Monday, June 29, 2009

This Day, Three Years Back...

Today I reached Mumbai. Today I faced the monsoon in Mumbai for the first time. I could not sleep last night. As I left my home, left it long long way back. By rail it is 1932 kilometers. Dad is with me. But I can feel the time is running fast, running out. Boarded on the local train for the first time. Landed at Belapur station, not realizing that Kharghar is a different place altogether. Then one great auto driver decided to do his job as it was raining heavily every two minutes. We went to college directly, then to the hostel warden’s place. My first glance of the college was its name on the front and two big trees surrounding it. It still remains in my mind when I think of ITM. I was not happy for a moment, as time was running out. I got my hostel registration done and the college bus took me to my hostel. I got the fifth floor which also happens to be the top floor. Dad came with me, saw the flat, was impressed, but was not happy with the fact that 6 of has to share it. The day was normal, I came back in a flash with my Dad and stayed put in his room at ITM guest house. Nobody won’t believe that I was sharing a single bed with him for 3 days, just because I do not have to go to a place called ‘hostel’. Actually when I analyse, I find that I never had a problem staying in a hostel, just that I never stayed in a place where I did not find either Mom or Dad. Mumbai was just too far for me to reach them if I miss them, or if I am sick or if I just want to be with them. Back to 29th June. Time was running out. Too fast. Day ended. I went to the college, saw the crowd, canteen and the office. Left the classrooms ;) Came back to the guest house with Dad, roamed a bit in Kharghar with Dad. I just could not leave him for a second. Yes, time was running out. Time was running out for me as I could stay only 2 more days with him. It was not tough for me. It was simply impossible. I mean how could I leave him? I broke down uncountable times at uncountable places. But dad was rock solid. I know he can not afford to be weak in front of me. But so strong!!! Take a bow Dad.


And three years passed. I am looking out of my window from my office to the same station complex where I got down from train. Now I am working on the first floor of the same station, but with few more features added to me. Emotionally more stronger, better prepared for monsoon, a better understanding of Mumbai and a polished sense of humor! But I still remember this day. And the next two days. The day dad left me here and went. First day in college. Mumbai darshan. Lonavala trip. Yoga classes. Boring lectures. Canteen food. Chatting on the LP. Hiranandani market. Friends. Memories.


And Dad, I miss you.

4 comments:

rakhi said...

subbs this is awsome yaar....

well i bebelieve that if any ITMite reads it will get moved by it as it really reminds me of ma 1st day in ma college ... same thing had happened wd me. however the DATE was different n instead of DAD my MOM was there wd me......

even i had never ever stepped out of ma home... however HOSTEL was also good....n ITM tought me many things....

when we were in college we used to think that when we will get a job n when we ll go out of college however after getting a job n moving ahead in life i wish to go back to that life.....

Subhajit said...

That's quite true Rakhi...

Lincey said...

We rarely conversed in last 3 years, but it seems you miss BBSR a lot. So we all can expect you to come back here sooner or later.... or am I wrong?

BTW an emotional post....can feel it.

Sanat said...

Ro mat mere bhai...Pehle bata diya hota... We could have visited you ;)

You cried??? Oh God!!! What has happened to you. You come home this time, you need to undergo the rules of our group again.