What a hectic day it was. Oh! Mom was calling in afternoon and I got it missed. Okay I will call her after dinner. Long working and tiring day increase your hunger at the odd timings too. Prerna murmured.
She fastens her hands, wrapped the remaining work at home, finished her dinner and now just sat on relaxing chair with her laptop. She loved to listen old Hindi romantic songs at night while reading novel. She was happy with her independence and personal space.
She remembered some missed calls, considering that she logged in to social network site. Internet is the easiest and cheapest mode of communication these days. She taught her mom also to join hangouts for free gossips….:D. She noticed that she had some friend requests. Ah! I didn’t know him, So lets decline, oh! Decline again and now Who Was He????Hmmmmmm She accepted. She saw him in her office premises.
Mother was not online so she decided to make a call to her. Today was the very second day of prerna’s birthday. She had unlimited talks to share. How she celebrated her birthday? How her friends make her to feel special? How she was looking prettier than always...?....:P and many more….
We can never understand motherhood, you are always be the most beautiful, the best person and special for your mother, these words are good enough to recharge your feelings, emotions, confidence in you and to feel happy. She wished if her parents would also be here on that day. The call was ended with the heavy heart. Feeling helpless, irritated and alone in her room she turned off everything and went to sleep.
I will be coming soon, I will stay long, we will celebrate and we will live quality time.....and I"WISH" and "WISH" and "WISH". Morning Alarm!TRINGG.Oh! I was dreaming. It was 5AM. Prerna woke up and greeted Good Morning to herself and had gone busy in her morning work. She went for jog, practiced yoga, prepared lunch and went to her work. One more day had gone busy. This new day had come with some surprises. Evening chat - received a message from"HIM". Okay let’s talk.
Something was different in him, She dint stop herself and she continued and continued talking. Next day they had spent more time. Ten days had been passed in a similar way. Now they had planned for a formal meeting. A lunch was planned. She tried her un experienced hands in cooking to prepare his favorite food at home.
She was nervous. She had lived this moment for hundred times in her dream. It was their first formal meeting. Doorbell rang; yes finally he was at her door. Oh! he was looking so handsome. She looked her prince charming in him. She was blushing and with her shaky voice, she invited him inside. I guess he was nervous too. For couple of minutes they didn’t speak, they were just exchanging smiles. After some formal conversation, she served lunch. She was little disappointed with her cooking because she had made many mistakes like sticky thick rice and more salt in Dal….:D. She felt embarrassed and looked sad. He felt her sadness and appreciated her efforts to cheer her up. He made her comfortable and for the first time they stand close holding each other hands.
Looking into her eyes, Yes "HE" proposed her and he got the qualified enthusiastic and surprising"Yes" from her too. They found their "Day of Love"and were feeling at the top of the world.They had lived every second of this day and now he had to go. Prerna had tears in her eyes, She hold him tight and never wanted him to go. He promised that he would never leave her. He would call her wherever he would be and they would be together always. The very next day he went to his hometown and then he never came back.
It’s been a year since he has gone."LIFE" has to move on! Now, Prerna got busy in her life as before; independent, enthusiastic, packet of positive energy, loving, caring, humble, kind, helping hand and most beautiful girl with sweet heart but at last she is keeping her promise alive and the wait is still on….
This post is my entry for 'My College Diary' contest held by travel blog My Yatra Diary in collaboration with Collegedunia.com' December 31, 2006. Yes, New Year eve. I, Neha and Juhi had planned to visit newly introduced Central park in a city at Cannaught Place, New Delhi to celebrate the evening. Those days’ Metro trains were used to run in yellow line only from central secretariat to Vishwavidyalaya and its usual closing time was 9 PM. As Metro was also the new attraction in the city, we boarded the train and had reached Rajiv Chowk metro station by 7 PM and headed to Central Park. Oh yes, as heard, It was beautifully decorated, full of lights, musical arrangements, street foods and with air tight security. People had come with their families. Central Park was loaded with youth, families and kids and on the other hand roads were empty and only personal vehicles were allowed to enter. We three were over excited and had chased for every single moment of celebration.
Oh! it is quarter to 8, we should move; Juhi said. With the mutual nod we had decided to stay for 15 more minutes and would leave. We were not aware of the road route that was the primary reason we had taken metro for the destination and similarly had planned to return. We captured beautiful moments, had lots of Delhi street food and were happily returned to Metro rail. Here we found that the entrance was closed. It was 8:15 by that time. We were surprised and ran to the next possible entrance, we found it closed either. Before we could understand, we saw one Policeman was standing behind us, he enquired about the possibility of us at the closed metro rail gates and then surprised us by telling the fact that on New Year eve, the metro train get closed at 7:30 PM for security reasons. Before he could explain anything else, we ran from the place without returning any favor to him for the information.
We might find any DTC bus from outer circle, Neha suggested. Our hostel closing time was also 9 PM and hence we had no options left instead to believe her and find the bus stop. We started running on the empty streets and sooner we got caught by Police at the outer circle of CP and had been stopped. We told the whole story without any comma and full stop. The adventure strengthened with Police statement that the entire route to CP for public transport had been blocked for security reasons; we had been advised to come out of the CP’s arena to find any public transport. It was now 8:30 PM. In the dark night, having no options left, we continued running on the empty streets holding, encouraging and supporting each other. We had reached Red Fort by then. In a while we found one DTC bus was coming. In the frightening night, in a hurry to reach hostel safe and on time we three had decided to appear in front of the Bus to stop it, obviously we failed and had to run aside as the bus was in speed and it went. In a lesser time 2 to 3 more bus had passed however we couldn't catch any. It was now 8:50 PM. Juhi was panicked and started crying. Finding no other way we had now decided to hire an auto to our hostel. After struggling for couple of more minutes we found an auto. The auto driver had mentioned that he was not aware of the route to Delhi University however he could drop us to the Kashmiri Gate ISBT from where we could catch a linked Bus for Kingsway camp, North campus, Delhi University. Juhi was stressed and so do I and Neha. We were not sure of hiring him but also we had no other options as the clock was running fast. At last we hired him and prayed to god for safe travel.
