A trip to Mumbai ……

Think of a moment.

Create that moment.

Live that moment.

 “ There will always be something or someone there to fill your every moment.” These are the words from a tiny voice whispering at me one breezy evening of August.

A tour of independence to one of a well-known city in India, the progressive Mumbai  which is known for its scenic nature and beautiful people, has always been a dream of mine. That dream has come true on the 12th of August, 2013. Full of excitement and determination, I get ready for an adventure and at the same time for an interview in Tata Institute of Social Sciences (TISS), Mumbai Campus. It has been a long happy trip with a bunch of self confidence in my pocket, a bag of positive thoughts inside, with much desire of picking up wonderful moments from personal encounters in the platform and little coincidences from station to station, leaving all the worries and reservations behind. Discouragement and doubts have no room in my trip for I armed myself with a strength of mind and a jolly heart, enough to appreciate life-giving moments.

Waiting Moment.1

Packed with courage, my waiting moment at the platform has been disturbed by blowing of horns. After 30 minutes I was inside the train, searching for my berth, sleeper class , 57, seat 7 in Dehradoon express (name of the train). Only few passengers where on board.  My berth was vacant and looks inviting, as if it has been waiting for me.

The journey moment  has began. 2

            I was comfortably sitting at my berth, enjoying the magnificent view outside when the train has stopped at the platform for an hour. Going to a place where you are a stranger is quite risky and the best way to deal with it is enjoy and savor every little experience.

            After another hour it has stopped again. It’s quite an upsetting moment.  Who wanted to wait when something exciting to come after few hrs? The wait was over and we again continued our journey until the hands of the clock reminded us of dinner. I had taken my dinner and slept after an hour.

The next day, early morning, I got up to freshen up and had my breakfast. 3I treated myself with a bread pakora, partnered with tea at Kota Junction, a beautiful city, well-known for its standard education due to the presence of numerous and effective coaching centers. People call this beautiful city as education hub. Everything found in this place amazes me, even the presence of people of different faces exchanging nod and smiles as they walked by.

After half an hour, the train has again started its journey. Another journey, another experience, another moment to be reminisced. Progress has been reflected in the action of local people, who are daily travelers, and who, by that time were all busy, chasing after time towards their offices and business. In the midst of a busy world, I felt relaxed  while listening music in my mobile in full volume. I act like spectator of different life scenarios. Scenes that fully describe the reality of the world. People were chatting while I was watching from afar.

It was about 2:30 when we reached Ratlam Junction. Time for lunch. 4I didn’t notice I was starving hard until the smell of my favorite Aaloo puri and rice reached up my nose. I wasn’t surprised when I consumed it all. I got full tummy but didn’t mind at all.  I treated myself for a short nap after that yummy lunch. By 6:30 pm, I was in Godhra Junction platform. I was in the Modi’s state in Gujarat.

            Again, the same scenario of people going to and fro from their offices to their respective homes flaunted before my eyes. It was rush hour for them. I’ve seen faces. Different faces from everyone I encountered. Some got a worried face while others were relaxed, some were sad, others were glad, the rest were blank, hiding their life stories by wearing a happy aura as their mask. I watched the assorted color of life while others snubbed.

It was 8:30 pm when I had my dinner. Maybe out of fatigue on the trip, I easily fall into sleep. I got up when the clock struck at 10:30 pm. By that time, I was in Surat railway station.

            At sudden moment, I saw a couple, came over and searched for their seats which  happened to be opposite with mine. They look friendly, proved by our exchanging nods. They set their luggage and started to have their dinner. They invited me, hmm well, I was hesitant at first of course but the food seemed to be so inviting. Shortly after, I joined them for dinner. I cannot name that food, but the taste was so delectable and just by the smell of it is hard to refuse.  I realized then I love foods for I was able to appreciate taste regardless of its name. As dinner went on, we had conversation at the same time. We introduced ourselves then after that short formal introduction, the man (uncle) asked me,

“What’s your purpose of going to Mumbai?”

I replied, “Actually, I have an Interview at the Institute for a technical position.”

The lady whom I call “auntie” gave an impressive smile that adds my confidence.  After we talked the whole night  at 4 am i was on the borivali station .

