So, here lies the answer of how we finally got home.
A little precap;
Last time you checked we had landed on the Vadodara station. Our tiring journey from Delhi to Vadodara had finally come to an end.
(^To know more details you can read this- What the hell is she talking about?)
But the movie had not ended.
Our destination was Surat, not Vadodara.
We had this general ticket. And even though it takes just about two hours to reach Baroda by train, the prospect of getting into the heavily crowded bogie with our heavy luggage was giving us goose flesh.
But quite bravely, first we did try to sit in a general bogie.
However, the bogie we considered as general was not really general. It was reserved for army and people related to army.
So, when we tried to get in, we were, in simple words, thrown out.
Three individuals who looked hopelessly tired and worn out in every freaking possible way and all these “army” people had got to say was- “Get out off our bogie!”
What kind of army were they if they couldn’t help out a fellow civilian!
Shame on them!
But god was smiling on us from above.
A much more comfortable journey was waiting for us.
And I am glad that we didn’t get into that bogie. Those army people can go fuck themselves ( I have never said this before but I think I will mention it once hoping that it would be enough for all my previous and upcoming posts- “Pardon my language. I swear a little when I write but I can’t help it. )
So, the train we had almost boarded departed. But there was another train that was about to depart soon. What we did was -we sort of bribed the TT, requested him to give us seats if they were available. (We here mostly consists of my brother and sister, I was just a silent spectator the whole time)
As it turned out, the seats were indeed available. And we got to travel the ending two hours of our journey breathing the cool conditioned air.
Of course, we had to pay for that but okay we were happy.
Money CAN buy happiness. Don’t let anyone tell you different.
So, this was how the battle ended and a new era had begun in my life. New era is not an exaggeration or just something that I used as a comic literary tool. No, I meant it.
The train journeys will never be the same again.
The Patna City will be never be the same again.
My sister’s life (and mine and my whole family’s life as well) will never be the same again.
It is indeed the dawn of a new era.
And adding cherries on the top is this year…
This year; Oh! It has been a mother of changes! And not just this year, my whole college life (so far) has been dynamic in a way I had never imagined it to be. Of course, I had dreamed of a huge, humungous group of cool kids that I would hang out with. A trip every weekend or every month. Party every night. Amazing hostel life. Countless love affairs. (Oh! why not confess it?) And even with all that I would somehow, be a good student with a future (as bright as sun) as a good engineer.
None of that shit happened.
None of that shit is going to happen.
What happened instead was something I could have never seen coming.
People changed, Circumstances changed, Thoughts changed, Dreams changed, Beliefs changed.
And I never got to be cool.
I never got to be smart.
I never got to be a hero. (I never wanted to anyway)
I never got to be a bitch. (I badly wanted to be a bitch. Being bad is so cool!)
I never got to be what I wanted to be.
But what I got to be is someone whom I had never imagined before;
Who would have thought?
Ask the 5 year old me about how I see my life fifteen years later and you will know the difference.
And that five year old me is sitting right next to me asking- Who are you?
They are not kidding when they say that college is all about discovering yourself. Three years and I already do not recognize myself.
I have finally discovered it.
I have been too busy screaming sitting on the roller-coaster rides to realize that what I have wanted all along is something quite different from what I wanted myself to want. Who would have thought?
And that is why a new era has begun.
An era wherein I am not somebody’s daughter, not somebody’s sister, not somebody’s student, not somebody’s friend, not somebody’s “utopian vision” but me.
I hear some of my friends telling me their amazing tales of their awesome happening college life. Until now I was envious as I had found mine quite boring and dull and undesired. But not anymore. My life is not stagnant. It’s always changing.
It’s ALWAYS changing.
I have wasted too much of time not realizing that.
So, here comes a new sun. A sun filled with hope, with new dreams and a new life.
And a new era dawns in my life.
If you have been traveling pretty much the same path as mine then I suggest that you stop now and look back. I hope you will see the things that I have seen.
I hope you see the five year old you standing there barely recognizing you.
Talk to him. Listen to him and you will know the difference.
Anyhow, I was finally in Surat I guess. And the Patna chronicles, hereby, ends.
Of course, there should a special edition covering my sister’s wedding out pretty soon. But I can’t say. I don’t usually get to know the stuff I am going to write about until I am writing it. And when occasionally I do, I don’t write it at all.
So, would I really be writing the tale of my sister’s wedding?
We will find out later.
Anyway, back at the topic of my return journey.
The term battle is undoubtedly a little exaggerated for that but traveling such long distances in India is indeed a very painful task.
And it might not be a battle but it is close enough. Therefore, when we finally reached home I did find my inner peace.
Of course, it got lost again pretty soon.
But it was good to be back home.
It is good to be back home.
Though it is a completely different story that now I am pushed into another battle ground but I think that’s just life and the point is -this story has come to an end.
The conclusion being; my vacation has been quite memorable. How about yours?