Didi Speaks....

“Bhai I have written first ever blog of my life……….read it, edit it n upload it”.Didi instructed……….s

Didi speaks…………..

“Beta will you join us for our relatives marriage day after tomorrow”, – Dad said and I straight away said no to this invitation as usual, B/w(I dun know y people get married, it create such a mess to the traffic n y cant it b a simple affair, I thought).

“Beta I understand your office timings but we cant ignore this wedding as your grandfather wants all of us to attend this wedding. We will pick you from your office”, Uninterested I said “okk vl c” in a lower tone, as I tried to sleep as mom continued watching her fav saas- bahu serials(I hate ektaa kapoor for this).

“Mom, m leaving for the day”, I said as I rushed towards the gate looking at my wristwatch since I was consistently late for the third week. “Ok beta bt do remember will pick you in the evening. Try to get free on time”
“ Ok mom” I shouted -as I rushed through the gate.

And that’s when the longest, tiring, hectic, adventurous night of 27 Feb. started(I would try to justify these adjectives in the coming events )

27 Feb. 4:30 pm---------

“Didi, m leaving for Mamaji’s place so pls pick me from there as there is no transport support today”, Fatso said in his usual confused tone which I ignored and cut his calls even before he could complete his sentence.

“Mom wat time will you leave I’ll b free by six in evening.”—I enquired

“ Beta vl call you before leaving. Driver vl b here netime so u coordinate with pummy(fatso!!!) and meet us at ashram at 7, okk”.

“Meet me at barakhamba metro station at 6 30”,…. I instructed fatso rather then informing and again cut his call even before he could say okk.




27 Feb. 6:45 pm---------Barakhamba Metro station

“Lets have something, aloo chat is gr8 here”, I said while sitting outside barakhamba station .

“ I think didi v shud leave, mom n dad vl reach there netime”….. replied fatso…. again clueless bout whatever he is saying.

“Nopes they havnt started yet, cabbie is late as per Indian timing I have just confirmed with them.”

7:05 pm--------

Lets leave it will take time, thanks to delhi traffic………”, I instructed again.
N as usual atleast 15 autowallah refused to go(and all of them had 15 diff reasons to refuse, Mumbai is far better as far as commuting is concerned I thought, heard of it from some of my frens). Finally we managed to convince one autowallah wen mom n dad called up from cabbies mobile(yes they still dun carry mobile!!!!! God knows the reason)“ beta v still havnt started yet, cabbbie is late, vl take another hour to reach, so u manage accordingly”
” Okk mom,”, I said in a tiring tone………

“Bhaiyya ji jus stop at HT house, will hav something in the canteen n take this 20 rs .”

7:30 pm-----HT House

“Show him your I card, he’ll nt allow you to enter”, I asked fatso…..

“ n wat bout u?”,he replied back in amusement

“ he knows me… I said proudly……….tryin to show my media power to the clueless kid………………”

We tried n passed time by roaming around in HT premises, fatso looked amused as he kept looking around n following me sincerely.


8:30pm Maharani bagh Bus stop

“Beta v vl b dere in another 15 min……….”,mom informed. This city nvr look deserted thanks to ppl around n the cars who r round d clock always on road n moving in Traffic jams unlike faridabad (where I stay) which sleeps at 7 in the evening.

Finally came the late cabbie with mom n dad n we moved just to get struck in a long excrutiating traffic jam. Ohh its hell……….it feels as if ppl are not left with nething to do jus to create hour long traffic jams(ohh hell………….y do ppl get married I cursed again………..as I started loosing my nerves now………..)
Finally the jam cleared jus to land up in another 2 hr long jam from wazirbad to the venue another round of traffic hell,………….. I HATE WEDDINGS………..
We shud go back to I suggested (now irritatingly) as there is no point going now as its already 12 while v searched foo the venue, for the fifth time…….. as ppl in del have the habit of misguiding ppl who r on search of their venues.(typically delhite)…..

12.15 pm, Raghunath Vatika, Yamuna Vihar

“Namaste grandpa, granny….”
“Bless u my child………….
Meet your uncle aunty, chacha , chachi……….”(N list doesn’t end)…………….

