Mouthpiece

Sept12

I didn’t go to college as i along with 40 students of our class were leaving for Delhi to attend the Pulse. (Life is sooooooo cool. I love my college.)

I saw this movie called A Wednesday at 10:30 at night. What a movie. 4/5 for sure. The thrills and twists were superlative. And jusxtaposed over the Mumbai bomb blast scenario, it all looked so real. Real, but far.

Sept13

It was raining since morning. But, obviously, the downpour couldn’t drown the feeling of excitement in me. This seed of excitement was sown as early as in first year, from the time our seniors went to the Pulse tour. They had confidently claimed that the coming 10 days were going to be the best 10 days of our college days.

We all board Sachkhand Express at 1:40 pm. We play a lot of dumb charades, antakshari, rapid-fire, 20 questions – you know, the stuff. What a time it was. The whole bogey was ours. Then -

A friend told me there was some problem in delhi, she was not sure which kind. And suddenly, our batch teacher gathers all of us around his berth and announces something utterly ridiculous “We’re getting off at the next train station because there’s been a series of bomb blasts in Delhi and the college managements wants us back. ASAP.” Cowards. Bloody idiots.

So we get off in this unknown town called Khandwa in Madhya Pradesh at 10:30pm. Someone arranged for a bus which was to arrive at one in the night. I simply couldn’t bear seeing Sachkhand Express speeding off towards Delhi in front of us.

Sept14

We have an uncomfortable 8 hr journey back to Aurangabad(45 people had to fit in 20 seats). I felt defeated but angry. For the first time the bombs that went off in some metropolitan seemed so near. I could absolutely relate to A Wednesday.

But we couldn’t resign to our fates so easily, could we? We were tired but bent upon realising our dream of attending “the best days of college” Pulse. It was hard to convince people to shed their cowardice and re-book tickets to Delhi and move on with our plans. It was hard, and as it turned out, our plan of a rebellion against the college management flopped.

7:30 pm : 9 of us got together and decided to do something. We had to. We decided to go to Lonavala, a hill station near Mumbai to lift our Delhi hangover.

9pm : We’re off ! But in the car we decide to go to Matheran near Mumbai.

Sept15

After a night’s drive, we reach Matheran. It is the tiniest hill station in the world and the the cleanest one in India. It is also the only Padestrian-only hill station in Asia. And it was heaven. Situated on a single hill in Western Ghats, it’s covered with clouds and offers breathtaking vies of deep valleyd below. There’re no vehicles allowed, and that enhances its mistique. Trust me, that place made my senses go numb with its beauty and aura.

Sept16

We spend the day in the hotel only as it was raining all day. We played in the swimming pool(the clouds were touching the pool water and it was raining too). We had a DJ party at night(blew my head off).

Sept17

Morning we leave for Mumbai(had to drop a friend there). We roam around the city and leave at 12 in the night.

Sept18

Reach Aurangabad and at 10am sleep ALL day. I watched the 10:30 pm show of 1920 at PVR. 3.5/4. It scares in bits an pieces.It’s a rare good horror movie.

Sept19(today)

Attended college and booked tickets for home for Diwali vacations starting 18th October.

phewwwwwwwwww