The Journey worth taken

“Pooo….dhak…dhak…dhak…”

Came the train,

That we were supposed to travel in.

The stoppage time was just five minutes.

So we rushed in,

Like swarms of bees.

Tears of sadness

Swirled in our eyes,

To dapart from our lovely parents

And to leave the land of paradise.

The air inside

Was so hot and suffocating.

Every inch of our body

Were drenched by our own perspiration,

And we stinked out of it.

The rumours about robberies

Were a nagging concern

For the four innocent people.

This left us with no choice

Than to keep our bags

Still on our back,

No matter whether we are sitting or sleeping.

It was pretty heavy though.

We never took our eyes

Off our luggage.

Then came the people,

To sell their goods

And food of all kinds.

They were shouting,

“Chaii…coffee…coffee…chaii…”

This sound would fade away

In the distant compartments.

Could vividly remember this,

Though have heard many.

It was night then.

Everyone around moved

 To their respective sleeper beds.

Lights were switched off,

But we were fully awake in the dark.

My eyes had quite a dispute

With the brain.

But how hard it tried in response,

It kept on falling down time and again.

Eventually, my eyes won

And flat was I on the sleeper bed.

But with the bag still on my back

And my handbag

Clutched tightly between my fingers.

Because I didn’t want to take a chance.

I could hear the tickling sound

Of the second hand of my watch.

But the time seemed

Never to be moving.

Startled was I and wondered

When dawn would arise.

Two of my friends,

Were sharing one sleeper bed.

Because we kept our luggage on one.

At around midnight,

I offered my bed

To one of my friend s.

From then on,

I never slept.

Chanting my silent prayers,

Preoccupied with the thought;

What if our luggage were lost..?

What if we were robbed..?

What if we were attacked..?

Because then,

All our necessary documents

Would be lost.

Just then, four men appeared

And were passing by

Our sleeper bed.

No sooner did they reach

Our compartment than

My friend who was

 Into deep sleep,

Woke all of a sudden

And shouted, “Oyeee!”

This annoyed them

And they shouted back,

“Hey, Tumhara dhimak kharab hoghaya!”

Fearing that this men were

Going to do something mischievious

Let my friend protest in her half conscious mind.

This woke all other fellows

In ours and nearby compartments,

Who managed to mumble a few angry words.

Blissful were we

To witness the day break.

We kept on inquiring

The people around about

The station of our current halt,

And the station

That we are supposed to get out.

Eventually, our endless journey

Was wiped away by time.

But we were done with

Just half of our journey,

When we got out at Howrah train station.

Many a labourers were after us

Offering us the service.

We hardly paid any heed.

But that was inevitable.

That’s when our necessity

Became their opportunity.

We were led to the waiting room

In a state that we were almost gasping,

In the hot suffocating atmosphere.

Helpless were we.

We splashed a handful of water

On our rough and dreary faces.

 But even the water

Was no better than

The geyser heated water.

Our despearteness for cool water

Back in our country,

Was at its peak at that instant.

Then went we,

To find something to fill

Our empty and grawling stomach.

Nothing matched the taste

That we were desiring for.

But circumstances left us with no choice

Than to force anything,

Down ur esophagus

To stop our head from spinning.

It was almost time

For us to get on the next train.

So we moved on

Carrying and dragging our belongings

With all our might.

The necessity of a  bath

Was compensated by our own sweat bath.

Uncertain were we

Of the steps we were taking,

With all the eyes

Gazing unflinchingly and focused

On the four innocent strangers.

Tried talking to a few

But all in vain.

We were like

Aliens landed on the earth.

A train was approaching

Found it to be the East Coast Express.

In haste, we were looking for coach number S/2.

Lucky were we to be in.

But what a blunder thing we did

Was we got into a.c. class,

Not sleeper class coach S/2.

A chill crept through my spines.

But managed to stammer,

“I…Is….Is there a way to the sleeper class…straight from here?”

The response was positive.

So I told my friends to follow me.

None did when I happened to look back,

After crossing an a.c. compartment.

Lost and dump-founded was I.

Rushed back to the place

Where they were before.

Could find no one.

Tears of misery,

Crawled down my cheek.

Soothing and pleasing was it to my ears

To have heard that the train will

Put its engine to live only after 15 minutes.

So I got out,

Ran with dashing speed

To the sleeper class.

I reached there

With a ripened plum cheek.

I found them there.

Each face marked by sternness

 Was lightened to a grin.

Again we started another,

Yet never ending journey.

I prayed so that

Everything turns out to be good.

I was awake a while before dawn.

Was keeping a track of

The train stations,

Referring to the list given by the travel agent.

I just ticked the ones

That we have passed

And waited for the ones

Yet to come

Until it was our turn

To get out

At the Tadepalligudem train station.

We were being told

That somebody would be waiting for us.

Expectantly and eagerly did we wait there.

Hoping someone would turn out.

But only for our hopes of fire

To be extinguished abruptly.

A man appeared suddenly,

Holding a paper

Embedded with bold letters

Of our university name.

All of us rushed

Towards the man

With unprecedented happiness.

Safely were we

Reached to our hostel.

The three of us were allotted a room.

It looked so gloomy.

With nothing around

Than the main academic block,

The administrative block,

Two hostels for girls and one for boys,

And a few staff quarters,

The college campus is dominated

By orchards and forest around.

Some of our seniors said,

“ The town is 15 kilometers away from here

And you will have to go there for everything you need.”

That added to our melancholy.

We went to the town,

Did all the necessary shopping.

The atmosphere and the noise out there

Had a hypnotic effects.

We did all we could

To make our room

A better place to live in.

It was the first night

At our hostel.

I noticed a few drops of secretions

Treading its way down 

Their innocent cheeks.

I too felt the turmoil

Churning within myself.

Felt like crying my heart out.

But thinking that

This would add to our agony,

I let the urge to subside before it emerged.

I pretended to be

Consoling my helpless friends.

I told them not to be depressed,

Because our human mind

 Is incredibly adaptable,

And soon we would find

Ourselves liking the place as never before.

Everything we got in the mess

Tasted so different and gross.

Our taste buds were not in a state

Ready to accept the change.

Every food would be spicy.

Not mistaken that India got its name,

‘The Home of Spices.’

I deeply sympathize with one of my friend

Who had to sacrifice curry every time

Since she was an ulcer patient.

All this have led to a self- realization

That whatever hardships

We encounter in life,

Are somehow meant to make us brighter and braver.

Because the bitter in our lives

Are meant to make us better.

And the need to sow

The seed of hard work,

So that we reap

The fruit of success.

And, here we unite,

In our thoughts

To be optimistic

And put our utmost efforts

With the undying aim.

“TO EXCEL IN OUR STUDIES.”