TOUR De SHIMLA

Day-2,

22^nd March 2013, 5:30 am.

With our sweaters, pullovers and jackets ON, we stepped outside the train in the chilly and cold, breezy atmosphere of KALKA. We looked as if SANTA CLAUS arrived at night, played Hu-Tu-Tu with our hairs and just left us in that ghostly state… :<

BHOOT Hain Hum...

All the pepsedont`s and callgates had to be opened on the station itself as our mouths were smelling too bad. So, we tried to drive away the smell, tried to look civilized by washing our faces, combing our hairs (you think we would do that….… NEVER!!! ) and BINGO! We were ready to ……………… pull our luggage .

We approached T.T to get our seats confirmed, but alas! At our disposal were only the ghastly looks of the T.T`s (A Sir and a Mam..). Unable to control our excitement and zeal to reach SHIMLA, we decided to stuff ourselves in the already-stuffed two general compartments, which were a part of Six-Boxed train. Trying to provide some better seating arrangements to the Ladies, we boy tried to convince ourselves: “YA! We all could fit in this compartment.....!! That box was overflowing above the brim as I, along with 4 of us was standing in front of the Washroom, with it`s Door getting blocked. I was wondering about the inapt. Conditions which might arise, then suddenly the T.T came and ordered us to De-Board the Train. Can u believe that??? Throughout our journey we were trying to portray good-name of our university and that a*****e spoiled all, by ………………. throwing our luggage out of the TRAIN!! If we all wouldn’t have stopped MEHFOOZ and SAURABH, that shitty old Man would have broken his knuckles much before their expiry date. One fine man tried to calm the situation and advised us to board the Next General train on that route----à at 8:30 am.

Things sorted out. We were going at 8:30 am. Meaning -> had to spend 2:30 hours on the station itself.  But luckily the Next train was standing on the platform and we were brimming with energy. End result: we looted an entire compartment consisting of 38 seats to seat our standing souls.

Now, was the time to listen to your bodies and respond accordingly. To honor those calls of the body, there were two packages of Rs 2.50 and Rs 5.00.  Pick whatever suits you and revive your energy. Well, our Dear TIDU entered into a brat with the money Collector on the issue of: how could you verify that services were utilized suitably and not misused. Clear answer: It was solely based on Mutual trust.Now, that we were feeling Lite-> it was time to enjoy whatever we could on that platform. So, the Cameras were out and the unending sequences of Posing begun, one location after another.

We are not MIS-Using d Platform

Chal Chaiyan CHaiyan...

But, now since the stomachs were empty, we were feeling greedily hungry. So, the Omelets and Cutlets were ordered according to the requirements. After all that we were seated in the TOY- TRAIN waiting for it to begin its journey.  Then Suddenly, SHAHID Bhai opened upon his XL sized Bag and WHOA! Whoa!! There popped out A Boom-Box from his Bag (sort of , ab sahi laga lo… yaar) i.e. Laptop with Speakers with head Phone with an IRON to iron the clothes and such weird things.

Hence, the journey began with the playing of Songs-On-Demand. But that soon chilled out as the demands were too high to be fulfilled by that phone.

SO, I took out the AUDIO BOOSTER of my phone and Dhinchak songs started playing in our side of the compartment.

But out of nowhere, the festival of ANTAAKSHARI started and we all just eloped into that. Songs after songs, at the top of our voices, kept on echoing in the train. We were hoping for the Girls to obviously win this kinda Game and they were playing outstandingly but surprisingly we just won by a margin.  This game completely exhausted us, Yes!! THE BOYS. And most of us either tried to catch a NAP or got involved in THE BLUFF with our Dear DBMS Sir.

That was the point where GIRLS proved that they are Girls.  We were trying hard to Call and remember the Heavenly feeling Known as SLEEP but the continuous clatter and chatter of the Girls was hindering our NAP. That moment itself we were bound to accept that we couldn’t BEAT the enery quotient of Girls. Whether the journey is Bumpy, full of hardships and exhausting they had the potential to display their characteristic feature of TALKING and that too with pride.  

Capturing the eye-sobering beauty throughout our journey and Shouting and yelling across the numerous tunnels we passed through, we reached SIMLA.

Though our legs didn’t have the guts to stand and walk anymore but still, the Guiding and convincing words of TIDU: “Bas!! 10 min ka raasta hai…!!” motivated us to walk and that too with our luggage. But seriously, that 10 min walk was the toughest 25 min of our life. Even with frequent stopping and breaks we took on that walk, we were literally panting and grasping for breath when we reached the hotel.

The MALL Road

Hungry Kya..... @DOMINO`s

 Now, I too -> grasping from writing so much. So winding up I would like to say: we just got suited up at our rooms and went out for a walk to have something in our grumbling stomachs.  We just went here and there, ate something, had some photographs clicked and returned straight to our rooms. But again the Ladies seemed quite energetic!! BHaiya humari  toh BATTERY DOWN theee…. Hum toh room pe aa kar thodi der mein so gaye, so that we could get ready for the next and very IMPORTANT, SIGNIFICANT DAY.

GOOD NIGHT!!!