deepakchowdhary

Coming back from home is never a good feeling. But as it is said that all good things come to an end, so did my stay at home. These 4 days in Delhi were really relaxing. After a month long gap I got to go home, took a leave on Monday and made it a stretch stay at home. Apart from being at home witnessing Delhi welcoming winters is another experience I didn’t want to miss. Delhi is beautiful in winters and it’s not only the weather but the people in Delhi who add a flavour to Delhi’s style in winters. I must say Delhilites are the most chic in winters. Men are smartly dressed up in there jackets and pullovers and women of Delhi needless to say are the most pretty kind of their species across. But in winters one just can’t ignore the designer shawls and jeans which add a new dimension to winter clothing. Roads look neat and there is a totally fresh look to otherwise rugged Delhi. Seeing the young crowd at bus stands reminded me of my college days and made me feel so guilty of not having enough fun. But I guess that guilt would remain no matter how much more fun I would have added.
Then at home though I was tied up with work on the first 2 days but still being pampered to the fullest with my regimen and schedule is something which can happen only at home. I got a hair cut and took out all my winter clothing. I had to meet a friend but she was too busy with work and I didn’t want to push it and be a cause for her discomfort. I hope we compensate on my next visit.
Another event which has become a more of a routine on my visit back home are the latest soaps which is making my mom glued to the television. I get 2 view points on each daily soap, one from my mom as to how good and nice storyline it is and second from my dad cribbing about the same story line and how it makes him miss the cricket match and news. I wanted to ask my dad as to how different is news from daily soaps but I left it for some other time.
On every visit I get to hear all the family gossip and sisters college gossip as to what is in fashion in DU this year and how left out I am on it….hehehe….I love both of them a lot.
Dad would enquire about my health and how am I doing at work. He would restrain himself from any personnal questions but I am sure catches up with all the gossip about me later from mom.
Then the morning comes when I am suppose to pack and come back to Ludhiana. These mornings are not the easiest as I can see tearful eyes of my mom and sister. Dad with a typical straight face coz men don’t cry…….
Shatbdi which is from Delhi to Amritsar is always full. Somewhere I never get a place to put my luggage no matter how less I have. It is so irritating to see bags of the size which can hold a man comfortably placed on the racks above and my tiny little suitcase has no place. It looks as if they are laughing at me with disdain. There is always an anxiety to know who would be my companion in the journey. May be a young damsel going to study at PAU Ludhiana, might be a business women going to the business capital of Punjab or a hot NRI babe coming back to Punjab…:P. But nothing of that sort happens with me and its not these species don’t travel on shatabdi. At station you would see the most amazing girls waiting to board the train; after all it’s a train which goes to Punjab.
So I settled at my seat C2-30, next to a gentleman who was in army. Anyhow the man was gregarious in nature and we had a good discussion ranging from Indian cricketing woes and criminal politics. He was from south and we had a journey down the memory to IIM K and beauty of it. Suddenly our banter was disturbed when one of the bags fell from the top on the southie. He was too polite in the way he reacted to it and didn’t say anything to the owner who was having a giggle. May be coz the owner was a 24 something beautiful female. Then when we ran out of topic I went to sleep and was woken up when somebody threw a stone on the glass window next to my seat. Luckily it’s a double glass protection window in Shatabdi and it left a perfect piece of modern art with crushed glass and a symbol of India’s social behaviour. I landed in Ludhiana and rains welcomed me to work. Had a long day at work and I am sure I would get grip of the things soon.