He took us to ISBT, Kashmiri gate. We thanked and offered him some tip but he refused to take it and said he would wait there till the time we found the right bus. We then enquired about the connecting bus to our hostel and thankfully we found one soon. In this one hour run for the first time we were relaxed and smiled. We reached hostel at around 9:15 PM. Hostel mates were curious to know about the evening. Neha was looking happy, Juhi was in shock and I was silent. I maintained the silence and went to my bed. I was reviewing past 1 hour run, the crazy run, the run for life and And then Surabhi and other hostel mates came in with noise and woke me up, it is 12 and greeted loudly “Happyyyy Newwww Yearrrrrr”. I smiled and returned “happy New Year” hug to everyone and celebration went on. It was an unforgettable and adventurous evening. People were enjoying, dancing and living the moment for new year and I guess I was celebrating for my new life.
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days I was preparing for Competitive Exams. Dates of application were announced
and this was the time when online applications were not in fashion, students
had to fill their forms offline and send it through ordinary post to the
respective addresses. This was my very first year in Delhi and I was hardly
aware of its streets. Shubhi, my hostel mate, was then a 3rd year
student at Delhi University and was well aware of the local roads. She
suggested me to visit Post office at Delhi University, a 15 minutes’ walk from
our hostel. She then guided me the route but later she said that she also had some
applications to send and hence we had decided to go together.
day as planned we went to the post office and reached here around 11AM. Post
office was filled with near about 30-40 people inclusive of its employees. I guess most of visitors were
students and university staffs. My all application forms were completed backend
and here I just had to weigh the application forms, buy the required tickets
and dispatch it through ordinary post. My work was completed and now I was
waiting for Shubhi to finish her work. In a while I heard some noise at a
distance. I turned around and saw that an old man trying to talk in a group of
people. He was looking very ordinary, old, over than his age, he was wearing off-white
(More to yellow) Kurta and a Dhoti and had a cotton towel at his shoulders. He
had a paper in his hand. I tried to understand what was going on there but
later I had lost my interest in the incident. I turned back and was now looking
for Shubhi to complete her work fast.
a helpless voice comes to my ear "Betiya mera ek kaam kar
dogi"(Daughter, will you help me?). I turned back and saw the same old man was standing in
front of me in all his dirty and smelly clothes with a paper in his hands.
Before I could speak he again pleased me to favor him. I took a breather and
asked him what help does he need? He told me that he want to send money order to
his wife at village. He was illiterate and so he was looking for any educated
person to help him in filling his form. To be honest, I didn’t know how to send
money order. I said the same thing to him. He gently said that he knew that and
he would help me in filling his form. I smiled and agreed to help him. His name
was Shiv Pujan and his wife name was Parvati. After filling the form he asked
me to wait for few more minutes till the time this money order thing get done.
I agreed to that as I was waiting for Shubhi also. After all when his work was
completed he gave blessings to me and above to that he had offered me Rs 10 for my
help. I was very surprised with his behavior. I gently said No to him and
explained that I have not done anything great for which I should be rewarded.
His eyes were filled with tears and with his shaky voice he said that all these
people whom he was talking initially were asking him Rs 50 to fill his form.
He said that this was only that he could offer but then nobody helped him.
felt very surprised with his talk and I was speechless. He again insisted me to
take his money. I refused it one more time and asked him to forget about the things
that happened. He should go and relax. He went and now Shubhi was also done
with her work. We came out from the post office where I saw this old man again,
he was waiting for us. Yes, he was a Rikshaw Puller, and now he gave me another
offer. He asked us to allow him to drop us to our hostel in exchange of no
money. Before I could speak Shubhi told him that it is hardly a 15-minute walk,
we don't need rikshaw. I looked into his face; it was dark, full of wrinkles more
than his age. I was trying to figure out what made him to offer us such a
favor, for which he could easily earn Rs 20- 25 for one ride, the money I guess which was his ultimate need. I took a moment and returned to him. I mentioned that
he didn't owe anything on me so he didn't have to do this courtesy. He blessed
me again and said this was his first experience when he was helped by any person in
exchange of nothing. He was not used to of it and so he was in fear of losing
something of him and hence he continued to help me in all his manners. I had
nothing to comment on his life experience because I knew he was not lying. I
just smiled and said that he is free from my debt and for the first time he smiled in this story.
have brought this story up because this incident showed me the dirty side of so
called "educated people". If anyone of us would have been
asked that are we educated? The answer would be undefeated "Yes".
That old man had also assumed the same thing in post office but I guess he was
wrong. He found people who knew reading and writing but certainly were not
educated. Moreover he had been asked money in return of help. I am sure people
who all were in post office that day might be students, employees, staffs of
DU, but no one helped this poor old man. So what if he is in dirty clothes,
does he not deserve a genuine help? Why we became so
selfish, so insensitive that we cannot see needy over our
comfort zone. Why do we educated people always hesitate in giving helping
hands? Why this percentage is always minimum? That old man was no matter illiterate
but he knew courtesy. He was poor but definitely a self respective person. In
our processed lifestyle aren't we loosing self-consciousness, courtesy,
responsibility towards our society? Re think.