Bag check, Books check, Papers check. All set for my journey.
As the morning rays light my room & wake me up, I remember to get some papers signed. I jump out of the bed and get going. As I get dressed up, I could find my bike keys nowhere and mom’s busy getting my breakfast ready. I gave up on finding it just when my mom came to me asking to have breakfast before leaving and handed the keys to me, saviour of the day. I just checked my watch and it’s already 8’O Clock. God might have known how I managed to get on my bike at 8:02 am.
I get down the bike; there it is, my college, welcoming me with all its greenery. I enter to check if the faculty is available but all I can find are empty desks and the faculty timetables on it.
Damn! Now I have to wait for 3 hours to meet them and I have a train to catch up on.
I walk into the SAC (Student Activity Centre) to finish off some other works assigned to me. Being the coordinator of the college fest, I have to manage many things. There are lots of responsibilities to be handled and with the college fest fast approaching; there are hell lots of works pending. Meeting juniors, assigning works to them, planning their activities, meeting in-charges, finalising events, attending selections and the list goes on…
I somehow manage to complete just a couple of works and after a patient wait, get the required signatures from the faculty. After a brief search for an alternative head, I find one. Finally, I check my watch and OMG!
It’s already 1’o’clock in the afternoon! This leaves me with 3 hours to catch the train!
Clock’s ticking fast.
With the works done, I now had to rush back to home to pack my luggage.
Signatures- Checked; Keys- Checked; Time- Noted.
I rushed to the parking lot and God! I cursed myself for parking my bike at the other end. As time flew it seemed my bike’s in another world. I ran towards it and set off to home.
Time doesn’t want to be on my side, always. Just after parking my vehicle in the cellar, I couldn’t find my house keys. Now again, the curser in me woke up to curse me. One time,
Rahul, as always, drops me at the station on time and speeds off.
To my astonishment, I get to know that the train is running an hour late.
One more hour I need to find something to pass it.
As I played ‘One Step Closer’ on my phone, I started travelling one step closer into my thoughts.
Thoughts on how my life was before getting into engineering and how it turned during the course of time. It all started with a sapling of ‘reaching the highest point in life’ in my heart. And that sapling transformed into a humongous tree of hope and determination. But that life isn’t interesting without loved ones in it. To make it look true, my friends and family always did their best. They’ve believed me in every aspect of life, the decisions I take and the path I choose. They suggest me advises but never force me to do them. Now, with the hope I lodged in my heart, I set a journey onto a different dimension, Armed Forces. Yes, I am going to give a test to enter the most respectable fields, Indian Army. With every thought, I was getting ‘one step closer’ to my dreams.
Just when I was lost in my thoughts, the announcement of my train arrival brought me back to this world. With everyone rushing out of the train and into the train simultaneously, I take my time and wait patiently and then get on.
Ah! The window seat. I specifically love this seat for it gives us an opportunity to witness the wonders of nature from behind those bars.
Life in a train is beautiful, should we consciously observe it. Many a time, in public places, we shut ourselves out. But, if we consciously try to observe all the things happening around, it is a wonderful experience.
There are many individuals here, on this train. Few, a happy couple heading to their hometowns. Few, busiest people on earth as they categorise themselves. Few, sad. Few, workers heading back to homes to their families. And here I am, on my journey to test my luck on entering the defence services. To write the CDS exam.
As the journey progressed, everyone around me started conversations about everything. All I witnessed there is the happiness everyone shared. There’s a couple with an infant travelling to attend a function. That smile of little baby won everyone’s hearts around. All of a sudden, he became a superstar of our compartment. On the other hand, there was a family leaving to attend an obituary of their loved ones. They were sad, but the atmosphere helped them to cope up.
There were few book addicts and soon later we became close as we shared the same addiction.
Though I started this journey alone, it now has many to accompany me to my destination and the best part is it taught me the biggest lesson: “No matter what comes ahead, give it a smile and Move on”
The same did the family attending obituary and the couple heading to a function.