Hey guys.. Wassup?
Well, by now I’ve completed Class 12th and looking towards a future where I’ll get a good job and later my girlfriend as my life partner. When I proposed her (after class 10th) I told her, that we’ll be marrying 7 years from now. The totally calculated future in life. As per our plan, 2years for 11th and 12th, 3 years for graduation, 2 years for MBA, and then Job later in a year marriage. Kiddish.. Totally.. Maybe that’s love..
After 12th I filled up the form for Bachelor’s in Commerce (B.Com) in Allahabad University. Besides that I enrolled myself in Cost Accountancy (ICWA). In May 2006, I met Anil Kumar Singh, he has been a year senior to me since school days. Her mother was my Mom’s colleague in SRN Hospital. Though mom warned me indirectly to not be influenced by Anil (since she knew the kind of attitude his family has), I was driven away by my thoughts to become a big personality. I had to marry her and for that I have to be something Big. I pleaded mom to let me go, and told my girlfriend that I’m going to Delhi for a bright future, a future where we’ll be living a good life...
I left Allahabad by Prayagraj Express that had a schedule departure at 9.30pm on 29th May 2006. Mom came to the station, she was in tears and worried about me a lot. That night I felt, that my presence did matters to my family, and I’ve been thinking they don’t worry about me. I held back my tears and set to the new journey.. On the last meeting to my girlfriend, she said, ”Ashu, Door jaakar badal to nai jaoge na??” I said, “No, Never” but the destiny is always uncertain about what it’ll bring forth in life.
My first day in Delhi, I do had a cellphone but no sim card in order to make a call. I borrowed Anil bhaiya’s phone to call mom in the morning. Mama came to station to pick me up. With him I went to his place in Ladoo Sarai, Opposite Mehrauli. It was a boring stay there since he went for his work after we reached hi place. In the evening he lended me his ID card to buy a sim-card for myself. But it was late and I could not make a call to my girlfriend to inform her about my well being in Delhi. So no call on the very first day I stepped in Delhi.
The next day I asked Mama to tell me the bus by which I can go to Sagarpur where Anil bhai used to stay. In the afternoon I boarded the bus and in around 2 hours I was at the Sagarpur stand. I waited at the bus stop for around an hour or two. They came and we went towards his place which was at the walking distance from the bus stand. In the evening, Anil showed me the places I needed to know like, Dhaba (to have food), Bus Stand, Medical store etc. Had dinner in one of the Dhabas, where I first time came across tandoori roti served inspite of tawa roti and sabzi with a gravy like salt water with pepper. I missed the home cooked food but I missed her the most.. Missed her a lot but today also it was late to call her.
Third day, I had to leave early at 8am to south campus in order to buy ICR Forms to apply in University of Delhi. I was instructed by Anil bhai to board a bus named Outer Mudrika from the sagarpur stand and get down at Moti bagh bus stop near South Campus of University of Delhi. I reached there in an hour and asked people the way ahead to the south campus office where I could get the ICR forms. Walked around a kilometre then found the Place where I bought the form. While walking my way back from the south campus towards the bus stand of Moti bagh I noticed a PCO, the time was good to call, around 1pm. I went up the PCO and made a call to my girlfriend. I was dying to hear her voice. She was too angry over me for not have called her since last 2 days, I had too little money for a long call so I told her that I’m good and gave her my number which got activated that morning itself. I put the receiver back after 2 or 3 minutes and boarded the bus to return back with a heavy heart. She said, “Jaate he badal gaye na Ashu!” She didn’t knew the reason and that day was the beginning for the series of misunderstandings between us. The distance has started playing its game on our relationship....
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