Some Nights to Cherish

Warning: Title may be deceptive but the content is purely acceptable. It is written keeping in mind the readers digestive system.

Last day of the month and writing skills are protruding out of my mind restlessly. To give them a chance to showcase their talent I am here to synchronize with it sothat thoughts come out in an interestingly beautiful way. This month has been full of fun, amusement and surprises.

Around 3’ o clock when I reached my home after a 4 hour journey in a train from New Delhi To Budhlada, was totally tired and feeling cold as it was start of November. 6 hours back when I reached New Delhi station from noida was totally excited in visiting my home after almost 2 months on the occasion on Diwali. 4th November was the date, 9pm was the time when I reached station platform no.3 and train was scheduled to come at 9.15 pm but got delayed by 1 hour. Station was full to its capacity; many youngsters were seen in the same excited mode. 93.5Red FM is my favorite radio channel as it generally plays new bollywood songs. The same source I opted for to entertain myself besides checking out the chart (which I always do) in hopes of getting some good company, and most interestingly I always fail, sadly (seems nobody generally travels near to my place). When the train started at about 11pm I covered myself with a bed sheet (easy to carry rather than a blanket) to avoid the interaction with the light which was directly falling into my eyes, I being on the upper berth. As I was well aware with the time the train is going to take to reach the destination hence I set an alarm at 2.30 pm.

As the ringing bell sounds stroke my ear, I woke up and managed to ask the current station from one of the fellow passenger who was just lying down on the lower berth. From the station he mentioned, it was still a 1 hour journey left, according to my calculations and experience. After half an hour, again phone vibrated and this time it was PAA not the alarm, he asked me which compartment I was in as the train was about to reach the station. WTF were the three words, I murmured spontaneously. That bl**dy son of a great mom, gave me the wrong information half an hour ago. But without wasting a single moment I gathered myself with my floaters (from top of the roof fan) along with the spectacles box (lying beside me) and hurriedly got down from the berth. As the train stopped, I had 2 minutes more before the train could leave. Hence I make the same fellow wake up asking where he wanted to go. He replied in terms of a station name. OMG, I broke out in a big laughter as the station, he mentioned had already passed. I told him about the mishap but at the same time consoled him suggesting boarding another train for opposite direction from the next station which was scheduled within 2 hours. He thanked me and wished me for Diwali. I felt sorry for him (poor fellow). I hurriedly got down from the train as the train whistled. The journey was a bit disappointed as I could not feel the cold breeze passing through my ears which I used to feel every time by standing at the door of a running train.

After celebrating Diwali and spending two days at my home I came to my working place Noida. The same monotonous life started again. Everyday going to office, first thing to do on the desktop is to open mobile facebook, opening up lotus notes, looking out for some interesting mails, yawning in the everyday morning meeting without giving a damn to what they say, looking out for some interesting things to learn, to do some official work also, preparing the list of reimbursements for the current week, chilling out with colleagues. It has become the usual practice in the office. Everything is going great as far as the company is concerned but quality of work is the matter of worries. Hence sometimes it does bother me. One day, amidst the busy (so called) working environment, suddenly all in the office premises received a mail from our HR representative, stating that seeing the company growth we need to put some extra efforts so from now onwards all the Saturdays would be working but the official timing will be 9.30am to 5pm. This news reached me when I was gracing the occasion of my friend’s marriage in Chandigarh. It was 22nd of November, I went to the marriage, it was kind of reunion for our batch. We all met almost after 2 years and enjoyed like anything. I received 5 calls from my close friends in the company. All the abusive language we could use, we did and cursed the company for its forced annoying culture. But that feeling could not survive in front of the happiness we all shared in the marriage night. The news had been a topic of discussion for few days until the Saturday came which would have been off otherwise. I left the office at 5’o clock. What a feeling it was? I reached my home even before sunset that too in winters. To celebrate it, I cooked pasta and had it with a movie which made this moment everlasting.


It was 4am of 30th Nov when I got into my bed. I was fully tired and needed a sound sleep. I woke up at 8.45am in the morning and got ready within half an hour and reached office 1 minute late from the scheduled time. It was my fourth late punch in 15 days while the company policy allows only for 3 that too in 1 month. I am worried about the 15 days left, this time I have to plead to my boss to get it approved. And all the credit goes to my evil mind. A few hours ago, around 10pm in the 20th Nov night, we three roomies planned to celebrate the birthday of one of our flatmate, vikas Arora. As we all were tired from the hectic schedule of the office so we requested him to cut the cake at 10pm only instead of 12 in the mid night. But as anyone would have resisted, he too denied the whole idea. So, to agree with birthday boy willingness, we spent time in giving him bumps, beating him with floaters etc. To add to enjoyment we spilled over cold water on him in the freezing cold night. Almost 2 hours early, birthday celebrations started in short which cost the b’day boy the most in terms of the number of bumps we gave to make his @$$ red hot. Moreover to tease him, we started licking the cake with our fingers even before it was cut. All these things made him annoyed. We all were trying to easy the environment but his resistance was inevitable.

Finally I incepted an idea of celebrating his birthday at INDIA GATE which could make him happy again. All three of us asked him to go to the place with us. He smiled and agreed. In mind we were happy that the idea worked, after all we did not want to spoil the mood of B’day boy but at the same time it was a big stupidity to ride a bike on open roads in the freezing night. But as they say, where there is a will there is a way. Without wasting a single moment, we all got dressed up and started for the place at around 11.40pm. Wide newly developed Delhi roads (thanks to CWG) that too without much traffic were smoother than ever to feel. 10 minutes past the midnight we entered into India Gate which was closed for us officially but the security allowed us seeing the cake in our hands and they off course did not want to become the part of our cursing. Four friends, just a few steps way from the monument, a cake with a candle lighted on top of it, a bottle of Sprite, packets of Chips and Bingo; celebrated the Birthday with the cake cutting ceremony followed by the crushing cake on to the victim’s face. His handkerchief offered the service of cleaning his face but was not enough. Photo session was the last thing we did before taking the leave from the place. B’day is always uncompleted without a party so to feed our already filled tummies we headed towards COMESUM (24 Hours open). It was already 1’0 clock. With high spirits we reached there and the view was completely refreshing. Almost full to its capacity the restro was a pleasure to enter. We shared some lighter moments there besides eating and eating and more eating. None of us was in the mood of satisfaction. After the cumbersome food, we were on our way to home. It was 4am of 30th Nov when I got into my bed. Rest as they is history.

People say that some days leave impeccable impact on mind, but why they forget nights. Some nights have always been my favorites. Now I have some more to cherish

Regards

PARUL GOYAL