We finished our late night dinner……….n rushed back to the cab…………..again to struck in another tiring, painful, delhi commercial vehicle jam.
(wen vl dis jam filled night end….i thought feeling tired)

Suddenly a by standers shouts…………n disturbs me in my sleep………..
Saab ji take dis route(pointing towards a deserted way)it will help u reach soon to the highwayit’s a shortcut”.

“Drvr ji take that turn”,dad said as hez again guided (or misguided, which I still have to understand), by helpful n more den friendly delhiite

N we enter the most scariest, isolated, deserted, frightful forest kind of place in North Delhi, which forces me to open my eyes even more wider…the place was givin a spooky kind of feeling, a place where u feel a ghost will appear from either side of the window or vl get looted (when you are in a place like Delhi, u tend to have dese kind of thoughts, U cant help it!!!!)
Mom started her usual chanting………. So did I with gayantri mantra……… when we came across a wooden bridge which wen looked at felt like it wud fell down netime, n the thought of crossing that gave me a hollow kinnda feeling in stomach, man its scarily adventurous, every moment was getting tougher to pass wen we finally saw the ring road.

Drvr accelerated the cab immediately to that way n we took a sigh of relief……………

Jus to end in (ohh u guessed it right) another jam…………..y the hell is this happening (I should have never agreed to attend this wedding) was the expression on everyone’s face; at least dat’s what I could sense.

Words of Wisdom: Wen u struck in some situation without knowing how to get out of it and wen u hav no options left, jus accept that situation, it will b easier for you to sail out of it. I have learnt it from my experiences, n it helped me that day.

28 Feb, 2 am, Sarita Vihar

This series of Traffic Jam finally ended at sarita vihar…. bt it was nt that easier…. of course…night had already become tiresome, painful, hectic, n I was feeling sleepy n worst I had to attend the office as well…
I really need a sleep yar……………..
Now this jam was quiet unusual……………..in other jams, traffic was moving at snails speed…. here the traffic completely stopped…n ppl parked there cars in the middle of the roads………. started their FM……….fever 104………I could hear the music bt for the first time it sounds irritating………I hated listenin to music… that too at this point of time………..

I could hear whisper of ppl making assumptions of this situation………..
Few said……….truck had overturned some 5 km away n few said an accident have taken place…………. It will take at least two hours to clear
This is unreal…its 2 am in the morning so I tried to catch up as much sleep as possible bt it was all futile….

Traffic started moving after 1 hr…. which again woke me up from my half awake dreams…n a heavy head…
Our cab passed through a burning quails (juss like you see in action movies), which had overturned and jumped on the left side of the footpath over the kerps.

I dint tried to peek into the quails, even out of curiosity…as it wud nt b a dat good sight to look at…so I turned away my eyes from the burning flames…

N thank god for that night we dint came across any more jams……….
Our cabs cruised through the deserted n few trucks on mathura road………..
N finally v wer in front of our homes……………..wen watchman passed through with his usual slogans………..JAAGTE RAHO!!!!!

Word of Caution
• Drive safe.
• Try n hav a peaceful wedding (it helps reduce the Traffic Jams!!!!)
• Nvr attend a wedding, if u have to attend the office next day.

Damn.... I hate to go to hospitals...

Who is this extremely beautiful girl sitting next to dad, smiling at me……why is everyone smiling at me……and what time of the day is it when the sun rays are coming from north side?.......flowers are talking……the blue colored gummy bear shaped soft toy that didi got from one of her foreign return friend is jumping on the bed…….and apart from all these weird activities going around, I’m more curious about that beautiful girl with a glowing aura around her……who is she?....... I should ask her myself…….

BANG! BANG! BANG!........ “Verma, open up…..its me”, Arora shouted as he simultaneously banged the doors. After our parents decided that we two would be roomies, and we eventually turned out to be good friends……there has been a tacit understanding amongst us that we would call each other by the last names as our first names are homophonic if not same (Sourabh & Saurabh )………and since it’s kind of weird to call some other person by your own name.

“Coming…..”, I said as I came out of my lucid dream.

“Who coordinates all these events…….you disturbed me exactly when I was about to find out who that pretty girl in my dream was…”, I said, letting him into my room.

“I can’t drive the bike……you will have to take me to hospital……its paining like hell in the right side this time”, Arora said and gave me the keys to Vijay’s bike.

