CAPITAL
CITY TO HARYANA…
From 12th June 2012, I’m one of
those huge number or travelers who set afoot each day from capital city to
Gurgaon. It is good to hire a mini coach unless and until you are in the city
with one of the popular options of tourism. Rama Krishna Puram, Sector 2 houses
have got time schedules. Water for the day, 5 am is the time. I've learned a
thing that I’ve to change my wake up time.
5 am for water, followed by occupying that single toilet which was
actually shared by 7 people. 6 am at R K Puram bus station with Wi Fi
connectivity, TV and coffee cafe remained a dream. DTC 611 - 8th stop and I
never missed my counts all through initial days. From AIIMS metro station, at
times with the book I read or simply staring at any one whom never bothered,
till I reach the last station of yellow line. Subsequent to the one hour long
journey in metro, by some means, I have to find or make space for my part in
that sharing auto which covered 10kms at cost of Rs.10 with almost 14 people
from Gurgaon metro station to my destination place, so that I’m in office at
sharp 8:00 am.
Now its secure
full time one year in the city of chills and rapes, I've been ruminating what
brought me here? What I've become in one year or what I learned? Long journeys
are not enough sometimes to understand insight. A promise that I kept to a friend, the dream of meeting that special
someone or to free myself from the familial bonds and its demands? What
dragged me here? Fate? Destiny? - A
Horse. I’m just kidding. So it is the sentence in bold J.
Things never remain same for a long. If you are sheltered well just 500 mtrs
away from your working place, the chances of struggling for bus, for metro
trains and autos are rare. That one
person who took a little space in my heart will remain always. I never had a
close look on this 80 year old mistress. She always had a Chunni over her head and cane in her hand while on foot. People
nearby used to reduce their ego in front of her and she becomes the devotee.
Devotee of Karuna. I always lacked in
courage for looking straight into her eyes, even though I was certain about her
looking at me quite a few times.
Like every other day, she was sitting on her Charpai. 7:50 am at the empty lane, 30
meters away, I looked at her and I sensed a divine presence next to her. That
unflinching courage made me look in to her eyes. I wanted to wish her, go next
to her, and lay a hand on her feet. All I could do was smile soft and her’s
beamed like sun. She called me close to her and I could feel her right hand
over my head. When my phone alarmed, I travel back down the road and realize it
was just an early morn dream of my last day in the city. Walking down the
street I expect a feel of dream come true. I am going back to my place and that
last walk through the street is everything. Courage is unrelenting and my
search for her. I could only find the cane kept next to the wall beside her Charpai which was left alone. I kept on
walking and did not look back because I was feeling blessed. J
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