Jagriti Yatra – Bombay Ist Leg

I hate Bombay.
So less is my rational that I don’t know why I hate it. I think it emerges because I live in Delhi.

Paritosh and I got down at Bandra station. I could not believe when I saw only hundreds of people, instead of millions. “People must be partying because of we are visiting the city“. We were almost expecting banners ‘Bombay Municipal Corporation Aapka Hardik Swagat karti Hai’. No, we didn’t find any. We like subtle love.

It wasn’t very long when the dream was shattered as soon we reached outside the station. Loads of people, here, there, every where! It reminds you of your country’s burgeoning population. Why everybody has to come to Bombay? These stupids, cant they work in their cities happily. Don’t they have families back there? Oh I remember, they don’t have big cities in their states. Their leaders don’t believe in making cities. The story of ‘Stupids and the Leaders’.

But I wanted to get out of this place as fast as possible. The constant look at them gives me guilty feeling. We in Delhi don’t even look at them. I hate Bombay.

Paritosh has his elder brother living in Bombay. He came with on a car and on a phone. He took us on a car and on a phone. Paritosh meanwhile convinced me to come with him to brother’s place. “We would come out from their in an hour.”

Bhaiyya wanted Paritosh to be with him for dinner and, the night. The fun with Paritosh and his married brother surfaced in front of my eyes. I was ecstatic. Next moment I was on ‘Andheri’ road looking for rickshaws.

I have lots of very close friends in Bombay. They asked me to take a
ric and reach Carter Road. “Its pretty close.”

I inquired a driver if he would go to Carter road on meter. He smiled, “We only go on meters, but take a left and the station is ‘bajoo me’. Go by train it will be much fast. “ I was irritated. I don’t like people smiling on me. What big deal if you go on meter? And then you are confusing me to go by train. In our Delhi we have enterprising auto wallahs. They are focused, don’t know the alternate ways and will make sure you go with them. I pity Bombay.

I took a ric for carter road. We drove and drove. We almost reached Goa. That was pretty close.

A couple of hours here and there in Bombay and we were back on the regular work of booze and laughter. Now such an ass I have become I don’t like these parties. So what happened then, trust me I don’t remember, but must have had the same usual ingredients. All I remember is that they were complaining about their jobs. I smile
secretly when they crib about jobs. Main panchhi unmukt gagan ka!

I reached IIT Bombay around 11 AM. Did I tell you I hate IIT Bombay? Oh no, it is actually a love hate relationship. But I should not venture there because it can be separate story altogether, and lots of emotional clashing.

Paritosh was missing. He didn’t come in the night to our friends places as promised by him (to them). I did not enter the premises where everyone was standing. I was shy. Or to be true I was shy because I did not brush in the morning, nor did I take a bath and neither was I shaved. “My shirt looked as if it was taken out from a
Matka” I was conscious of first impression. Paritosh was my shield.

I dry-cleaned myself when Paritosh came and was relieved. “I had my counseling for JEE here”, Paritosh said with beaming smile. As if it was due to him I was getting to use the restroom. I know he loves IIT Bombay. Actually he loved his gf in IIT Bombay. Love retarded soul. I feel for him.

We started looking for our groups as we were told. Paritosh went around and found his group. Luck eludes me everywhere. There is something in Bombay’s air.

I was told that group F is sitting in the bus. A Kamaal Khan look alike was standing in front of the bus no. 3. He looked puzzled. I got close to him, he tossed a question with a paper in his hand, “Yeh Avijit Sharma Kaun hai, kuch pata hai kya?”. You should be in demand, but only for right reasons. I stared him, looked down and then again into his face. I was gauging his emotions before I say anything.
“Hi Prabal, I am Avijit”. He looked down, then up and then smiled. You touch somebody, even before he comes to know, when you call him by name. He put a hand on my shoulder and said “kahan tha YAR tu”?

He took me to the bus and introduced me to everyone. I came to know later that nobody had introduced themselves, and I got the first chance. As they later told me, Anup asked Amar “Yeh kahan se aaya” and Amar replied “Lucky Draw”. For the first time since I came to Bombay, luck and I got associated together.

The evening then went on with interactions. I came to know we had a sardar in our group, Satvinder and I knew the trip was already made. This sardar who I would describe in greater detail in coming posts is a master craftsman when it comes to talking to people.

There are two things of that evening which I distinctly remember because of emotional surge.

We danced on Jagriti Song.

I get emotional on seeing happiness around. The jagriti yatra song was taught and we were dancing on it for the first time. I liked emotions flowing everywhere. You can gauge someone’s emotions through dance. I kept dancing while glancing here and there seeing people in full command and involvement. I felt elated. I was smiling and dancing, knowing that I can’t dance well.

Somewhere in between I turned to Paritosh. I felt quickest emotional change. The dude had camera in his hand and smile on his face. He was making my video with his own commentary in the back. And soon his muted laughter turned on with vocals. There was a call made to everyone of our friends about the Avijit MMS. I didn’t know who to
hate: Bombay, IIT Bombay or Pari.

But you know I don’t lose. I got avenged later when I made a video on him too. Unfortunately his was a more decent one.

The train entered the platform.

I have had the fortune of organizing several fests in my college. Things never go as planned. Somehow since starting I had the internal feeling that it would be a difficult to manage affair.

We saw the train coming on the platform. The atmosphere was euphoric. Photographs getting clicked. People managing their way into the station. Some HIs and Hellos getting exchanged. Id cards getting distributed. Calls for group to sit together. Organizers rushing here and there. Some folks describing the train on phone to their parents, friends. Even more buses coming in. Parents and outsiders amazed to see youth energy.

There was a small glitch with some yatris without seat. They were running here and there. We were all helping them to get accommodated. Everyone wanted to help to make it unadulterated success for the organizers. They deserved it.

Soon we were all told to get on the train. Close to 450 people with different cultures, education, expectations then started on a journey which each one would definitely look back to draw inspiration, direction and reason for one’s life.

Swapnil in the morning had declared that it they might be moist eyed when the train would roll out of the station. I did not see him as they were busy. But they had all the reasons.

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