Stifled Safari...

When the entire world is sleeping.. and parenthetically you are not

in that league,that is you are having sufficient time in your folder,

but circumstances act as anti-soporific agent ,then what can one

expect. The time aptly describes the period before the break of

the day and I was a victim to it a few days ago..

When my bread and butter of tomorrow is making a call for all

necessary documents, I had no other options but to proceed

towards my so-called Alma mater of tomorrow.

Even before the birds start chirping,the bus from my place

reaches Rourkela.The only question that was troubling me

prior that day (more specifically this Sunday) ki where would

I go,once I reach there because I don't have any room in the

hostel to claim for anymore and my future colleagues were to

reach there at 7 in the morning.

While the Indian students were suffering racist attacks in the

land of kangaroos,I myself was being traumatised in my own

land, that too on account of some trivial issues.Well one thing

that I could not digest was the victory of Roger Federer.While

the entire world was going gaga over his win, I was in the mood

of hitting some Federer's fan real hard. I desperately wanted

him to lose. Even many friends of mine have edited their orkut

stat message jst like this

"All hail Roger Federer." and

"He is FANTASTIC, He is FABULOUS, He is FENOMENAL,

He is FEDERER....." to quote some.

Perhaps the above man missed out some other F-words for his

favorite Federer.

Well I was in the midway of my journey. So I had to spent

around 3 hrs alone in a supposed unknown place that too before

dawn. I reached Rourkela at 4:15 in the morning.

Seeing the time,my sixth sense,as usual(except on the days of

important exams) chucked out a plan for me for the seemingly

endless hours to come.

I straightaway headed towards our very dear Ms. Mamta

Banerjee's second home i.e. the railway station. This is the

only place where life never ends.Seeing the rush around,

the pale face of yesterday was suddenly lighted with a

feeling of enthusiasm.I moved from one platform to the other

looking at different trains leaving in opposite directions

pondering about a blunder I had made at this place a few

months back(this one I will be sharing in my posts to come).

Then I sat and had a nice cup of tea. That was simply superb.

All hardcore coffee lovers, please try this out the next time

because the station is the NICEST place for a cup of tea

(rather a glass of tea).

Next when i heard my mobile ringing it was just 5:30..It was

a call from my sweethome. With another one and half hours

to go,I thought newspaper would prove a worthy companion

then. But to my disappointment all magazine stalls were yet

to surface.I thought of walking back to the bus stand where

my friends would arrive. But laziness crept in.

I then preferred the obsolete rickshaw over the ubiquitous auto

for this segment of my journey, just because I wanted the

PRECIOUS time to make a real fast move.

A ride in a rickshaw, this is something I got to enjoy again after

a real funny experience I had with one of my friends,probably

in this calendar year .( Mr. friend, Do you remember??)

But what am I doing sitting in a rickshaw? I am not an avid

appreciator of the graceful nature.But saying this I don't

disagree with the fact that one cannot escape the radiant sun

and the eternal wind.

But, wait, you haven't heard the end..

The icing on the cake for the morning was when I was found

reading a newspaper under a banyan tree, the place where

I had never sat even in my 4 years of engineered life.

(Remember the banyan tree at Sector-2)......