That Day Was Not For Me!!

That day to everybodys surprise at my home,I woke up early at 7 am. Each one staring at me like they had seen someone strange buddy wondaring in the house. I was hardly taking care of their unusual looks as I had to rush to college for my final practical exams. I was in haste to make me ready showing complete displeasure to the early morning exam timings.
Test was at 9 AM and as usual I stepped off the home at 8.30 as my bike was taking at least 30 mins to reach the college with the nearest poosible route. My route to the college was one of the busy road in the city and through my last two years of expirience I had got good command to drive my vehical from the heavy traffic. I raced to my friends house with whom I used to go to college. That day he also added 5 mins to our journey.We were really late, too late. It was common for us to bunk the first lecture for not being in time, but we had not yet tried it for final practical exams,infact we did not want to try it. I was started imagining problems we might had to face for our late journey . I was using my best skills to drive the bike as fast as I could through the pick traffic hours. We had just crossed about half of the distance and Bang!! What Happened? An elederly man wearing helmate on scooter dashed our bike. Thank God neither of us were injured but right side indicator of bike was broke into number of pieces. I was the only culprit of the incident because of driving wrong side to avoid waiting on traffic signal. Suddenly we saw affected body rushing towards us with a furious looks and we had made ready ourselves to hear some harsh words .As err was from our side there were nothing to say for us other then 'sorry'. As the person came closer we realised that his shoulders of shirt became multilated as he had silpped on the ground. He looked like a typical government servent. As he took off the helmate we were clearly able to see the angry man. His choler towards us was fully valid but we had no time to spend as we were alrady late. We apologised by neglecting his harsh words and made our way to college. The incident was wiped off our mind as this was bit common thing we found while driving through heavy traffic.
We reached college. We were late. That day was not for us , we thought. Luckily we got entry in the class room without any reluctance from lecturer. As we were about to finish the written paper, a body flashed in front of our eyes. For a minute I was standstill and speechless. Oh my God! That day was really not for us, we confirmed. That was the same man in accident who was the external lecturer for practical. Expression on my face was like I had seen any nightmare. I was tried to hide myself against him though I knew it was of no use. I had to go in front of him for viva. I had lost the hope to clear test. I was thinking myself as the most unfortunate man in the universe. As my turn is coming near and near my heart is beating faster and faster and my facial expression becomes more and more complex as well. I was helplessly begging for God that my turn should never come. As he announced my roll number a thunder cracked in my heart and I knew that it was all over. When he saw me,he was terribly shocked with same tempestuous looks on his face. When we sat face to face I had no dare to look in his eyes. Only thing I could see was his multilated shoulders.

Life In Metro

"Mamma I am OK. Don’t worry" I said ghastly.
"What happened? What happened there to make me worry? Where are you? " a series of questions bombarded on me from the other side of the phone in a shrieked voice.
"Switch on the TV and the picture will be clear to you. Network will be down soon. We will talk later. Don’t worry about me. I am in as much safe position as one should be in such conditions." I replied immediately and cut the line as my other roomies also agitated to rush their homes by voice transferring instrument, one of the great invention by Alexander Graham Bell. I was sure that my mom must had lifted up the TV remote with quivering hands.
It was the incident when I was on the training of my first job in Bombay. The Date was 11 July 2006 and you might have predicted the deadly disaster. But still for those who hate the word 'GK' like me, it was the serial bomb blast which rocked suburban trains in Mumbai.
That day luckily we were released early from the draggy lecture from one of the senior person in our company, which was lasting since last four days and we ended up thinking that concluding day of this irksome speech would be most probably last day of our training. All the words form that elderly person were beating back from our mind with as much repulsive force as two strong magnets have. Everyday we ended up in gathering lots of questions marks in mind, for which I could not found the solution till date. We were just apathetic audience for him and nothing more than that.
On the way to Company’s Guest house after training, various ideas crowded in our mind to utilize the valuable time we got from training. At last perception of some guys that, they had not crossed the line of any shopping mall since many days, won the battle and finally we decided to make a move to the shopping mall nearby railway station. We decided to spare minimum time in boarding to have more time for shopping and enjoyment. We were just making ourselves ready to belt along outside the house, one of us switched on the TV to make him update with the latest news.
"Hey Friends Come Here Fast. Watch this" he was shouting and gasping like he heard roar of tiger in a lonely jungle. We cast our eyes on the monitor and we remained breathless for next five to ten minutes. The expressions on our faces were so frightening that I could not explain in words. All of us were continuously staring at the TV without blinking the eyes. The thing that scared us and made house pin drop silent was the flashing Breaking News 'Serial Bomb Blast Rocked Mumbai'. Every channel, everywhere it was the same news! The news channels were apologizing for telecasting it live without any editing. We were taking the advantage of as usual competition between news channels to display the latest news to update ourselves. Lots of questions were popping up from channels regarding safety of the financial capital. One,Two,Three....our heart was beating faster and faster as blast counts was increasing finally it stopped at seven. Seven Bomb Blast, for the boys in early twenties who had seen the blast only in Hindi films, still when I imagine that situation it shivers me. One of the Bomb Blast was at ‘Malad’ which was just the next station where we were living. If it was just one station before, that baneful noise might have reached our apartment. We were speechless, we were horrified, we were frightened. Then just then one of us suggested to inform parents about our safety. We start dialing? But what happened to phone? No network? Connection failure? Oh My God! Network might have down as millions of people from the world were trying to connect their relatives, friends as we were. At last we found one of our cell getting connected, one by one we had informed our home about well-being status in as much brief as we could. We were shivered more than the people who were helping the victims, we were seeing in news channels. We were just saved by 15 minutes. Thanks for the god who made clock tickling at same rate. Then no one has dared to step off a single step outside room. We were Panic, horrifying and sad imagining the situation of the victims. Lots of unlucky people had lost their family members, relatives, friends etc.
But from next day itself, people started traveling in the local trains as if nothing had happened. Every channel was appreciating the courage of the Mumbai Public. But was that their courage or need?