A longing of around 4 months at the job i don't think really highly of.. sigh.
It was a chaotic week- the administrator and the bus driver both refusing to pay the toll tax, both being deprived of the last penny in their pockets by my company and by the bus contractor, respectively; someone from our otherwise "well-behaved" staff swearing at the poor souls at toll tax counters, holding them responsible for the delays and the long queues encountered while going back home at night; the next morning lecture from the senior-deputy-general-manager ( sounds like a kin of shehanshah-mohammad-jalaluddin-akbar, huh!) for arriving late and myself just ignoring him like I ignore the stray dogs barking; lucky draw at the site to lure the fleeing contractors (as if they just got an alternative for timely payments to the contractors, huh again!) and last but not the least cricket matches taking place at the broken or rather non-existant pitches of our construction site, maybe to lure the staff from fleeing- haha! Really, I am waiting for the day when I will break free from this Kingdom of Senselessness and Negativity!
Well, the moment finally arrived- it was one of my best friend's wedding. And the 2000km journey by trains and buses and don't know what couldn't supress my joy and enthusiasm of finally meeting my family, my best pals from college and ofcourse her.
After a stay of a day at my home, I set out to attend the wedding. The train tickets were already booked and we friends were excited about travelling together. During the journey, we talked of the old days which seemed to us the best days of our lives,the girls at the college, the crushes and the affairs. Those were sweet days indeed. We talked about our lives now and future plans and how our lives had turned 180 degree all of a sudden after college. We talked about how the 'lalas' in Punjab always marry off their kids so early and the same was the case with our buddy and where he will go for his honeymoon and how many kids will he have and what will be their names (we were doing the family planning on his part, funny things we do). We also discussed how many pegs or shots we were plannning to have at the bar during the wedding. While everyone was pre-determined to drink till they die, I kept insisting that I will limit myself to two. The story unfloded differently later though.
Before, our conversation could conclude, the train stopped. Even the breeze was reminiscent of the wonderful days we spent here, in Punjab, during our college. Took the autorickshaw to the hotel, checked-into the rooms and the party began..
Sweet were those days, atleast the part I remember..