This post is in continuation to my last post.
http://atlasshrugged-eccentric.blogspot.in/2013/02/u-turn-in-blogs-vision-and-tribute-to-m.html
I
caught a train from Lucknow. Its Lucknow Chandigarh, I usually prefer this
train because I know how to get berth in this train without the reservation, in
fact process is same in all the cases, I would rather say I know what the TT
charges in this case. I was very lucky to catch this train as the time was not
sufficient but still one thing we learn in colleges is rash driving. Here comes
its application. In the meantime, I also enquired my brother if it was the
truth what the mother said or something else. My brother confirmed and told he
would leave Delhi tomorrow morning along with bua and fufaji and of course my
cousins. It was a very chilly night and the rain was falling continuously It appeared to me for a moment if there is
something wrong seriously as the god was also supporting my eyes. It was of
course very serious but during such times, it’s a tendency of the mind to be
steered towards negative and worst repercussions. I talked to the tt, got the
birth and those were the days, when I have started reading. I have said reading
because Atlas shrugged was my first serious reading of the life. It also helps
me in bad times. As I woke up, I had a cigarette and waited for the
destination. My mind was full of what-if questions. It was heavily raining and
the environment was very depressed. As I landed in Saharanpur, I got a call
from my brother. They have just entered in Saharanpur at around 8am and as the
arrival time of my train was also the same, on the top of it, it was raining,
So they called me to know where I have reached. When I informed them, they came
at station to receive me and then we all finally went directly to the hospital.
I always feel a kind of shyness in company of my relatives. I don’t know
whether it is natural or due to my other mental requirements.
After
we exchanged the greetings in the hospital, there was a kind of contact of eyes
between me and my grandfather that dampen my eyes and spirit little. But I try
to remain normal, as soon as we entered, condition of DM is getting worse and
someone told me to get the Gangajal from the house of Dr. Jaipal Uncle whose house
is very close. I walked in the rain to the house unaware of the whether it was
tears or water, I asked for the same. This was another point where I felt
little shyness. I went back to the hospital and my grandmother helped him to
swallow the gangajal. In Hindu mythology, something rubbish is believed about
gangajal and its effect or what so ever. I think I shouldn’t say the water
rubbish but who knows is it really the gangajal. Haha…its normal in our
mythology but let it be, we shouldn’t make fun of it. One must try to accept
people and things and traditions as they are and not as he perceived. After
spending some time, we were asked to go to home and then bring lunch after a
gap of 3, 4 hours. I don’t know who went along with me, but one thing that I
remember was that I left the hospital on Activa.
The best thing is when two People
love each other very much, it becomes difficult to express. This case requires
no extra explanation. Beauty and love is in the eyes of beholder as said by
Shakespeare, in fact I would say respected Shakespeare. The days passed like
this, DM began to recover slowly, relatives left, my brother plan to left on
holi.
Holi also comes, I went to railway station to drop my brother. That holi
was not the most colorless. There were Holi’s even horrible and depressing than
that. Those were the days when my disagreement was at the peak against those
who preaches Holi is the most colorful festival. Of course, it was a bad
argument.
Things comes and goes, life moves on. Life waits for nobody and the
most mystic element i.e., time heals everything.
Stay tuned! I will continue it further.