Suhaana Safar

The students going to Wisconsin from Mumbai had a meet at Dadar, but more of that later (Probably never). But it was the return journey home that is worth mentioning here, mainly because it turned out to be a damp squib (To put it figuratively).
Here’s the journey in a nutshell (Basically because I’m not really in the mood to blog right now):
1. Left CCD (Café coffee day, for the uninitiated), and headed to the Dadar TT bus stop.
2. The road was unnaturally full of people.
3. A couple of buses went by, and were so jam packed that a sardine can would be like a penthouse.
4. Hence, we decided that a train would be a better option, and proceeded to Dadar station.
5. The FOB (Foot Over Bridge, for the even-more uninitiated) was so jam packed that the sardine can that seemed like a penthouse now seemed like Antilia. (Mukesh Ambani’s under-construction home, for the more uninitiated than the even-more uninitiated).
6. Hence, the travelling by bus idea didn’t seem so bad after all. Back to the bus stop then..
7. Still more people, more crowded buses, and goddammit, no taxis available either. This time, we decided we will go back to Dadar station and get a taxi to ghatkopar.
8. Dadar station. Bloody taxiwallahs refused to haul us. “Aage paani bhara hai”. Really? With the sort of rain that would put even the Atacama desert to shame? Really???
9. All hope lost, we decided to walk (yes, walk. Did I mention we were at Dadar?).
10. Walked till king’s circle. Didn’t see any sign whatsoever of the “Bhara hua paani”. Spotted 92 LTD. On the road. Now that goes nowhere near my house, but took it none the less.
11. Alighted at Chembur naka, cursing under our breath. “Paani bhara hai it seems… where??”.
12. Decided to take a rick home. But the day wouldn’t end on such a bright note. Even-more bloody autowallahs refused to haul us this time.
13. Walked till Chembur station. Suddenly spotted 382 LTD. “this one goes to Powai, Gandhinagar. Get on!” I said. My friend ran toward the bus. I resigned to the fact that I had to walk it up to my place. “Hang on.. this bus goes to my place too”, so I ran behind my friend who ran behind the bus.
14. Got in the bus, got down at Chedda Nagar, cursing under my breath. “Paani bhara hai it seems.. where??”
15. Got home.
16. Ate
17. Slept
18. Blogged this article