Train or Rain........dunno....

Hi after long time I am again writin a post. Actually I had written a few in between bt didn’t post them.
One was about love but I deleted that post as it was a bit early for me…that post was about the experiences of my friends of love, not mine…I’ll post a new one if I get into such stuff…though it doesn’t seem so in near future….m not willing to fall in lov…i hav to first get control of myself then I can think about luv…I’ll not extend it further coz m thinking I am nt being honest here……… waise it doesn’t mean I don’t look at girls…I too had few crushes…haahaahaa ;)
I was reading a novel brought by golu (ajitesh)…I don’t remember exactly what was it’s name ‘kiss in the rain’ or something lyk that by some ‘chakraborty’ from assam…sorry yaar m not insulting you dude…you have already given a bestseller …its just I have a weak memory. He had written many things about love and sex and I found few lines really interesting…I don’t remember them even now…sorry…fcuk… but idea behind telling you this was that I am too willing to try my hand on short stories or short descriptions…waise this is not the apt time as I am just few days behind my presemesters and I still have no books…neither 4m library nor my own…forget it….so I just wanted to tell you my next post will be a short story….don’t miss it….fcuk…I know , I know u are a busy person…I just write to ease myself 4m confusion…don’t lyk don’t read…
Okkkk now I am going to write about any random topic….jst 4 practice ;) okkkk any word rain ,train, cloud ,you ,me , lucknow , Allahabad, Kanpur…….lets take train….actually I am writing during day time so I am not able to concentrate that much…yet I’ll try……
TRAIN
Train…the word itself brings trains of memories, memories of happiness, sadness, meeting , departure, smiles , tears, hope, despair…. I still remember those nights in my summer vacations when I had to catch the ganga gomti train at 5:30 am in the morning for Allahabad to visit my nani and dadi’s place… my father used to tell everyone to sleep early so that they could rise early and be in time at charbagh station…but I just used to close my eyes and start imagining the journey and Allahabad, sangam, that bridge over ganga….and all…everytime I would think not not to sleep so that there was no tension to rise up…as rising early has always been my weakness and it continues till now…always late in the first class if attended lol. you must be knowing u can escape ur teacher’s stare sitting at the back seat, or a girl’s glimpse of you when you were gazing her intently but later pretending as nothing happened but dear you can’t escape sleep specially during 3 to 4 am time...
The two things have always been very special in my life-rain and train…. When I was a child and had to travel I would always imagine sitting on a window seat and clouds overhead raining heavily…I would just imagine roaring clouds over me and big drops of rain falling over the top of train n making a beautiful intermittent sound…awesome…as if nature has sent its best rock band to the earth …waise rain and train happened together just thrice for me…once when I was leaving Kanpur after leaving d hostel , second when I was visiting allahabad for the last time till date and third when I was visiting Ghaziabad for the first time…every moment was special and touching….fuck….
Train….it also helped me realize that I have become grown up now…earlier if I didn’t get the window seat the entire journey was mess for me…now I don’t give a damn thought about it…even sitting on suitcase beside the toilet with a waiting reservation ticket works…and neither leaving the initial place brings tears nor destination brings smile…jst neutral…hahahaha just wrote hahaha to deviate 4m this mood…sometimes it works…most of the times not…..didn’t understand..i did ;)
Train…whether I had been adventurous or sheer foolish I don’t know but I have few deadly ;) experiences with train too… both of the experiences during visit to Kanpur…till date its hell 4 me…Kanpur took everything out of me…my belief in me, my self confidence but gave me very good friends…really happy for that…thanx Kanpur ,I’ll be back at you bt this time it will be better parag with more strength…then I’ll do the same things which I did that one year…bt the difference would be no one will call me astray…I visited coachings as I had to give guest lecture once a week…n chemistry leave it… okkkkk so where was i….ofcourse in the hostel…once when I was travelling by the local train to visit Kanpur I had a lilltle brawl…whose cosequences may have been big…I was just sitting on the stairs at passage to the train…I usually used to catch the local…not because…hmmm not only because it was cheap bt also it was adventurous…not recommended for female passengers…bhai log are always lukin for chances ;) …. then at ajgain(station)a policeman arrived and told me to get inside…It was jam packed inside and I provided him the passage 2 gt inside…bt he refused and insisted me to shift inside…then bhai saab said bhdk andar chal… I am telling you friends sometimes I am not able to control myself…in the childhood it was a big problem…though I have controlled myself now to a great extent…in fact few think I wont say a word even when m slapped…no dear I was born on 2nd October bt my ideals are bhagat singh and ‘azad’….. bt it spurts out when I am pushed to the extreme…he said that word again n again…I replied to him madar….d gaali kaise di….yeah u guessed it right he pushed me 4m chest I punched him on shoulder…he pushed me out of the train rather running train…train had departed just few seconds ago bt it was electric train so had got a little speed…I rose up and started running towards d train…bt I thought for what…???? What I was going to do he was a policeman and that too in dress(I dunno bt hav heard this dialogue thousands of tym…tumne ek wardi wale police pe hath uthaya…fuck) I sat there for 1 hr under a tree till another local arrived….i am not going to tell u the second incident…its getting heavy…..byeeeeeeeeeee Kanpur I’ll fuck u as u fucked me…I’ll visit u again bt I’ll not b the same…and then I’ll visit those lanes….those roads…that hostel again…and that too with vodka n choti gold….hahahahaha….m a dreamer…..and dreams come true….
I was writing to ease myself but it has backfired….
Okkkkk I’ll write some stupid poem to end this stupid post…gimme da topic….girl,tree,barsat, book, EMEC…………ohhhhhhhhh m ending this m feeling sleepy…so need to watch a film ;)
Bye……..i dare u to visit second time…….