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Disrupted Lifeline

March 15, 2015 Leave a comment

July 11th, 2006

I was in the 12th grade. One of the most crucial year of any student’s life. College had recently reopened. I was filled with excitement, yet worried. Worried if would be able to make it. Worried if I would get a seat in one of the best medical school. Worried if I would live up to everybody’s expectations.

It started off as a regular day for me. I got free from college earlier than usual, as a few lectures got cancelled. As it was the onset of monsoon, the weather outside was pleasant with light and occasional drizzle. Just one of those perfect days, when you would want to go the nearest cafe, and enjoy a perfect cup of coffee over random conversations with your friends. Unfortunately, a friend of mine was adamant of not letting this happen, as she wanted to go and buy a cellphone. Buying a cell phone wasn’t the problem. She wanted to go buy it from a specific store in Irla, Vile Parle. I tried to argue(d) with her saying how it’s stupid to travel to the other part of the city buy a cell phone. But, in vain. Finally, I gave up and agreed, thinking I would at least get to spend time with my friends. So, the four of us took a train from Wadala to Vile Parle.

By now, it had become sort of a mini-picnic for the four teenagers, as we were not used to travelling so far. Little did we know, we weren’t prepared for how the day was to unfold.

We reached the place, bought a phone, ate in a jiffy and headed straight to Vile Parle station. The train was relatively empty and we were standing comfortably by the door, enjoying the greenery on both sides of the track and talking away in glory.. Just then, we hear a loud noise. And immediately, the train halts, between two stations. Everyone starts wondering, was it some huge cracker? Or was it some noise from a nearby factory? Nobody could even guess, that it was bomb. I peeped outside the train, and on one side, I could see a couple of trains that had halted, just like ours. And on the other side, I could see Khar station. We were approximately 0.5 kms away from the station. It had been almost 5 minutes since the train halt. By now we had heard the dreaded word, bomb, a couple of times. But nobody was sure about anything. We heaved a sigh of relief, when our train started, only to be disappointed again. The train went ahead and halted at Khar station, and it wasn’t going to go ahead. Yes, we still weren’t 100% sure that it was a bomb blast.

We got out of the station and tried to find a bus that would take us home. Every single person on the street was discussing the same thing. We had no option but to believe, that it was indeed a bomb blast. The phone networks were jammed by now. The roads were jammed with vehicles and groups of people who were trying to find their way home, as the life line of Mumbai came to standstill. The train services were stopped for a few hours. The blast that we heard (witnessed), wasn’t the only bomb blast. There were 6 other blasts that followed it.

7 bomb blasts within 30 minutes.

Hearing that, shook us. If, for a 16 year old, being stranded on the road in a completely new part of the city, wasn’t disturbing enough, we hear about 7 bomb blasts. In my mind, I really wasn’t sure if I would reach home that night. I was only thinking about my parents’. I knew they would be scared and worried by now and there was no way to inform them about my location.

After about 3.5 hours of struggle, a bus, rickshaw and a cab commute, I reached home. My mom was in tears when she saw me. She had been consistently trying to call me since 4 hours, in spite of knowing that the phone networks were jammed. I was too shocked to  express or say anything. But I put up a brave face and didn’t cry, so that she would stop crying. I was obviously relieved that I had reached home safely. The news was ON and I sat in front of the TV, besides my parents’. They were showing glimpses of the train compartments, the injured people, the shattered and blown apart body parts, the dead bodies lying on the tracks, blood. I couldn’t believe that I was right there, when all of it happened. As thankful as I was for reaching home safely and being #together with my parents’, my heart went out to thousands of those, who had lost their loved ones on that dreaded day, who didn’t even know that they were seeing their father/ mother/ child, for the last time, that morning. My worry of not getting a seat in one of the best medical schools, seemed like such a minuscule and trivial need after this incident. I was numb.

A day of realization…

September 13, 2010 4 comments

I have realized —

1. I think about people (read: friends and loved ones) way before I do about myself.
2. I expect. Not much, but I definitely do which I think comes naturally and unknowingly.
3. I am irritatingly understanding (blame it on the truckloads of patience that I have), as Manish had once quoted. Now I kinda totally agree with him.
4. Being all of the above is not always good.
5. I need to stop being all of the above. Like, seriously.

I’m standing at the point where I know, which bridges to cross and which ones to burn. Almost. Yeah. So, yay!

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December 9, 2009 18 comments


It’s been a long time now
since you broke my heart
I don’t know
why did you do that
Still have those unanswered questions
I try to be strong
But somehow I still can’t
get you off my mind
Never ever thought that
I’ll see this day without you
Only if you knew how I felt
Hearing your name
Left a spark on my face
Now, there’s pain to accompany it
Don’t know
Why did you have to pretend
Tell me
Should I be sad that you are not with me?
Be happy that you were once mine?
why did you have to go away?

I hope now you’re happy
very happy without me
I hope that you get everything you want in life
But most of all
I really hope that you’ll miss me one day
As much as I do now.

© Aditi

P.S – This poem was written by me just for time-pass. Random thoughts, you see. Nothing’s related to me. 😛
(Considering all the comments this post/poem is getting, I was forced to add this note to avoid confusion)

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Doomsday – Who cares?

December 9, 2009 5 comments

All that you hear these days, somewhere or the other is, “The world is going to end on 21st December 2012”. Is it, really? Do you believe that? I don’t really believe that the world’s gonna end in 2012.


Question (Q): Are there any threats to the Earth in 2012? Many Internet websites say the world will end in December 2012.
Answer (A): Nothing bad will happen to the Earth in 2012. Our planet has been getting along just fine for more than 4 billion years, and credible scientists worldwide know of no threat associated with 2012.
Source: *Got this link from Ashwin.*

And after reading all this, I certainly don’t want to believe about the world’s end or any such thing.

Well, I was tagged by Anubha to make a to-do list of things I’d want to achieve before I leave this world. So here comes the list-

#1- I would wanna do a professional course in Interior Designing. Just like a backup career, that is.
#2- Buy a car and a house for my parents.
#3- Learn some form of western dance. Hmm, Salsa! 😀
#4- Learn a foreign language, probably Spanish.
#5- Tour the whole of India
#6- Travel a Lot abroad. If not a LOT, at least wanna visit the States once in my life. Be it for a vacation or for studies. The focus is more on studies here.
#7- Learn to play Guitar and Violin.
#8- Live by myself once in my life but only for some period of time.
#9- I really wanna slap someone. Actually not SOMEONE. I know exactly who (But, obviously not gonna tell you) Hehe 😀 *So, PLEASE don’t ask me who? *
#10- I’ve 1-2 things more to be included here. But I think this is just not the right time to reveal them now and obviously not here. 😛

P.S – I tag Sanjana, Chetan and Jaya to make a to-do list and post it!

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