The Journey began..
I was standing near door.. heading to Trivendrum for my training...The train
was about to leave the stations.. "A" was sitting inside on seat, his
parents were equally worried, as my dad but trying hard to to control their emotions
... Mothers are weak in this act and so is "A"-s mom... Vijay and
Mandar were looking at me..helplessly, Yatin - My brother was confused about
how he should re-act.... I didn't know..the next two months were going to make
the everlasting impact on life..The journey was beginning of an eternal love story. Raj and Simran's love story
I don't believe in
word "LOVE"... but these two people have been
raising question mark on my belief ever since we cross each other first
time....
We were
sitting in the TV room, not many people were there as most of us were
tired of long journey.. I saw a new face was sitting in TV room. I
remembered Hotel manager had told us that a new joinee is going to
join us. When I entered the room, two unfamiliar eyes glanced at me..and again
fixed on TV. I took a seat, started watching TV. In next few minutes few of
batchmates started enquiring her and I got a brief idea about her. She was
Simran...
I don't know how the
journey of three years in TCS has seen the changing form of relationship
between me and Simran. It started with calling her by name... to addressing her
"bhabi". Raj has always been my close friend and I consider
him one of the best guide when I face any kind of problem in my
life. He was always been one of the best guy in our college. Knowing him is one
of the things I cherish in my life.
It was a rainy
night. We were sitting in the corner room on 2nd floor, 5 of us including
Simran were discussing about the assignment which we were supposed to submit
next day. Suddenly in the middle of the discussion, I saw a shadow near door. I
realised Raj was outside room. I signaled him .."What". He was
little ackward to enter the room and was calling me out. I was bit reluctant to
leave the discussion, but then I gave up to Raj. I had manage to avoid giving
up to Raj on only one topic, which we used to discuss in my room late night
while sleeping, when he and "A" used to dril me over that
topic.
I came out, asked
him what's wrong. He pulled me towards the other end of floor near stairs. I
kept on asking what is the matter.. He was very tensed, nervous, panic and
confused. I guessed something was wrong. "Nikhil, yaar yehi hai wo... this
is She." "What?? Raj, tu pagal ho gaya hai kya?? tu kyaa bol raha
hai, muze kuch samaz me nahi aa raha." "Yaar main Simran ke baare me
baat kar raha hun.. Muze lagta hai, jaise muze chahiye..."
" Tu kya bol raha hai Raj, arre tu kuch bhii bol raha
hai...." "Nahi yaar ...tu samaz na yaar.. tuhi muze samazata hai ...
Main bol raha hun na..yahi hai woh... " Suddenly we saw Simran was
coming out of room and trying to speak on her cellphone. We quickly sat down on
stairs, I was wondering why Raj was so keenly what she was talking on phone.
She was speaking in Gujarati. I had no clue on what was going on.
I remember how hard
Raj has worked to get into one of the best B schools in India, how Simran has
been managing the stress and problems which almost every other boy/ girl face
in love marriages. It was a perfect match. They both are so genuine, so affectionate.
Was it the God's wish to meet these people from all over the world, from over 7
billion population of the world.??
Day by day Raj was
more and more nervous, introvert, silent. I and "A" were clear that
with this speed and approach things would not work out. There were many others
busy in being so called "guardians" of girls group. I and
"A" took up the role to break this castle to make way for Raj.
"A" had been quite shameless and expert in making thing obvious, made
this task comparatively simpler for us. We used to make strategies and plans to
bring Raj and Simran together. There were many incidents when I was so worried
that Simran might come to know about our plans. Raj managed to break the ice
and started talking with Simran. A parallel love story was in making which made
us focus our strategies on these two pair simultaneously. A few out station
trips helped us to help Raj to make friendship with Simran.
Working in TCS gave
me opportunity to observe Simran -Raj story closely. It was sheer brilliance of
Simran that she never shown what she was going through. But I was quite sure
that it was not easy for her to handle things. She was in my office along with
7-8 other collegemates. Raj used to visit our office whenever he came to
Mumbai. I remember managing things for Simran when she and Raj went to roam
around. Seeing them together was always a pleasing and nice thing. We all used
to pray for their marriage, their happiness.
Happy times in
Trivendrum started decreasing with the news of allocation. Raj was posted to
Banglore and Simran to Mumbai. We all were hoping to get back to Mumbai and
everybody has his or her own reason but in deep inside everyone was aware that
not all will be posted to desired location. Two separate locations for Raj and
Simran was big blow. I saw Raj crying like small kid. For him now there was one
more reason to be sad, cause he had to spend time away from Simran, specially
when they were just accepted their feelings for each other. It was very
surprising yet pleasing to see Raj taking Simran out for dinner on last day of
our training. Hats off to his romantic ideas and efforts to make it memorable
time for both of them.
Time flew with its
own speed and god made sure Raj and Simran sailed through the ups and downs of
life. We all friends are a witness of their journey. Raj made into one of the top
b-school of our country while Simran continued working in IT industry. I was on
seventh heaven when I heard the news of their marriage. Raj was looking AKBAR
BAADSHAH in groom's attire. Simran was looking equally beautiful. Seeing them restored my
trust on god. Yeah knowing their story will definitely make us believe in him.
His plans are far superior to any of us, very unimaginative yet brilliantly
managed.
A new journey
begins..
