Once
again, I am at Delhi’s Anand Vihar Bus Terminus; yes, the same Delhi which most
of the time fills with hot, humid, Pollution and irritating touts who ask for
Auto or Taxi then fool you demanding surplus money. But I take DTC bus for Nizamuddin
Railway Station in 10 Rs ticket. Sun is rising behind the cluster of huge
buildings. What an irony, in metropolitan cities sun comes from behind the
buildings. Inside bus, everything is in super mess due to office workers and
students. I reach railway station in half-n hour where I cross ocean of
passengers to find out AC waiting room. I drop my sack on empty seat and turns
to washroom meanwhile woman sitting next says – washroom is unclean and
stinking without water. But as it’s nature’s call so I have to go. When I entered,
it was seriously stinking. I already have many weird experiences about Indian Toilets
so somehow I managed. I have to wait long for train so I roam around station. Filth,
dirt, garbage and ocean of crowd making it hazardous. Railway announcements are
echoing everywhere and in displaying on large screens as well. I pass 2 -3
security checks and reach other part where I found a cafeteria. I sit there
with sip of much needed coffee. Spending good time, I back to waiting room where
passengers of my train have started to come.
A family, a
couple, couple with newborn baby. Mother of newborn baby is very smart. She
entered into room and starts doing everything quickly along with giving
instruction to her husband, which he follows like a good child. Poor guy taking
care of baby and attending his office calls too. A woman with her teenage
daughter is next passenger to enter, who sit next to me. Girl has all the new-age
tantrums like she has smart phone, on which she is calling, messaging, chatting
on whatsapp and updating profile on facebook. After finish, these serious things
she comes to her makeup and starts from hair. She removes 1 hair clip 2 hair
clip 3 hair clip 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10……….21, 22, 23, 24 and so on... I am amused
how she had managed that much pins on her head but she did. Anyways now it’s
time to study so she keeps out Arundhati Roy's book 'God in a small things'. I could
not stop myself asking her - why you reading this book ? Her straight reply
comes - this is bestseller book written by famous writer. She only knows this much
about book and writer.
My waiting
time passed with these sweet and small stories. I move to platform where train
comes after 10 minutes delay and everybody ran like anything. Anyway, I am the
first one, who entered into compartment then two young guys enter. Last entry
is old couple, who are carrying a factory of luggage and now adjust it
everywhere in our compartment, next compartment and next other compartment too.
Sweet lovely people need everything to survive for few days. When everybody adjusted,
lady introduce herself then we all follow her. Now I came to know that one is
army guy and second one is singer and couple belongs to Meerut. Couple and army
person are quite talkative. Singer is less talkative. I am happy that someone
on this earth is less talkative then me…
Train crossing
through Delhi’s slum but from yellow glass of AC everything looks amusingly tremendous
though reality is just opposite. One after one train crossed many stations and reaches
Ballabhagrah, a small station of Uttar Pradesh. I remember this station coz
architect of station gave me hunting feeling which I saw in many horror serials
and movie. Anyway lady start questioning and first is me – what you do ? I
answer looking out from window – journalist. Why are you going to Pune ? For
Ganesh Chaturthi Festival. I start watching out. now it’s army guy turn – where you from ? what
you do and why are you going Pune? Bunch of questions together. Guy reply – I
am in ARMY posted in Leh and going Pune for transfer. He is beyond his
personality like he talks like Haryanavi but belongs Jaipur and worked in Leh
now going to Pune. Before singers turn comes, he move to upper berth and lay
down. She is still talking but no one is there to listen…
Everybody
come together when lunch arrive. Couple is still chattering. Suddenly singer
look at me with smile and offers me his curd saying – my throat will caught
cold so can you take this ? I accept it with pleasure and big smile. When ice cream
arrives, he offered it again. I ask him – what singing you do ? classical – he
replied in short removing hairs from his face. I went Delhi for music test. He
smiled and went to his berth. Train is in full speed and has been crossed a long
way. I wanted to sleep so everybody went off to their berth and don’t know when
I fell asleep. T.T. came and woke up us all. We are now in Kota, Rajasthan. Topography
has changed. Rocks are all over as Kota is famous for stones. Now all come
together except singer…
Scenario
changing quickly. Now it’s all green everywhere, no sign of drought, as I came
to know that due late rain drought is everywhere but might possible that few
rain gave life to earth and it become green. I saw a woman working in field below
scorching sun wearing bright red long skirt, yellow blouse and long red scarf
on her head. She is looking beautiful amid of green field but thought shakes me
that they do such a hard work then why they get suicides in result. They should
have to be prosperous but no, they are not. Scene changes quickly and small
thatch appears on screen. This always gives me feel of live movie. Inside
compartment old couple still busy in chatting with Army guy. Man have habit to
say ‘you understand you understand’ after every sentence or sometime after a
word. Its evening and I can see sun set and all become beautiful red then
become dark in a while. Now it’s dinner time. Singer again gave his curd to me.
After dinner soon all fall asleep.
Mid night
I woke up when, train stop in station it dark all over. Train is also in silent
mode I also lie down. After 2 hours, all are wake up. We are in Maharashtra and
place is Lonawala. It’s rain, fog and green everywhere. I saw small mountains,
stone roof houses and people wearing local dress, men dress is similar to my
hills. Between these, I reach Pune…
My Marathi
brother Prayag is there to pick up me with whom I went to my room where I will
stay for next few days. Its early morning and city is still sleeping. I am sure
as day will come city will also get ready to run. I am hungry so Prayag take me
into restaurant where I first time ate Maharashtrian dish Missal Paw n coffee.
Crossing huge buildings of metro city, I reach to my room. Prayag drop me there
and tells that I can attend Ganapati Sthapna Ceremony at his friend’s office. I
got fresh and went to his friend’s office…
When I reach
her office, everybody was ready to take Ganesh ji from shop which is also a big
function. All office works walking with band and shouting GANPATI BAPPA MORYA.
Whole city is echoing with this phrase. I think whole Pune is going to take
their own Ganpati Bappa according to their status. My group is singing, dancing
and enjoying. When we reach shop, I amuse to see different type and size of
Ganpati. All shops are pack with customers. We took our huge Ganpati but before
taking him out they did some rituals and cover Ganapati’s face. My friend tells
me that face would reveal after completing more rituals in office. All set up
Ganpati onto Truck and move beck to office with same passion and enjoyment…
In office,
they establish Ganapti on a decorated place where priest is waiting for further
ceremony. He starts worship, which goes almost hour or more and after completing
all rituals he uncover face of Ganapti. After scrutiny of Ganapati face, everybody
has their own opinion like face should be like this or that day face was not
like this or statue should be little more big or color should be like this and
so on. I move off from there now as Prayag is taking me to city for more
Ganapti Pandols…
Continue…
