jammutavi

After this i got my computer back from the vendor i find some time again to ruminate over some of the instances which are quite noteworthy.

So it was a couple of year ago i happened to be in Pune after the college was over. I thought before going to home i must clear my head of farewell frenzie. And Pune didnt dissapointment me at all. On the pretence of attending a mass communication programme at prestigious symbiosis i packed my bag and hopped on Garib Rath! - the infamous train to the famous destination. I sat on the allocated seat and found enough crowd to pass the time. Faces- different ones. Dark,tanned, clear , fair and pale- Wrinkled Old ones, Clear young ones , sullen faces, bright faces. Every face had a story and their conversation giving me a glipse of their seemingly same but different lifes.
Trains have a story every time i got on ; especially long distance ones. Jammu Tavi is one of them. How can i forget that Punjabi old lady from Haryana. When in Jan we headed for jammu and Guptaji asked a very innocuous and rhetorical question-" Jammu wich dhand kitni hogi?" The the woman bearing a sikh knife and white Kurta replied coyly " Munde bohat dhand padiya si". I dont know why that simple answer give me a lot about her life. When we did a lot of talking about chandigarh and other places. We helped her with her luggage. When she left us; she said something amazing. " puttar kabhi ludhiyana aayo to is address wich jaroor aana." She gave the V-card of her son which i put in my wallet with an assuring smile to the old lady. When we got down at some anonymous station before jammu. I saw people were picking up 'mooli' from vegetations. I took out my wallet to see something and i caught some view of that V-card. It was like this-
" Late- Harpreet Singh
   Ludhiyana Hockey Team '05
   20- jalpari colony, vasant road
   Ludhiyana"

It was her son, her only son she was talking about all the time. About how he is a super hockey player. She told me that he the best in Ludhiyana and since he is playing a match so he cant come to pick her up from the station. She did all the talking about her son to the point which made us bored of him. The guy who was already dead. And i could not guess for a single moment about that situation.
I remember i felt a huge lump in my throat to the point that i was not able to take anything inside. I felt what was that; why it has to happen that way and so on. I saw the face of horror . I understood what can be the definition of loss. Someone you love so much that his or her presence or absence looses the importance and ...................

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