After my last post, I did get bombarded by mails and phone calls from my school friends asking, “How could you forget ‘that’ incident and ‘this’ incident” etc etc etc… And complaints, that this is a true trip summary than musings and memories of the trip.
K. So now am compiling few of those incidents which took place. This is likely to be edited soon with more musings and remembrances from the rest of my school mates.
Again I have to refer to my makeover as the biggest musing! New readers click here to know what it is.
On our arrival at the railway station late, almost 10 mins for the departure of the train, a friend who was ahead, climbed up the stairs of the skywalk to reach the particular platform. She was so sweet enough to wait at half the way for us to catch up. But we had other plans. With the delayed arrival of ours and the adrenalin rush to catch the train, we just jumped and crossed the tracks! Once we reached the train, we were wondering, what happened to her, she was quite ahead of us. She, after waiting 5 mins, came to the train to find us already reached. After serious blasting from her, we settled in our compartment.
One is that a friend in our gang was too photo-shy. So at Hyderabad, the rest in our gang made it a point to capture her in as many frames as we could. Unfortunately, for the non-advent of digi cams, or rather the too costly advent of digi cam which made it almost non reachable for common man (and woman, like me), all we had were the traditional camera with a roll inside and a spare roll. The total no. of photos itself was less and the ones that had her were less as well. But today she’s a part of a leading IT Firm and she is nowhere near photo-shy. Infact in most of her company photos, with her colleages, she is seen in front and in casual photos, she is seen always as the centre of gravity. Well, I know she is gonna blast me for revealing this! Still, sweetheart I didn’t put up your name, right.
At the Golconda Fort lawns, we had our lunch. After eating, we returned to our tourist bus and the driver and cleaner were there. By this time, they became quite friendly with us. They could manage a broken English and they had no idea of Tamizh and we had no idea of Telugu. Still, he was sweet enough to enquire if we had lunch. He asked “Saappittayaa.?”, which is essentially pure Tamizh and almost stared at him in astonishment, as almost n one in this era speakes in pure tamizh in day-to-day life, there is always some slang or local dialect!!! He must had asked one of our classmates, what is it in Tamizh for “Had your lunch.?”. And that someone had taught the pure Tamizh, instead of usual lingo “Saaptaacha.?”. It took a moment to compose ourselves and reply, “Yes”!
At the end of Day 1, after visiting Birla Mandir, we dropped into a restaurant for our dinner. Thanks to the weather, it was raining and damp and cold, we were in an urgency to nature’s call. But all we could find in that hotel was a single gent’s toilet in the first floor. With no other option left out, we decided to use it. Another guy who wanted to use the toilet came to the first floor only to give a shocked expression to see girls queued up in front of the one and only available gent’s toilet!
Another dear friend of our caught up with an asthma attack due to the climate. Somehow, we managed to recover her.
Later that night, in the dorm, our gang decided to take bath in the night itself to prevent early morning rush. After bath, I returned to the hall, and tapped the door. By this time almost all had retired and except few lights, the rest had been switched off. Another friend, who was up till our return, came and opened the door. Due to the darkness inside, she took time to reach the door. But, by the time, I got irritated and went off to get in through another door. Then, she came and opened the door, to find no one. In that damp, rainy night, this became eerie. She stepped back twice or thrice, and another friend asked her what happened. She said “Did you hear the door being banged”? The other girl said “Yes”. Then our friend replied with complete shock “No one is here….”. By the time, I came in through another door and queried what was happening. I was told the story and I said, “It was me who banged the door”. Should I tell, I was banged by them all?!!!
The night at the dorm was a bit too funny. With around 300 girls in a big hall controlled by just 6 or 7 teachers, I could imagine their plight. We would never sleep or let them sleep. Even after putting off the lights, suddenly someone would burst into laughter from some corner of the room and everyone would start laughing and activities begin again, until the teachers shout again and try to bring the situation under control. The murmurs would die and again in the next 10 mins, the same would happen.
Our gang of 6 slept in two rows with heads together, to facilitate the nonchalant chats. My friend who slept next to me, caught up with cold, thanks to the climate. Since, the bag was near me, she asked me to take the Vicks out of the bag. I took it out and gave it to her. After few minutes, she gave it back. Well, I thought her job was done and I kept it inside the bag. After few more minutes she asked where he Vicks was. I said that I had put it back in the bag. She gave me one damn kick. Little did I know that she gave it to me to open the box and she couldn’t even speak it up as her nose and throat were so badly blocked? Sweetie, your kick, still aches!!!
Later that night, she suddenly felt her stomach was too heavy. So, was it the dinner we had? In half sleep, she opened her eyes, only to see 3 protruding legs out of her bedsheet!!! Well, it was her neighbor’s and she had put her leg on my friend’s stomach. That was the heaviness, not the sumptuous dinner, we had.
Our alarm was at 4:30 to prevent the bathroom rush. Then somehow, we slept. Next morning out alarm went off and our neighbors too got up with us. We assured then it was 4:30 and we would wake them at 5:30. But somewhere something had gone wrong, and it was already 5:30 and we got cursed by them. But as soon as we got up, we realized one of our friends was missing. On trying to find her, we looked around and found her after some space. Her neighbor had rolled herself, along with my friend and both of them were 10 spaces, misplaced!
Last but not the least, this post is especially dedicated to Vaishnavi, Anitha, Baby Rani, Achsah, Rachel, and Amy Susan. i.e., the characters involved in these musings… :D