Catch me if u can

Q. Makrand just caught the train in time (almost 30 seconds time constraint).The reason was :

A. He was careless.

B. He was not ready in time.

C. It was his good/bad luck.

D. It was written.

The story starts in NBH hostel in IIIT-H . It was early morning at  5 O clock .I was ready after taking bath. I had all my luggage packed n was ready to go to railway  station. I had to catch A.P. express at 6:25 and at that time i did not expect what was going to happen in next one and half hour.The plan was that umesh ,his brother dharmesh,amitabh and i will be going to station together on 2 bikes. Dharmesh and i were going in the same train till bhopal and from there i was to board on the other train to ujjain.

I had not slept the whole night to make sure that i dont have to worry about waking up in time.Thnx to counter strike that made it easy for me.So i went to umesh’s room and asked dharmesh  to wake him up .He too was awake whole night and was starting to get ready.Here the things started happening. I didn’t have amitabh’s no. so i asked him to call amitabh when umesh wakes up.I came back and after that i went back at 5:30 n to my surprise umesh had just woke up and thus amitabh was called at the same time.So this was just beginnnging of being late 🙂

Now see how Murphy’s law ” When anything can go wrong ,it will go wrong at the worst possible time” started acting in coming time.I did not have amitabh’s no. so he could not be called in time.Any ways we all were ready at 5:45 and it was still manageable to catch the train easily as it would take at max. half an hour.But most of the times,nothing happens like we think .

Before we started it was decided that our bikes need to be refueled. Me and amitabh were on 1 bike and umesh n dharmesh were on other bike.Stupidly i assumed that they will stop at the first patrol pump in the way and we stopped there waiting for umesh to come there.We wasted around 5-7 minutes there and menwhile i tried to call them but as they were on bike so they could not listen the call.

Now the real thing started.Umesh canceled the plan of refueling the bike as he thought that it was already late but we did not know this. Meanwhile,we decided to go ahead and catch  them in between ; somewhere near mehdipatnam assuming that they will be behind us but they had actually way ahead of us. Now me and amitabh were confused about the way after mehdipatnam to hyderabad station ,so we called umesh and asked them to wait at mehdipatnam. But he could not listen due to traffic and when we reached mehdipatnam, he was very near to station.

Now we were asking people on road for the way to station.Luckily we met people who were showing correct directions.But after a while we got a bit lost in the streets of old city.Time was running out minute by minute.My idea of great vacation at home was about to be ruined.Umesh called us telling that train is ready to go and come immediately.We were still struggling in streets and i was watching every minute passing away on mobile phone clock.I was just praying that train should get dealyed by few minutes.I could see my dad’s face appearing in front of me asking me questions – why did u not start early to station ?why did u not have some margin of time?

I was asking amitabh constantly to hurry up even though we both didn’t know where to go.In the frustration, ‘ F ‘ words started coming out of mouth . Finally we could see a familiar road n were sure that we are heading in correct direction. I was still shouting at myself for wasting those preciuos 5 minutes at patrol pump.We still were not sure that whether we will be there in time coz my watch was showing time 6:23 and train ticket showed departure time 6:25.At last we were in front of station and i saw from a distance that road was blocked and we can not reach near to entrance gate by bike.

I almost jumped off from the bike and ran towards that gate. I could see the train standing rite in front of me on platoform no. 3  and challanging with a smile -“Catch me if you can “.I hit a man badly in the way ,while running towards gate (sorry to that person if he comes across this page some day).I was now on platform no. 1 and i didn’t know how many seconds are left in departure.I was looking at the railway track on both sides and was thinking whether i should cross from here or take the bridge route.

Suddenly the train gave a signal and a person from the train’s food section shouted that no train will come on this track so just come through the tracks.I trusted him and jumped on the track and hit very hard.I could not balance myself for a moment and took some seconds to settle down. I put my bag in the train and was about to put my leg on the train steps and suddenly the train started moving slowly.

I dont know what happened to me and i froze there and the gate had moved some 4-5 feet away in those 3-4 seconds.I regained myself and at  that time a hand came out of train coach for my help .But alas ,that hand was not of Simran ,else  a DDLJ scene could be there in reverse roals ,this time Simran on the running train offering her hand 🙂 .In place of DDLJ insturmental music in the background ,all i could listen was the harsh sound of train engine.That hand was offered by an old,big,fat uncle.But he was a life savior at that moment.Thnx to that person if ever comes acroos this page 🙂

Finally i was on the train ,ofcourse in some other coach.I called umesh telling him that i managed to catch the train .While heading to my coach i was just thinking about everything happened.I was thinking about “Curious Case of Benzamin Button ” sequence where it was shown that how interrelated events leaad to final event that has to be happened.In my case,if any of the above mentioned events had not happened ,we could have reached the station much before time.

I met dharmesh in the same coach and luckily his seat was just next to me 🙂 I feel sorry ,because of allthis, he could no say proper good bye to his brother .We talked about what had happened after starting from college and were laughing at everything.I was feeling sleepy and before closing my eyes , i found the answer to the question asked in the beginnnig of this post.No prizes for guessing ,the answer was same as in Slumdog Millionaire.

D. It was written

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17 responses to this post.

  1. Posted by Swati on March 19, 2009 at 8:39 am

    sahi… kya mast journey thi [:D] of-course it was written [:D]… mast tarah se narrate kiya hai aapne… keep going [:)]

    Reply

    • Posted by makrand13 on March 20, 2009 at 3:52 pm

      @swati thnx 🙂 ,i can’t use as many smileys as u used but hope to write sth next time also that makes u to create these smileys

      Reply

  2. Posted by Kirti on March 19, 2009 at 9:17 am

    Nice and intelligent combination of converting the thought into words, seems like a growing up writer. Keep it up (Only blogs, not the adventurous journey to catch the train).

    Reply

    • Posted by makrand13 on March 20, 2009 at 3:50 pm

      @kirti thnx 🙂 ,ya next time will not catch a train this way.may be sth else full of adventure to write about

      Reply

  3. Posted by Divyendu on March 19, 2009 at 10:38 am

    Script to badhiya hai! Let’s see if we get a producer….we could make a cool movie out of this: 🙂

    Reply

  4. Posted by umesh on March 19, 2009 at 1:56 pm

    Most of the time we have another option to pick for same destination in place of struggling. there is Secunderabad another option…[:p]
    hehehe mast likha hai…..

    Reply

    • Posted by makrand13 on March 20, 2009 at 3:55 pm

      @umesh ,u r correct.so next time before i panic i will inquire about other options from u 🙂

      Reply

  5. Posted by chetan on March 19, 2009 at 4:04 pm

    Good read!! WELL DONE…

    Reply

  6. Posted by Prakhar on March 19, 2009 at 4:05 pm

    Good one !! 🙂
    One could say “It is Written” for you to write the story 😛

    Reply

  7. Posted by abhishekpandey on March 19, 2009 at 5:41 pm

    hmm……at last u got a topic to start the blogging.
    anyways…gr8 start!!!

    Reply

  8. nice title to the post… and i guess u r a movie freak, aren’t ya ?

    Reply

  9. Posted by Meghna on April 1, 2009 at 12:12 pm

    NIce post :D…well written 🙂

    Reply

  10. Posted by Vineet Yadav on April 23, 2009 at 3:32 pm

    really nice story…hope u have enjoyed journey…

    Reply

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