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The Irony of Destiny...( Part 2)
Please read part 1 to enjoy this part...
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How I longed to go on a trip like this. The longing to escape from those chains of remorse being tied to a job that I never really enjoyed. I was getting suffocated by following a routine, as that was not my cup of tea. It felt like someone had cut off the oxygen supply to all parts of my body. I had to break free. I needed to breathe. The universe had heard my silent cry. The universe had cast it's magic spell upon me and here I was on this wonderful journey passing through nature's picturesque serenity to find my lost soul. Every moment was being cherished and a small smirk escaped my tightly sealed lips.
All my thoughts disappeared when I turned to my left and sat gazing at Lora. I caught myself smiling at the thought that Lora might just be related to North Korea's leader Kim Jong-un for she kept breathing fire the entire journey. Now with her by my side, I felt different. I had never travelled with a companion before, leave alone travelling with a beautiful girl. I was enjoying every bit of this ride.
Pune is known for it's schools and colleges. We passed many while driving through. There were many students walking along the footpath with their bags on their shoulders and a few of them with books in hand. A few boys and girls were standing under a tree having a good laugh while a few boys were showing off their biking skills. This sight brought back memories of my school days. Eating in class, playing until the teacher arrived, having two report cards, waiting to run out and play during the breaks, carrying book covers in the back pocket, using a single notebook for all subjects, frequent visits to the principal's office etc.. my batch would always be remembered as a notorious batch. I recalled one such event that no one would ever forget.
'It was during a PT (Physical Training) period that my close friends and I stood watching the girls play baseball from our classroom. My best friend, who was well over a 100 kilos, was holding onto the door while another friend and I stood behind him. We stood there gaping. All of a sudden, the girl who was batting swung her bat so hard that the ball came flying towards us. The way my friend who held the door jerked, my friend and I lost balance and went crashing onto the benches. We lifted ourselves onto our feet while swearing only to find one half of the door in my friend's hand. Just then a teacher happened to pass by and we all were soon on our way to the Principal's office. We returned rubbing our bottoms vigorously and laughing at each other. We were also made to replace the door. From then on, we were blacklisted examples for future batches. I almost burst out laughing in the bus and had to pinch myself to avoid any embarrassment. It is rightly said that some memories would last a lifetime.
The bus came to a sudden halt on the Pune - Mumbai corridor. All the passengers had a puzzled look on their faces and so did Lora. On enquiry we were told that Mumbai had had a heavy downpour the previous night and a fallen tree had caused the traffic jam. There would not be a happier man than me in such a scenario for I knew it would be a while before we got on the road again. Lady luck was smiling on me - I got to spend some extra time with Lora. It got a bit humid in the bus and I excused myself to stretch, get some fresh air and cool off. I walked to where the tree had fallen and found a few men trying to push the tree aside to make way for cars and bikes to pass. I quickly sprung into action and began helping them. On seeing me, a few stunt men who were shooting closeby also came forward to help. In no time, with all our might, we got the tree to a side and the small vehicles started moving. Everyone thanked us for our heroism and some bikers even honked as a sign of respect. ...
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How I longed to go on a trip like this. The longing to escape from those chains of remorse being tied to a job that I never really enjoyed. I was getting suffocated by following a routine, as that was not my cup of tea. It felt like someone had cut off the oxygen supply to all parts of my body. I had to break free. I needed to breathe. The universe had heard my silent cry. The universe had cast it's magic spell upon me and here I was on this wonderful journey passing through nature's picturesque serenity to find my lost soul. Every moment was being cherished and a small smirk escaped my tightly sealed lips.
All my thoughts disappeared when I turned to my left and sat gazing at Lora. I caught myself smiling at the thought that Lora might just be related to North Korea's leader Kim Jong-un for she kept breathing fire the entire journey. Now with her by my side, I felt different. I had never travelled with a companion before, leave alone travelling with a beautiful girl. I was enjoying every bit of this ride.
Pune is known for it's schools and colleges. We passed many while driving through. There were many students walking along the footpath with their bags on their shoulders and a few of them with books in hand. A few boys and girls were standing under a tree having a good laugh while a few boys were showing off their biking skills. This sight brought back memories of my school days. Eating in class, playing until the teacher arrived, having two report cards, waiting to run out and play during the breaks, carrying book covers in the back pocket, using a single notebook for all subjects, frequent visits to the principal's office etc.. my batch would always be remembered as a notorious batch. I recalled one such event that no one would ever forget.
'It was during a PT (Physical Training) period that my close friends and I stood watching the girls play baseball from our classroom. My best friend, who was well over a 100 kilos, was holding onto the door while another friend and I stood behind him. We stood there gaping. All of a sudden, the girl who was batting swung her bat so hard that the ball came flying towards us. The way my friend who held the door jerked, my friend and I lost balance and went crashing onto the benches. We lifted ourselves onto our feet while swearing only to find one half of the door in my friend's hand. Just then a teacher happened to pass by and we all were soon on our way to the Principal's office. We returned rubbing our bottoms vigorously and laughing at each other. We were also made to replace the door. From then on, we were blacklisted examples for future batches. I almost burst out laughing in the bus and had to pinch myself to avoid any embarrassment. It is rightly said that some memories would last a lifetime.
The bus came to a sudden halt on the Pune - Mumbai corridor. All the passengers had a puzzled look on their faces and so did Lora. On enquiry we were told that Mumbai had had a heavy downpour the previous night and a fallen tree had caused the traffic jam. There would not be a happier man than me in such a scenario for I knew it would be a while before we got on the road again. Lady luck was smiling on me - I got to spend some extra time with Lora. It got a bit humid in the bus and I excused myself to stretch, get some fresh air and cool off. I walked to where the tree had fallen and found a few men trying to push the tree aside to make way for cars and bikes to pass. I quickly sprung into action and began helping them. On seeing me, a few stunt men who were shooting closeby also came forward to help. In no time, with all our might, we got the tree to a side and the small vehicles started moving. Everyone thanked us for our heroism and some bikers even honked as a sign of respect. ...
