New Beginning :)

I am off to Mysore for my job tomorrow. Feel Nervous, Excited.Blank. A variety of emotions playing in my mind.I don't know what's going to happen in the next 3-4 months.That's the reason may be of me being Blank.

I'll have to leave my city too.And when the city is to be a place called "Mumbai" ..it's doubly hard. I don't think I have to go on about what I feel about the city as you guyzz would know what I would miss. But more than that the thought of me living in a completely new place puts me in a tizzy. How would I manage that? Why can't I have things done of me? *Confesses in a way* :D

In a way independence is good. Not in a way...Independence is good.Period. :D...Away from home though is never easy. Though the country would be the same ...the environment would not. But there will be new people, new friends to be had, probably a new me :)

All my bags are packed I'm ready to go
I'm standin' here outside your door
I hate to wake you up to say goodbye
But the dawn is breakin' it's early morn
The taxi's waitin' he's blowin' his horn
Already I'm so lonesome I could die

So kiss me and smile for me
Tell me that you'll wait for me
Hold me like you'll never let me go
Cause I'm leavin' on a jet plane(on an express train :D)
Don't know when I'll be back again
Oh babe, I hate to go :(

John Denver~~ What a song! and how apt!

But alas I have to go :(

Cya....Chalo All the best bolo sab :)

Tryst with an Elderly

P.S :I initially thought of describing my trip to chiplun over the weekend ,but that was untill I returned back home yesterday.Thought this thing which you are about to read will make for a more intresting post.Just to say,That Chiplun is a wonderful place.It wasn't chiplun exactly but a 2 hour ride from there,I stayed in my mama's Quarter in RGPPL (Ratanagiri Gas
and Power Pvt Limited also known as Enron or Dhabol)It's hard to imagine that such a place existed just 5 hours away from a cramped city like Mumbai.

"JanShatbdi 20 Minute Late hain Sahab",Ganesh our pocket sized driver informed us.We had arrived early at the station and now we had to wait some more ...TING TING TING Yatri kripya Dhyan de....That probably repeated for the 10'th time and pissed me off...Finally the Dadar bound train arrived and as luck would have it I got a window Seat.I bid Mami Goodbye and as the train left the station,a voice from the adjacent seat caught my attention....Ki Bangali ??....Huh!..Naam ki?...Anurag ...Anurag ki ??Bhattacharjee ??...Well not really...Ohh well ...He said,You Can Call me Tamboli...Like in Bengali there is Ganguly..Likewise I am
Tamboli..Hahahahaha...!! Now Since there was no good book or a mobile in my hand (Some kinda Sim Problem :( ,I was'nt that pissed off...This 3 Hour journey would'nt be that boring afterall.The Man in Question would have been in his 50's ..Probably Mid or late 50's...Had a Slightly bad body odour,not that distracting....Kauthay Jaache ??...* Now seriously Non-Bengalis
should'nt try speaking the Language,they make a Complete mess*...Panvel Uncle ...Had to show some courtsey and so counter-Questioned him ...Thane,he said..Actually I am going to Nashik for my son's engineering admission !!..So what did you see in Chiplun ??...Marleshwar,Ganpatiphule..You did'nt go to Guhagar Beach ....And so he took out his nokia and began to show me all the pictues and videos of that place...Chai Chai..Will you have some ?? You people eat this,don't you,hahahaha ..Gave a half-smile to that old silly joke...No Uncle,Thank-you !!Arre Doh Chai denaa...Ohh Well ..Free mein hain toh why
not,I thought ... :P

Our Conversation Continued about Engineering,it's benefits,Various Colleges around Navi-Mumbai,about my hobbies and about Kolkata where he was apparently posted as an officer in the army.When he saw I was starting to get a little bored he said,almost in defence...Kya hotaa hain,When you Travel you converse with different kinds of people...this gives you two things...Pleasure and Information...and the best part is that you probably know that you will never ever meet that particular person ever in your life,hahahaha...Ohh well that's so true !!Then he picked up his mobile and dialled at his residence....Arre Chaitanya...Mazaa Barobar Ek Third Year Cha Mulgaa Baslela aahein ...Tujha Kaay Tari Doubts vagere asel tar tu Vicharoo Shaktoh ...Ohh Great..I Have to play some sought of an Engg-Agony Uncle here...Gave him some sought of "advice"which I,myself wasn't sure off :P...Finally after three hours of "not that bad a journey" the train approached Panvel....Abar Dekha holo...Holo naa Uncle Hobe ...Ho-be,Ho-be ....By the way...My name is Tamboli...Just Remember Ganguly....Hahahaha,he Sighed off.