Uncle asked me , “so where will you gonna stay?

I replied , “ i’ll search for  a place to stay for  while.”

Upon knowing it, they offered their place.  If it’s about  4-5 hours, I was thinking to refuse, but being practical in a tough situation is the best solution.  I accepted their offer and had their number as well so I could easily contact them.5

                After that acquaintance, they headed to their home while I walked towards the platform and searched for the waiting room. Too much exhausted of that long yet worthwhile trip, I rest and took a nap. I got fully awake by 6:30am and took my bath there. I care for myself with tea and a light breakfast (vada, idli and sambhar) in the nearest restaurant at the platform. It was still morning and my interview schedule was by afternoon.  I had a short walk at the platform with familiar scenarios like people chatting, exchanging nods and smiles, and all other common scene like people resting or waiting for their respective train as it come and go loading and unloading passengers.   I was astonished by trains, well after all, it was Mumbai, famous for local trains.

                Boredom is not my cup of tea. Thinking of things to do, I decided to call on the couple I met at the train. Once it was done, I went right away to the couple’s place by following the given address. I had a feeling of relief and when after 10 minutes, I reached their place. It was a beautiful house, opps no, it was a flat but well-decorated flat.  Auntie  came to me and greeted me a welcoming smile. For the second time, they invited me to eat, breakfast that time, a gujrati breakfast.  Over  that appetizing meal, we talked about visiting the place. They promised me to tour around  Mumbai. We went to a National Park, known as Shivali for it was nearer to their home.  After an hour, I bought 3 tickets for us and we entered that fantastic man made jungle.  Assorted animals were there, as we seen generally in the zoo. That short tour has freshen me up.  After treating ourselves from that beautiful and natural beauty, we had our lunch again.

                By 2pm, I left the place. I thanked the couple for their hospitality and said goodbye for I have to catch the interview. I must be there before 4pm. I went straight to the Institute and got almost late since I reached at the Institute by 4:20pm. I asked  the guard for the venue of that  written test . Luckily, a teacher was there and told me the exact location and advised me to double my time.

                I took the test, solving every details of it and done for 45 minutes.  I left the institute for a short tour of the place to utilize my time, but I didn’t know if it was bad luck or something, I was being sandwiched in a heavy traffic. It took me 3 hours to reach the station for home.  My train was suspected to be about 12 midnight.  At last, I could get back home. As a present for my loved ones, I had purchased some souvenir stuff. After an hour or two, I had my dinner in a restaurant. I made sure not to miss my train schedule so I went back at the platform to wait for the train earlier.

                While waiting for the train to take me back at my home place, I couldn’t help myself reminiscing every simple yet meaningful moment during my trip. From those different faces I met along the way, I mirrored my own self to any of those real – life scenarios. I started to think of the things I’ve done and the things that are ought to be done to attain my desire of a good future.  I cherished every moment life is giving me. I took pleasure in thinking that as I step down of the train in every station, I bring along with me the promise of hope from every journey.

 `               At 2:15 am, my thoughts was interrupted by the incoming train. It was my train. I hopped in, took my seat, set the luggage and managed myself for a long night sleep. The next morning I was awakened by the familiar breeze as the gentle wind of Ghaziabad welcomes my arrival. My home place at last! I had been into an interesting trip, where real life scenarios flashed before my thoughts, giving an unforgettable moment of wondrous experiences. I had been into places, but there’s no place like home J. As I embarked the train, I bring along with me hopes and desires to live life moment by moment. Yes. There will always be something  or someone to fill my every moment.  I would never stop journeying, because Life is a journey itself.  A journey to my heart’s desire. A moment of the heart.



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Sachin Ghalot from INDIA There is always a way to show your interest in front of the people . This is my way to show my interest in front of you . So , i hope u'll enjoy this blog . “You stay safe, You love. You survive. You laugh and cry and struggle and sometimes you fail and sometimes you succeed. You Push.” ― Carrie Ryan, The Dead-Tossed Waves Take care. Be blessed
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One Response to A trip to Mumbai ……

  1. Supporter says:

    yeah wish some day………..ur country is lovely

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