At sealdah station

As the days passed by, possibilities of spending a nice vacation in some Manager's Bungalow in the midst of a tea garden began to raise excitement in me. Little did I have any inkling about the way we'd have to spend our nights!

Somebody was arranging our tickets to Dooars (course, there was no Rly station named Dooars--but nobody was sure of the exact railway station we gotta get down, let alone the name of the gardens we'd go).

And nobody was sure whether the tickets were bought or yet to be bought.

Nobody was sure whether to take mosquito nets or drinking water.

Nobody was sure who was arranging the whole affair but everybody was sure that Priyanka knew everything.

All these uncertainty suited me fine . As a matter of fact I rather like this type of situation where nobody knows anything but somebody knows everything.

It helps me to become a part of nobody & have no responsibility either.(To be able to blame everything, in case the program goes astray, on that somebody is a bonus).

I was the only person going there without any purpose & I am sure nobody except that very somebody were in my league.

A thoroughly professional setup.

& why not?

All of us were professionals (either medicos or Engg.)

The professionalism showed up at the Sealdah station when the medicos cellphoned us for help with their their heave luggage of medicines.They gave their location outside sealdah station with such a degree of precision & professionalism that it did put any GPRS system to shame.

Jonaki, the only sensible non professional member of the group, took our luggage to her custody & myself & Priyanka set out an elaborate plan to bring the medicos with medicines in time to the train (which was already put to the platform-& 30 minutes left).

Finding them was as easy as "Finding Nemo". We struggled to make it to the platform with the load of medicines.

15 minutes to go.

Professionals demanded to carry those luggage themselves across 16 coaches to the front of the train. ( we had now our own luggage,hitherto under custody with Jonaki, additionally).

I had to intervene.

Whats the fun if we can't board the train?

when a porter settled everything to our seats,there were only 5 minutes left.

Now I discovered that we had 3 empty bottles to take care of our thirst.

Basically I am very skeptic. I doubted their arguments about the power of empty bottles.

Ran with Kaushik & Parikshit to the nearest stall & got 6 bottles of real water.

Cameback running & then discovered to our horror that Kaushik didn't return with us. He is gone for something only Parikshit knew & that too outside the station.

Fanatical distress call to his cellphone from all our cellphones only crashed the local tower.

But he came back. Apparently he changed his mind on the way.

Time for Dinner.

I do not like to insult Jonaki by repeating here about the Chicken Curry she brought.

Time to sleeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeezzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzp.