Sunday, 07 December 2008

• CAT journey is over.

  When you buy a travel ticket to a certain point, you are 100 percent sure of reaching there.

  However there are some journeys where in the chances of reaching your destination is less than 1 percent. The ticket sales of this journey have ended and hundreds of thousands of students are anxiously awaiting the results to trickle down.

  And I am also one of them. Journey I am talking about is CAT2008. I attempted to complete this magical voyage twice and still in dilemma.

  Not being blessed with an extraordinary intellect. Lets say I was among the hopefuls rather than the achievers. I first gave CAT IN 2007 during the last year of my graduation. After attending the coaching classes and taking up the so many mock tests, I was brimming with confidence. I got shocked of my life when I saw my results. I had not even touched the 90 percentile last year. It was a major wake up call and more importantly a “back on earth” feeling that left me numb and shattered.

  Anyways today I don’t want to make you more emotional on my sad journey of CAT. Today I decided to share some precious moments that I have spent in meanwhile of all this drama.

  This year my CAT CENTER was in Chandigarh. And we decided to leave one day before D-DAY. I was with Rhea and lucky (name changed). We all were IN the same bus.

  But before that, a darn drama happened. Unfortunately Rhea got in the wrong bus (not her fault, actually she is so innocent). The bus slowly down to crawl, and the conductor, sticking his head out of the door, said: “hurry then! Tell whoever is to come quickly.”

  Meanwhile I and lucky reached the bus stand. She called me and told that the bus in which she is sitting left the bus stand. My reaction was like “oh GOD!”

  On and on went her thoughts as she calculated and recalculated, planned and replanned…….she was more scared not because she boarded the wrong bus but because of long boring journey. Then she collected her courage and a small voice was heard shouting in the bus; “Stop the bus!! Stop the bus!!” with a tiny hand raised commandingly.

  Atlast  she get down the bus and came back to bus stand by foot to restart her journey for the D DAY.

  Now she was feeling more relieved as we also. this time Mr. lucky was supposed to get the ticket from the ticket counter (as I am not that much efficient in this case).  We boarded the right bus this time. The conductor blew his whistle twice and the bus moved forward with a roar. But sad thing was that we did not get the seat. There was only one seat on which I was sitting. And I gave that to Rhea( as I am generous guy or have some pity for helpless).

  At that time I was thinking that why should we stand when we have paid for a seat??

  The bus stopped and some of the new passengers got on, and conductor got busy for a time. I was surprised how he was making his way in between the herd and he was frequently moving to and fro in the bus. In the meantime I plug in the earphone and lost in the music but the bumps were fetching me back from my dream world.

  Rhea is sitting with an elderly woman. Although this journey was painstaking but she elaborates her plans she has made for this. Firstly she was resisting every temptation to buy peppermints, toys, balloons, and the like, and finally she broke out on all these. I knew her better but in this journey I came to know her best.

  She has a strong desire for food. When she is typically hungry, she can eat 10- 15 chapatis in one go.  I was perceiving that how difficult it had been for her to control her devouring devil desire.

  As lunch time was drawing near, we dig our bags for food. We had 10 parathas in all. I thought this amount was more than sufficient for us. Firstly we ate one one each. And I and lucky were full after eating one one each. As I left the food a dishonest smile glows on her face, she thought now she have 8 more parathas to eat.  

  Now she was eating in her full form like Sahwag hitting the century against Pakistan. She finished all the parathas, all pickle, etc. in only 10 min. it means her average rate of eating one paratha is less than one minute.

  Eating something was very funny to Rhea. She laughed and laughed until there were tears in her eyes.

  Apart from her devouring desire there some more interesting thing was also happened that day. At one stand a little buy boarded the bus. He was a singer. Singing was his only livelihood. When he approached me for money then I directed him to Rhea as she was our boss and all the decisions will be reconsidered by her.

  The little boy was looking with so much expectations in his eyes at Rhea.

  She asked him to sing a song. He was singing fabulously. I recorded that song.

  I will upload that file soon.

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