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.