A Life Time Journey !!

Before beginning I like to say sorry to all the reader for being away from the blog for quite sometime. I was down with flu and later was having sever burn-out and mood swings that kept me away from writing and reading your blog as well. Its been more than 20 days that I have written something and was wondering what exactly will be my next post. I was thinking it should be something thrilling, exciting, adventurous, spicy, tangy, etc. finally by the end of the last weekend i got something to write which  was as pathetic as abhishek bachchan's 'Ravan'.

Who says our life is not filmy, certainly i know that my life is fully inspired by bollywood. Every road , every turns and every camera actions in life is full filmy. It seems that another big budgeted movie is parallely going with me being the center of attraction. It all started with the movie i saw on 2nd July I hate love story starring Imran and Sonam. If u have seen the movie it was quite spoof all the movies and specially karan johar. I personally like the movie somewhat, it was cool and sweet. Well but thats not the point, the thing is have u seen the climax of the movie when Imran goes to airport and find certain signals thats stop him for going. I thought that was too filmy and cannot be possible in real life but i was wrong because those things do happen in reality because it happened with me.......................


P.S. - Probably the longest post till now. Read at your own risk

2nd July, 9:30 p.m.: I got to know that i have to go to Gwalior asap for business purpose. I booked the ticket for gwalior for the next day.

3rd July, 7:00 a.m. : Came to know that ticket stood at Waiting list 1 and cannot be clear as it was e-ticket go cancelled and cannot even travel in waiting list. I thought no issues lets move to station and let the train come will ask the TT to take fine and give me a seat.

3rd July, 9:30 a.m.: I reached the station, and got to know that train is running late by 2 hour. As i was standing i saw a lic board where it was written "No" and in another board it was written "Go". After spending some time i got to know its again late by 2 more hour and while i was sipping a cold drink it was written on the stall "No LucK, All the best"!

3rd July, 1:00 p.m.: Train arrived and i ran towards the ticket examiner for a ticket but eventually had to come back with no ticket. While coming back to home i thought lets go to Delhi and from there will catch a train to Gwalior. It was a bright humid day i was sweating like anything and while sitting in the auto i saw a board stating "Danger".

3rd July, 9:00 p.m.: After resting for the day i took a state transport bus instead of a Volvo to Delhi, reaching early next morning with heavy shower welcoming me. 

4th July, 4:30 a.m.: Reached Hazrat Nizamuddin station just a min before train arrive and quickly went for a ticket and finally i got a A/c 2 tier ticket to Gwalior. I felt like a war have been won...but i was wrong....coz picture to abhi baki thi.........

4th July, 10:45 a.m.: Reached Gwalior and was burning like a coal mine. The scene at the station was looking quite different as it was full of crowd as compare to regular day. Not thinking much i went out of the station took a cab and went to hotel.

4th July, 11:10 a.m.: Reached at hotel 1 and got to know that no rooms are available felt bad but was ok move to 2nd.

4th July, 11: 25 a.m.: Reached at hotel 2 and the result was same.

4th July, 11:35 a.m.: Reached at hotel 3 and again the same result. I was wondering what exactly is going on. How can there be no room in city like Gwalior which is not a tourist space at this time of the year. I asked a local person and he dropped a bouncer on me stating that "You wont be finding any room in any hotel as there is a government exam and around 20,000 students have come and its been occupied by them".

4th July, 11:40 a.m.: Yes, he was right i did not find the hotel. No hotel from the range of Rs.100 to Rs. 10000 was available on that day. Sun was smiling at me with harsh heat and still no sign of rain. I said to myself koi nahi..will move to work directly from here...

4th July, 12 p.m.: call the concerned person and he dropped a second bouncer stating that he is busy in meeting and will be able to meet me after 6. It means still 6 hour to go.....

4th July, 1 p.m.: Wandering here and there like a lost tourist and after asking going here and there finally i found the only mall of the city. I thought lets hit the movie and then for a lunch and it will tick to 6. As i enter the ticket counter the only movie which was running was I hate love story and the only good place to eat at the mall was mcdonalds. I hate both of them....

4th July, 5 p.m.: Finally 4 hour passed, in these 4 hour i took 10 rounds of the whole mall, came to mcdonald twice and just ate a single mcveggie. :( Its hard to kill time was wandering like a lost soul with no purpose...

4th July, 6 p.m.: After walking for an hour i reached the destination and finished the meeting. I walked down the lane because i need to kill the time.

4th July, 9 p.m.: Reached the station to take a train which ever come so that i can reach Delhi, My legs were paining, My lids were shutting and above that Gwalior station was full of Insects which was eating my flesh as if it was a strawberry.

4th July, 10:02 p.m.: First train went, no seat.

4th July, 11 p.m.: Second Train went, no seat again.

5th July 2:00 a.m.: Third, Fourth and Fifth train went still no seat. It was the last train that was coming then no train for six hour s and it was already 5 hours me standing at platform no.2 waiting for train and started feeling as if i am employed as coolie.

5th July 2:01 a.m.: Finally i got the train, without confirmation with paining legs standing near the washroom. What a smelly journey.

5th July 2:30 a.m.: Finally God saw some pity and i got a seat as a passenger was getting of at Agra. Thanks God...Who say Gods not there..He is there finally he came into action.

5th July 7:00 a.m.: It was raining heavily as train enter the busy Nizamudin station. I was the last person to wake up and leave train. I was still walking like a sleeping man. Suddenly my eyes halted over a board and all i got a shock of my life. It was Monday 5th of July , it was "Baharat Band". I said not again....


5th July 4:30 p.m.: After resting for 7 hours at my cousin place , i finally boarded a Volvo to my destination. Thanks to this bharat band.


5th July 11:00 p.m.: Tired Legs entered the home, slept like a baby for whole night waking up early in the morning and getting another shock..Its been raining heavily and its a flood situation out there.....


This was the one of the many journeys that i have traveled during my 2 and half decade of life. Hope you know y my name is Mr.Lemon and why this blog is called Masalla Lemonade.


One thing i learned  from all this..."Zindagi ek Safar hai and we are the Sufferers"...he he he


It was really a thrilling experience.