On my way back home

I am going to my home after almost seven months and I am travelling by India’s lifeline… I mean the Railways. The flight service to my hometown ‘Jabalpur’ does not exist now… the reasons could be many… one being not everyone usually travels by flight from my place and the service was initially only once a week and now since that too did not work out much so that too has been stopped now… so this was why I am travelling by my dear old Central Railways.
I tell you, it is really amazing travelling by train, you come across so many people and that too of so many kinds.
I reached station well on time and sat in the train waiting for it to leave…I was all settled by the time the train left Pune Station. There was already a family sitting in there and a guy who was also almost all settled as the others. A girl came rushing just minutes before the train was about to leave. She forgot to get her e-ticket print out so definitely was in great panic. The guy who was already sitting there seemed to be helpful kind and he calmed her by saying that everything will be fine. The family who was travelling also had an extra ticket so they offered her the extra ticket if she could manage. I assured her if she knows her PNR number and has her ID proof, things would be fine. So this how we all tried to pacify her. The Ticket Checker came after sometime and things were all settled. He was a good man!
I am not used to talking to people on my way. So I simply fill my luggage with loads of books and magazines and my M3 Player just to be with myself. I sit and somehow I like to observe things and people around me.
There is huge change as you move from Pune to Jabalpur whether it is the language and behavior of people or the name of the Stations that are between the two places. This is because of this huge regional difference.
I am travelling in a super fast train so it is not stopping at every station but it is scheduled to stop at some important stations and as I am nearing my hometown I am feeling nostalgic as these are the stations that we used to either travel to or cross when going to some places.
I always had the fancy of looking at the lifestyle of the villagers as we pass the villages and the huge fields where they work so very hard. This is something that I used to love since my childhood and that was the reason I always l wanted to sit on the window seat. The fields are either getting ploughed or have half grown vegetation so it is not that beautiful but is not giving that dry feeling as it might have been a month back. The houses of the villagers that are visible are mostly something that we call ‘huts’ but they are so remarkable that they can inspire any painter who does landscapes. The bridges on the rivers are yet another thing that I love since my childhood. The feeling used to be mixed with an incredible amount of awe and a dash of fear. In those days, a small bridge could also sometimes be scary to me. Today also, I crossed few bridges but I was not at all scared but the excitement was the same. Times have taken away the fear but not the thrill with which I used to wait for a bridge or a tunnel on my way.
I am nearing my destination now with just an hour or so left for me to disembark. I am filled with joy to meet my parents, my relatives and my dear old friends who are still there. Oh I am so nostalgic now…

God showed me that he is watching

My childhood friend with her mom and younger sister sister came to visit me last weekend from my hometown... I share a very special bond with her... This childhood friend of mine came into my life just from no-where... actually from Chennai... the then known as 'Madras'. It was a very simple girly school friendship that initiated when she came in my section when we all were re-shuffled for our IXth Standard. Then came Xth, then XIth and then XIIth... bas... now we had different colleges after that. I finished my PG and moved out for my job... she also completed her PG and stayed back for the job of her choice... but we are always in touch... thanks to our Mobile Phones... so the friendship is still on and will always go on...(Touch wood...guys!!!)
So since these guys were around we thought of visiting Mumbai... like they say... 'Mumbai Darshan'... We started the journey early in the morning.... but it was not a great beginning as my friend's younger sis had this pukish feeling even when we were still in Pune... that reminded me of the times when I could not stand a diesel driven cab or Volvo... because I wasn't used to those long travels... so I could simply relate myself to her... but her state was even more pathetic...
I was sitting on the window seat behind and looking outside... since the surrounding was still arid... it did not give me any joy... plus there were certain things that were coming in mind and making me sad... I usually try to keep certain things out of my mind but they 'randomly' get into my head... they were all the more bothering me to the core...
We were inside Lonavala now and I saw this 'Fastrack sunglasses' advertisement on the huge billboard where Genelia tells u to 'move on'... I saw and thought hmmm... nice ad, Genelia looking pretty... good!
We went still inside and then to Khandala... and guess... what I saw... this ad for at least 8 times... (I actually counted...!!) I thought hmmm... lotsa promotion... the glares gotta be kool... and then I was back into the same sinking thoughts...
I was looking out of the window... when I saw a guy in light orange T-shirt... I could not see his face because my eyes got stuck to the caption on his Tees that read 'I want to MOVE ON'... now this was bit strange to me... is it usual stuff or are these some indications... I thought forget it... and after a couple of minutes I was back into deep thoughts... this was making me miserable as I was with such a darling friend of mine and her sis who was feeling sick and I was not getting out of my tensions... thinking this we entered Mumbai... and to my surprise... a person sitting on the backseat of a bike, wearing a white T-shirt had a caption written in bold black font - 'Don't be Miserable'... Oh God... this is not usual stuff... are YOU giving me these indications?
I smiled softly, took a deep breath and then we enjoyed the whole day to the fullest...

Started writing...

It seems I have developed an interest in writing something... something that comes into my head... It's just like documenting what I am observing all around me... or may be some nice, wierd or funny thoughts coming in my mind... I wanted to jot down all this so I started writing on 'Blogspot'. One of my friend introduced it to me.

I called my blog 'Vibhuti thinks' because I think lots and lots. One of my frieds used to call me the 'Thinking Tank'... but sometimes these thoughts are so volatile that they just evaporate when they come in contact with some other thoughts and then I thought this place will keep them intact... so here I am... lets see how it goes... !!!