The Journey to Home and Back
Its always nostalgic going home and then coming back. Most of the time is spent in sleeping ,at least for me. But then the fight for the Jeeps and other means of transport at Faizabad reminds me of the great days in Sultanpur.
During my entire college stay in Sultanpur, I did not spend more than 2 months, in the college, at stretch.
Reason:- I was home most of the time, sick of mess food ,the bus going to Faizabad right in front of the college and it was damn cheap(50-60 bucks to home ,when the 10km rates from BTM to MG road in bangalore are the same via auto).And yes I have taken those Bangalore autowallahs many a time ,just for the sake of going to MG road for no reason and Forum (being the Bangalore temple where one meets all the devis and devtas of Bangalore).
Anyways, the fight to home last weekend was one of these. Waited for 2-3 hrs at the bus stand and then took the bus to Faizabad. But this time there was no waiting in Faizabad. The old rickety Mahindra green jeeps have now been replaced by the Marshall and Sumo. The road to Tanda has improved for better and hence no more painful bumps through the 1 hr ordeal sitting on the backseats.
But the most memorable of the journey was after the Fresher's night in KNIT, which co-incidentally was exactly on 20th October,2001 (8years back..hmm). Some dates just keep repeating like this one in my memory.
After 12 days of interaction (inhuman tortures of 3rd button), it was just painful to stay there for a moment. After the party, we just slept for 2-3 hrs and the entire 100 students in hostel had left in the middle of darkness at around 4 AM. We caught some newspaper waali gaadi and then i took another jeep that took me to Faizabad in an hour and half. I was able to get the next vehicle on time as well and reached the safety of my house.
From then on, whenever I take the jeeps I am just reminded of the eventful morning when I had to run away from the college. None of the journeys after that created as much anxiety as this one. None of the days in the college were as eventful as those 12 days. We did lots of pranks, made lots of friends and what not in those 12 days than the remaining college days that I can think of. There was no padhai in those days .Only fear, anxiety, fun, rumours and stories packed into one.
It was surely the turning point of my life!!
During my entire college stay in Sultanpur, I did not spend more than 2 months, in the college, at stretch.
Reason:- I was home most of the time, sick of mess food ,the bus going to Faizabad right in front of the college and it was damn cheap(50-60 bucks to home ,when the 10km rates from BTM to MG road in bangalore are the same via auto).And yes I have taken those Bangalore autowallahs many a time ,just for the sake of going to MG road for no reason and Forum (being the Bangalore temple where one meets all the devis and devtas of Bangalore).
Anyways, the fight to home last weekend was one of these. Waited for 2-3 hrs at the bus stand and then took the bus to Faizabad. But this time there was no waiting in Faizabad. The old rickety Mahindra green jeeps have now been replaced by the Marshall and Sumo. The road to Tanda has improved for better and hence no more painful bumps through the 1 hr ordeal sitting on the backseats.
But the most memorable of the journey was after the Fresher's night in KNIT, which co-incidentally was exactly on 20th October,2001 (8years back..hmm). Some dates just keep repeating like this one in my memory.
After 12 days of interaction (inhuman tortures of 3rd button), it was just painful to stay there for a moment. After the party, we just slept for 2-3 hrs and the entire 100 students in hostel had left in the middle of darkness at around 4 AM. We caught some newspaper waali gaadi and then i took another jeep that took me to Faizabad in an hour and half. I was able to get the next vehicle on time as well and reached the safety of my house.
From then on, whenever I take the jeeps I am just reminded of the eventful morning when I had to run away from the college. None of the journeys after that created as much anxiety as this one. None of the days in the college were as eventful as those 12 days. We did lots of pranks, made lots of friends and what not in those 12 days than the remaining college days that I can think of. There was no padhai in those days .Only fear, anxiety, fun, rumours and stories packed into one.
It was surely the turning point of my life!!
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