Here was a I, a mediocre engineering student with no real enthusiasm towards studies or innovation an average engineer is required to have, standing a chance to visit an IIT, the undoubted holy grail for a prospective engineer. The fact that it was IIT Guwahati, a relatively new one in the remotest of places in India, never dampened my spirits. But with all the furor about how the IIT standards would be compromised with a combined entrance exams, I had added reasons to be excited to get a first hand experience of the so called 'high standards'. With all excitement, geared up was I for an almighty entry when Indian Railways decided to play spoilsport. The NorthEast Frontier Railway is definitely not the best railway zone I have traveled in, in my extensive travelling career (huge lol), but in my long career ranging from the highs of Himalayas to the lows of Keralean backwater treats have I never faced such a situation when a train abruptly decided to take a halt, a rather long halt, which in the end amounted up to almost 7hrs.
Yes SEVEN freaking hours it was. Swearing at the coming-soon monsoon for being late was the only respite in the once lonely but now bubbling AlipurDuar Junction other than wishing to borrow the genes of those women in Thar desert who walk kilometers for water or even their whole nervous system. Wonder how do they cope! So stuck in a station in a bogie with a broken ac and bad ventilation, it was a 127 hour like 7 hour ordeal.
In short, with AlipurDuar Junction all my pre-trip excitement waned. BUT it was in that very same station that I had that proud moment when I put my 2 year old niece to sleep on my shoulder for the first time or was it that she decided to sleep there after weighing all other options in the station. Anyway, I was so over the moon that I ran through the platform to find that elusive i-cream guy and bought one for her twin sister!
PROUD UNCLE that i am! And so, the supposed grand IIT visit turned out to be just another holiday trip with a twist in the tail which will make way for another post.
Yes SEVEN freaking hours it was. Swearing at the coming-soon monsoon for being late was the only respite in the once lonely but now bubbling AlipurDuar Junction other than wishing to borrow the genes of those women in Thar desert who walk kilometers for water or even their whole nervous system. Wonder how do they cope! So stuck in a station in a bogie with a broken ac and bad ventilation, it was a 127 hour like 7 hour ordeal.
In short, with AlipurDuar Junction all my pre-trip excitement waned. BUT it was in that very same station that I had that proud moment when I put my 2 year old niece to sleep on my shoulder for the first time or was it that she decided to sleep there after weighing all other options in the station. Anyway, I was so over the moon that I ran through the platform to find that elusive i-cream guy and bought one for her twin sister!
PROUD UNCLE that i am! And so, the supposed grand IIT visit turned out to be just another holiday trip with a twist in the tail which will make way for another post.
2 comments:
youve got very good writing skills dude. kudos
thx brother
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