My little adventure! :D

If you ever sat with me in the mess during meals, chances are that you have heard this story (maybe more than once! Sorry! :D ) And if you were sitting nearby, chances are that you still heard it! ( Sorry. Again). Because I'm so proud of doing what I did that I can't hold back my happiness and enthusiasm!

So, almost a year back, with the end of second year, I said goodbye to my old room- Q-11, packed all my bags-shifted some to the LCR, experiencing a range of emotions - the gratitude of finally getting into residence (again), joy of the things gained, lessons learnt and friends made; regret of things undone and lost. The relief of going back home.

Destination - New Delhi railway station.

How to get there?
No idea! The cab failed to turn up!

So here I was, standing at the Rudra Gate, with my 3 heavy bags, wondering how I am going to catch my train.

For someone who discovered the Hindu college stationary shop and even the SBI ATM in the second year ( because my haunts were restricted to Gwyer Hall and Kamla Nagar, I failed to notice what was right there,under my nose!), the situation was a little scary. Metro was still an unexplored entity, more because I found them claustrophobic and the fear didn't go away until recently, when I made 'relatively' more trips using metro ( i.e. I had no other option but to travel by metro, because it was the fastest and the most convenient mode of transport available) .

Still, I made a move, carrying my luggage. The luggage was like quicksand around me and I was quickly disappearing! I reached the main gate, was looking around for an auto when a kind rickshaw waale uncle asked me where I wanted to go and suggested that I should go by metro. (God bless him! :D ). Unable to think of any way to avoid metro now, I gave in.

Metro Station. Ticket Counter.
The guy at the counter looked at me (and the luggage), smiled and asked -
"Zyada nahi ho gaya?"
 Me - "hain?"
He - "Zyaada nahi ho gaya?"
Me - "hain?"
He - "Saamaan zyada nahi ho gaya?"
Me - "hain?"
He - "kuch nahi"
I heard the words, but I somehow didn't understand them then. The fatigue did that to me I guess.

Metro. In the train. Comfortable ride. People looking at me with amusement, sympathy and wonder.

New Delhi metro station. Being that close to my destination made me a little happy until I saw a flight of stairs.
A FLIGHT OF STAIRS.
I felt as if I was standing at the bottom of a deep pit, and had no hopes of making it to the exit without fainting.
But, life doesn't come with many options, right?
( I was not aware of the lift!)
Climbed the stairs, slowly but steadily. Finally made it to the exit. Threw the bags on the ground, panting and sweating. A man comes up and asks if I need a coolie. ( You don't say? ). I tell him the train and we proceed to the station. As we walk, I realised that the guy was not wearing the porter's uniform, nor the badge. (-_-') Tired that I was, I was afraid that he might run away with my luggage. I was holding on to one of straps of the bag he was carrying, in case he decided to run away, I was planning to stop him somehow.

Thankfully, none of that happened. I boarded the train. Reached home safely.

Bruised shoulders, a feeling of liberation, a sense of independence, an experience and a story to tell - these are the things that accompanied me home. :)