz of that impact they left in us..

I came across one such guy this saturday and I feel its worth writing about him here..
I'd like to call him the "SEVEN RUPEE GUY".. (Alas.. i dont know his name...) You will get to know in a while as to why i call him so...

Well.. Myself n Nirmal (my buddy.. for those who dont know him) were walking on the sidewalks of Chennai Central in search of a good hotel for our dinner.. We were damn hungry n he had a train to catch @ Egmore after dinner.. We were kinda desperate coz there was not even a single hotel on the side we were walking..

Then came a guy walking towards us. I thought he was just any other stranger.Never cared to pay any importance to him.Suddenly he stopped near us n started saying something. He was definitely talking to us only bcoz we were the only people walking on that pavement at that time..

He wanted us to listen to him n we were quite in a hurry.. We reluctantly said ok n he started.. asked if we knew hindi,english coz he dint know tamil.
"English", we replied n he continued..
He said he is from Bihar n doing EEE in a college in Chennai (well i know which one.. lol). And that he drained all his money drinking.. To make us believe he asked us check his pockets n stuff.. Too strange a behavior for a stranger to ask another stranger to checks his pockets.. I was perplexed.. Wanted to see what he actually is doing and what he wanted of us..

He also assured us that he is no kidnapper.. lol.. (Well what is he going to do kidnapping me and him?? naanga andha alavukku ellam worth illingo...). He wasn't drunk either.. He was very clear in what he was speaking had no sign of a drunkard at that time...


Then he finally answered a few of the questions which were lingering in my mind ever since he stopped at us.. He said wat all he wanted from was "seven rupees".. not a paise more.. not a paise less.. (god knows as to why he wanted exactly 7) He dint compel us. We could go if we dint have any change..

We ran through our pockets n purses n gave him 8 rupees.. His reply was the most astonishing.
He asked us why we gave 8 rupees when he asked just for 7 rupees, as if he was some strict "Mr.Red Tape" and we were trying to bribe him.! We had no time to reply. I said, have a "bubble gum" n started leaving..He wanted our mobile no so dat he wud recharge our balance for this favor.. We dint reply..

And thats where our very short meet with the "seven rupee guy" ended.. Bt still I do wonder why he wanted seven rupees and seven rupees only...

Well,all I can do is convince myself saying this,
There are some mysteries on earth which have no explanations n which even when explained lead us nowhere..

Wish I get to meet him again in my life before i forget his face... lol...

The Fever is on....!!!

It came into existence 2 years back n was a grand success straight away... n then had to be in exile for a year n now its back to its homeland again.. in a more supercilious way....Yes...The star-studded IPL is back n it kick started in a very majestic fashion... with stars from n outside bollywood performing n adding charm to the grandeur of the opening ceremony...

When it comes to IPL,one forgets what patriotism is.... You pick your team n enjoy n laud the fall of another Indian star who naturally would ve become a hero in any international match... Such is the nature of IPL.. But still its one month full of enjoyment n fun.. One gets to see all his favorite stars in action at a time.. And on top of all,its a feast for all those who love balls(strictly cricket.. lol) thrashed in all direction for boundaries.. Its going to be a heavy shower of runs..


Its a good pastime for all, mainly for students like me who don't have any work for the evening (though they have a lot).. lol.. :-) :P

So wat r u waitin for? Choose ur side n start cheering... After all IPL happens once a year only...

It all begins here...!!

Hi folks...
After giving it a lot of thought,i was able to finally convince myself to publish "what-is-going-to-be-my-first-post" ..
Of course,this isn't my first blog.. I have a little experience in blogging but gosh... was too lazy to update my blog..

But now guys...
I am starting my second innings.. better,fresher and more enthusiastic...
And all i wanted to tell u thro this post is just this...
"It all begins here..."

Catch up with u all with my next post very soon...!!! Stay tuned...

Adieu for now...