And back again...

We went to Dimapur station to find 2 waiting rooms booked for us (as i told u we were treated like royalty).Without much ado i flopped down on one of the beds reserved for us. 2 days without sleep is too much for any man to bear.wonder how many people in college do night outs before exams. i woke up in time to board the train to Guwahati and right after i got into the train, i slept.
after much prodding from our Logik i woke up to see myself at Guwahati station. still feeling groggy i got down when at 4 in the morning the jolted me out of my slumber telling that our train was canceled. due to floods in Orissa. Chaitanya ditched us at this crucial moment and went off with his friend staying there and i was left alone with our Boss(tat was what his shirt he was wearing that day said). As he was in a hurry to get back we prepared ourselves for a cross country tour spanning the breadth of our country right from Guwahati in the east to Mumbai in the west.
Logik made me sit guard his luggage as he ran off to get tickets for us.after disappearing for hours together he came back gleefully informing me that we are leaving that day and lo, he handed to me a ticket for the general compartment!
Logik found us seats and it all seemed ok when a bunch of sadhus climbed into our compartment.they jostled for seats and suddenly i find myself sitting in half a seat with a blind old sadhu giving fundaes about the qualities of a sadhu to no one in particular. the whole place was a mess with vegetable vendors dumping their bags on the ground, people sitting right on your feet, people grunting and shouting at each other in some unknown language, vendors selling all kinds of crap foods(which we had to eat, as we had no other coice).The toilets, the sinks were not even spared as people crowded these with their bags and sometimes themselves. sadhus shouting "Har Har Mahadev",and smoking bhang in the dead of the night , a man eating right off
dhoti, an old women raving at me for god knows what reason, a married man raving about how he got another married woman pregnant...God knows how i stayed there for a whole day.
the next day in Patna i was sitting in the hell hole wondering how long im going to stay there when i heard my name being called. lo and behold there was shalaka (who taught me Assamese folk remember?) and her friends. they told us that they had extra seats and in a few moments we were running away feeling liberated as if we had just escaped from prison .
The rest of the journey glided past and for the first time in my life i found the sleeper coach extremely clean.the journey to mumbai seemed so short as we played some arbit card games, held a raging debate on carbon cresdits(i just remembered having vaguely heard about it somewhere so wasnt too eager to display my lack of knowledge) and before we could say Spic Macay there was Mumbai.
the next day when i was seeing Logik off at the station, we both looked at each other and said"dude,what a trip!"



in memory of:
1)livika,,merianna ,sumsum:3 naga kids who were showed how wonderful and friendly naga people are
2)the general compartment:)
3)the clouds of Kohima
4)the Bramhaputra:what a powerful thing..seen to be believed
5) Upendra songs
and finally to a girl whose dad belted her for talking to me:)