Journey of Life.... From Thane to Nerul
.."hummmm.... hummmm.... @%#$&%$& why is it not coming??" i asked myself the same question again and again as i stood on the st stand for over half an hour waiting for the darn Panvel ST to arrive. GGGHHHHHRRRR RRRR "arey wwaah ali watta!!...... %$&*$**$%# another Bhiwandi ST!!".
Now its really a mysterious thing about STs that the one which u r waiting for will never come on time! If u decide to go to say Bhiwandi [i cant imangine why] then u will see several half empty Thane-Panvel STs standing on the ST stand with their engines roaring..
Ne ways, so i was waiting.. and waiting.. the croud was increasing by the minute.. KAADDADADRARARA SSHHHRRRRRRRSSSHHHH ( Now u r thinking
of this as sound of another STs engine.. typical bloddy engineers! theres more to the world than circuits and engines!! ) ..and the thing what we were expecting finally arrived.. hey wait.. not the ST.. but the rain!! as soon as the rain started majority of the ppl started running and cramming themselves in st tiny "BUS THAMBA" while i was still waiting .. with my hands full with an umbrella and files "...damn, he had to ask for the journals checking today only!"..
GHHRRUUIIMMMGGGGHHHHGGGHHRRRRR.... thomp..thomp.. chapak..chapak.. "heyoyeyoyoheyoy" the red coloured angle splashed with muddy water..
THE PANVEL ST finally arrived!! "arey ghus ghus" "#@%%$@ kya kar raha hai??" familiar sounds and shouts began energizing the atmosphere..
Somehow, by taking advantage of my size (those who have seen me will know what i mean) and fighting through the desperate, wet, weird smelling group of
people gathered at the door i got inside the ST.. THE EMPTY SEAT quickly caught my attention..and i ran... ran like... well like me :P and occupied "THE LAST EMPTY SEAT". For those who dont know the pleasure of acuiring the last empty seat in a ST i tell u its more like winning a BIIIIG race..
"HAAH" i said to myself. GGGHHHHRRRRRRUUUMMMGGGHHHRRRRRR the driver started the ST and we (me, driver, conductor and oh yeah.. all the
passengers in the ST) left the ST stand. Now my paining legs were feeling relieved as i sat on that tilted, ill cutioned, nail poking seat.. The usual ritual of buying a ticket from A HAND appearing out from the croud was soon performed.
zZZZZz "huh, oh the traffic jam!!" i said to myself again as the sudden breaking disturbed my sleep. oh well, i quickly resumed my sleeping session.zZzZzZ dhadak..khadak "huh? chaila khadde..." ..zZzzZ....dhadak..dhapak....zzZZzzZzZzZzZZzZzzzZzZzZzGGHHHHHRRRRSHHHHHHHH...."#%^#^%#" "abe kya hua??"
"#$@%#@ " zzZzZ "huh??" i woke up again.. the ST was again at halt, only this time there was no traffic ahead. It was soon realised that the old ST engine had given up after carrying about double the allowable load.. "$#@%^%@#^%@# sale utaro be neeche" "#^%@@#^ haan na galli kyon deta hai.. " "%^@#$#@......" well.. some more familiar sounds..
Now, i was again waiting.. about half the way.. and waiting.. after looking at a couple of moderately filled STs go by without staopping.. and some more waiting.. one finally stopped.. i again fought the battle of gettiing inside.. and won unlike the few on the ground who surrendered..
Only one thought was running through my mind "$%@#%@ will i make it in time for the checking??" bouncing.. banging.. some more bouncing and banging..
I heard the shout " EEL PEE NERUUL" and got near the door.. and i got off the bus at the LP ST stand.Now at the LP stand the sheer number of ppl waiting for the
panvel st was amazing!! and i thanked god that i wasnt one of them anymore.. well till the next morning..
Now its really a mysterious thing about STs that the one which u r waiting for will never come on time! If u decide to go to say Bhiwandi [i cant imangine why] then u will see several half empty Thane-Panvel STs standing on the ST stand with their engines roaring..
Ne ways, so i was waiting.. and waiting.. the croud was increasing by the minute.. KAADDADADRARARA SSHHHRRRRRRRSSSHHHH ( Now u r thinking
of this as sound of another STs engine.. typical bloddy engineers! theres more to the world than circuits and engines!! ) ..and the thing what we were expecting finally arrived.. hey wait.. not the ST.. but the rain!! as soon as the rain started majority of the ppl started running and cramming themselves in st tiny "BUS THAMBA" while i was still waiting .. with my hands full with an umbrella and files "...damn, he had to ask for the journals checking today only!"..
GHHRRUUIIMMMGGGGHHHHGGGHHRRRRR.... thomp..thomp.. chapak..chapak.. "heyoyeyoyoheyoy" the red coloured angle splashed with muddy water..
THE PANVEL ST finally arrived!! "arey ghus ghus" "#@%%$@ kya kar raha hai??" familiar sounds and shouts began energizing the atmosphere..
Somehow, by taking advantage of my size (those who have seen me will know what i mean) and fighting through the desperate, wet, weird smelling group of
people gathered at the door i got inside the ST.. THE EMPTY SEAT quickly caught my attention..and i ran... ran like... well like me :P and occupied "THE LAST EMPTY SEAT". For those who dont know the pleasure of acuiring the last empty seat in a ST i tell u its more like winning a BIIIIG race..
"HAAH" i said to myself. GGGHHHHRRRRRRUUUMMMGGGHHHRRRRRR the driver started the ST and we (me, driver, conductor and oh yeah.. all the
passengers in the ST) left the ST stand. Now my paining legs were feeling relieved as i sat on that tilted, ill cutioned, nail poking seat.. The usual ritual of buying a ticket from A HAND appearing out from the croud was soon performed.
zZZZZz "huh, oh the traffic jam!!" i said to myself again as the sudden breaking disturbed my sleep. oh well, i quickly resumed my sleeping session.zZzZzZ dhadak..khadak "huh? chaila khadde..." ..zZzzZ....dhadak..dhapak....zzZZzzZzZzZzZZzZzzzZzZzZzGGHHHHHRRRRSHHHHHHHH...."#%^#^%#" "abe kya hua??"
"#$@%#@ " zzZzZ "huh??" i woke up again.. the ST was again at halt, only this time there was no traffic ahead. It was soon realised that the old ST engine had given up after carrying about double the allowable load.. "$#@%^%@#^%@# sale utaro be neeche" "#^%@@#^ haan na galli kyon deta hai.. " "%^@#$#@......" well.. some more familiar sounds..
Now, i was again waiting.. about half the way.. and waiting.. after looking at a couple of moderately filled STs go by without staopping.. and some more waiting.. one finally stopped.. i again fought the battle of gettiing inside.. and won unlike the few on the ground who surrendered..
Only one thought was running through my mind "$%@#%@ will i make it in time for the checking??" bouncing.. banging.. some more bouncing and banging..
I heard the shout " EEL PEE NERUUL" and got near the door.. and i got off the bus at the LP ST stand.Now at the LP stand the sheer number of ppl waiting for the
panvel st was amazing!! and i thanked god that i wasnt one of them anymore.. well till the next morning..
posted by ManKu at
2:53 AM
3 Comments:
from the creator of the blog 'luck!!' comes another blog of equal caliber
nice work buddy
nice writing.....
btw what is the meaning of this ?? "%^&&*$%$" ....hehe
keep blogging!
%#(*&%(*^$(*#! Nice work, all of us can recognize with the sounds and the pain they bring!
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