“Oh common…….look it’s Sleep’O clock in the watch………why don’t you take Vijay with you”, I said.

“It’s your turn this time……now get your ass out fast or I’ll vomit it out all in your room”, Arora said, managing to sound firm even as he was in pain.

“Ok, ok…… let me put on my jeans……it’s a cold night”, I said.

The loud noise from useless silencer of vijay’s bike disturbed the silent night of hostel as we cruised through the gate waking up Mishra ji (watchman) from his deep(drunk) duty sleep……cold, soft breeze of BHU kept me sleeping as I drove until that sharp pointed speed-breaker broke my sleep……

“Hey Arora……are you afraid of my driving”, I asked…. .,just to ensure him that I was awake.

“yes……sometimes”

“I too……… ;)”, I said as we reached the emergency wing…… “ hey what’s these black drops doing here………look there they go……their frequency is increasing……Oh my god!!!”, I whispered the last three words to myself as I stood shocked to see what Arora voiced out of his surprise a second later……

“It’s blood!... it’s blood!!!..... Ok, don’t follow it further, …… you surely won’t be pleased to see whatever it leads to”, he said and we both entered the doctor’s room………constraining our sight to forward direction so we may not encounter anything bad.

“Where’s the doctor? ”, I asked to one of the peon……busy in talking with his colleague for the last 5 minutes.

“He is coming in a minute, gone for a round”, he replied…… “There he comes…… show your health card”, he said trying to sound alert as two person dressed up like a doc entered.

“They are docs? Looks like students”, I whispered to Arora when the one with a long nose interrupted….

“Hi……”

…and then Arora continued to explain the problem ……

“Alright, its just a normal pain, nothing to worry about……just take these two medicines and you will be fine”, the guy with long nose said when the other one interrupted……

“It may be a case of gastritis….its paining in right side…. You should go for some tests……”

And then the two got busy in some discussion after which they finally decided to call a senior doctor and take his advice.

“Here you go….take these medicines for killing the pain, and do come again for a recheck”, the two of them finally said in unison.

After we went back ……passing by those blood drops… the sharp edged speed breaker and Mishra ji…… Arora vomited out all the medicines that he took,… so we headed back to hospital again…. , there was a slight change in the emergency wing’s scene this time, a sort of tensed atmosphere prevailed as the old lady, who was there ….lying on one of those iron beds was now surrounded by her worried and on the verge of crying family members.

“Where’s the doctor?”, I asked to the peon.

“He’ll be coming shortly……just wait there”, he said and pointed towards the vacant waiting seats.

While Arora slept on the waiting chairs, …. I silently observed what was going on with the old lady and her family…

 “Why are you still here…. We already told you there’s nothing else we can do now, just take her to the private hospital across the road”, a lady doctor said in firm and loud voice.

“But……they told us to wait….how can you just ask us to leave……please, there should be something you could do….”, the old lady’s son pleaded as he broke into tears.

“Why don’t you understand……she don’t have much time left……there’s no time for arguments…. Just take her to that private hospital, they have better equipments, we are not going to take her responsibility of her any more”, the doctor replied and rushed into the emergency room.

The old lady’s family took her to the nearby private hospital on an auto-rickshaw which they somehow managed to arrange at 3am in the morning.

“So …. You are from ITI…… huh?”,  the peon asked as he took a break from his very important discussion about some “Shiela Ji” (a new doctor) with his colleague lab assistant.

“I…T”, I replied……trying to be as brief as possible. As the two(peon and lab assistant) got a new topic to discuss…. IT, they continued further.

Just when I was about to snatch out my hairs as I had to listen to their stupid and irritating discussion coz my hands were in the pockets out of cold and I could not use them to block my ears…… the doctor entered……

“Arora……wake up, doc is here”, I said.

The doc gave him an injection for relieving the pain for the time being, and then we returned to hostel ……waking Mishra Ji once again.

“……Where does that girl go?....... and what’s this white stage-smoke doing all over in my house…… there she is…… in a very raw dress…… her wet hairs make her look even more beautiful…… who are you?........ and why are you smiling?......”

BANG! BANG! BANG!..... “ Verma, open up…..it’s 7:30 already……Zaheer Sir’s class…… you don’t wanna miss it”, Vijay shouted ……and I lost her again…….