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The Beginning Of A New Journey!
“Coffeeee!! Teaa!!” The vendor called out as he passed the coupe.
“Thuddd!” The baby fell on its knee trying to walk across
to his mother. The mother ran to pick up the child and is busy
young lady sat across him checking her flock of hair in the mirror of her mini
from the group of young boys engrossed in a card game relayed from above.
The train had
halted at Varnasi for 15 mins. He hadn’t moved or uttered a word from the time
he got on.
covered Sanjay’s face; his eyes peered through his bi-focal spectacles and his
hair rested neatly combed sideways.
A pencil in
his hand was losing his grip, he felt drowsy as he struggled to keep his eyes
someone calling out his name in a distance. He tried to run in the direction of
the feeble voice. As he reached closer, the voice got louder, and the vision
got better. He saw a young boy struggling to stay afloat as he kept drowning in
the lake. Sanjay instantly called out “Ramesh, hang on I will get some help!”
Sanjay started crying out “Help! Help! Help!” but there was no one to hear his
cries. Sanjay didn’t know to swim and was feeling helpless now. Finally he made
a dash to the water and jumped in and tried swimming towards his friend.
Moments later he was gasping for breath and then lost conscious.
someone smacking water drops on his face. When he opened his eyes, he found
himself lying on the ground with a few people standing around him. A man
sitting next to him spoke to the crowd, “The boy is alright now, he seems to be
gaining conscious.” Sanjay spoke out in a meek voice “Where is Ramesh? Did you
save him too?” Suddenly there was a silence all around. The man who saved
Sanjay’s life finally spoke looking at the dead body of Ramesh lying on the ground
at a short distance, “Sorry we couldn’t save the other boy. He had already
drowned by the time we could save you.” Ramesh let out a loud cry “No!”
Sanjay woke up
from his sleep, crying out “No!” He was sweating profusely, with droplets of
sweat on his forehead dripping down his face. The baby which was wailing in his
mothers arm a little while earlier fell silent. Everyone around including the
group of young boys was now staring at Sanjay. The ravishing young lady who was
sitting across Sanjay, now walked across and sat next to him. Offering a bottle
of water asked “Is everything alright? Are you ok?”
realised that it was a nightmare that he had seen. It was the same nightmare
which has been haunting him for the last 12 years of his life. It was an event
that changed his life forever. From a happy go lucky bubbly chap who once
played gully cricket in the lanes of Allahabad with his bunch of friends to now
a sober and nerdy faculty at IIM Kolkata. He was hailed as one of the youngest
and brightest faculty members at his college.
The train had
now reached Sasaram, It was scheduled to reach Kolkata at 9:15 PM. It would be
another 6 hours and 35 minutes journey to get to Kolkata. The lady now sitting
next to Sanjay began to introduce herself, “Hi I’m Sangeeta Banerjee from
Kolkata. I run an event management company called Rockstar Promotions. And you
slightly overwhelmed by the outgoing attitude of this lady for he a very simple
life and was too lost in his own world. He had composed himself after gulping
down almost the entire bottle of water offered to him by Sangeeta and began to
speak “Glad to meet you. I’m Sanjay Srivastava, faculty for advance studies in
marketing and advertising at IIM Kolkata.”
Sangeeta had a
look of surprise and joy on her face when she heard Sanjay introducing himself.
She immediately said, “Don’t tell me! You are Sanjay Srivastava, the man who
wrote the book “Strategies and beyond” which had the tag line ‘a route map to
successful business ventures for young entrepreneurs.’ To which in his usual
shy and sober tone Sanjay replied, “Yes I was the one who wrote it.” To which
Sangeetha said, “Your book has been a great inspiration to many youngsters and
helped them turn entrepreneurs.”
For the next
few hours of the journey Sanjay and Sangeeta where engrossed talking to each
other about variety of topics, ranging from her business, to his life as an
writer and a professor, and a peek-a-boo into each other’s personal life as
singleton in the city of joy – Kolkata. They never realised how time went by
until the train came to a halt at Howrah station, its final destination.
Sangeeta with her luggage as they both got up to get off the train. Sangeeta gave
her visiting card to Sanjay and they exchanged their mobile numbers. With a
beautiful smile on her face and in her husky voice Sangeeta said, “May be we
should catch up for some coffee sometime, how about this weekend?” Sanjay could
feel his heart skip a beat as he accepted her invitation nodding his head and
saying, “Sounds fantastic to me, I would be glad to meet you again.”
As they parted
ways, Sanjay still stood there watching her disappear into the crowd at the
station. After many a years he felt light at heart, there was a feeling of joy
within which he seemed to have long forgotten. Whistling away with joy he began
to turn around and walk towards the exit. May be this would be the beginning of
a wonderful new journey in his life.
The End ---------------------------
bloggers I would like to tag for this contest are as below. I would like to apologise
for the short notice but I joined in late myself J
This post has been written for Tell a Tale contest posted by Divya. The idea is to complete the story after the first few lines (marked in brown in the story below) has been written by the organizer. ThanksShweta for tagging me. I have taken the liberty to name the story in line with script and thoughts. I truly enjoyed writing this piece of short story.
It was yet another Friday or billions of
earthlings. May be it was a mundane day ahead for
some and exciting for others. An exciting day ahead for the ones who were certain
of the joy to be unwrapped the next day, the weekend. Well, in my case it was
the former. Blame it on being one amongst the many who work on Saturdays.
The distance between us questions possibilities, Two souls who connect yet shall stay detached, Life running along parallel tracks that shall never meet, Yet hope says they would someday be entwined. UnInhibited feelings spoken, thoughts exchanged, Unassuming how the world would read them, Prejudices can't be fought, let free thoughts sail, It's a battle less spoken, but I know many shall be fought. Feelings expressed in words for many are view points, Sometimes misunderstood, unacceptable for few. Thoughts expressed are sometimes song of a bleeding heart, These emotions maybe shunned by many as no art. Questioned and unacceptable orphan thoughts, Wish to die accepted, but denied and stay detest. Don't let yourself be consumed by the opinions of others, Your soul deserves a sweet song, let it be one about it's zest.
The other day in midst of a long tiring journey from the airport I zoned out in thoughts, looking outside the window. What was I thinking? I was trying to fathom as to what's the single most element distinguishing mediocrity from excellence.
A lot of us have this beautiful idea in our mind to be achievers of some sort. Each individual has their own definition of excellence. All of it leading to creating a happy space in our minds. But these remain mere ideas and definitions in our head.
We have a lot of clutter occupying our minds. Some of it even includes being less appreciative of others success. Being too bothered about right and wrong of others choices. A bunch of useless thoughts which in no way are going to be helping us in our pursuit of happiness. When we are done with all the wining about the world and people in it, we get on with our mediocre life.
We seem to believe that there is solace in the cocoon of mediocrity.
"There are no easy ways, no escapes, Yet we wish s…