SCENE I- Ronson
I always thought that going for a trek would be great fun. The wind, greenery, rain and cool breeze blowing, what more could one ask for! But Khandala was a day I shall never forget. Khandala is a hill station in the Western Ghats in the state of Maharashtra, India, about 3 kilometers (1.9 mi) from Lonavala and 7 kilometers (4.3 mi) from Karjat.
I’m not saying that it was a fun experience, I’m only saying that it was an experience I would never forget. Now believe you me, if you were along with us, I would not hold it against you if you want to kill me at the end of this story. Right, let’s begin, shall we?
First of all we guys (unfortunately no girls wanted to join us as they thought we were all crack to go to Khandala during the rains, but that’s apart from the point) all decided to meet at Dadar station. So my buddy Craig, his friend and me all met up and reached Bandra station and jumped into the first train that came onto the platform. As luck would have it, another friend whom we were supposed to meet, Ronson, was in the very same compartment we jumped into. Now you know Ronson, forever the over acting member of our troupe, he felt the compulsion to break the day with not a ‘Good Morning’, but with rather a sarcastic remark pointed toward moi. He said, “So Alvito, got a job as yet?” (In my younger days, before I was fortunate enough to be able to join SFIMAR, I was unemployed for the most part of my days)
Bloody bum! How dare he refer to the fact that I was still unemployed! So I did the first natural thing any red blooded male under threat would do, I turned the tables on him. (Before we proceed, you have to understand that Ronson is not your typical BScIT-ian. I simply say this due to the fact that he kept on giving KT papers for ‘who knows how long’). So I say, “So Ronson, passed as yet.” I could see the grimace on his face, slowly being to turn into a smile … and then a laugh.
So to cut the long story short, we finally made it to Dadar at 5.46 a.m, only to find out that the train left the station at 5.45. Ahhhhhhhhhhhhh. Now what do we do? Well, under such disastrous circumstances, we did the only logical thing to do…. Started complaining and walking up and down the platform no. 5 at Dadar station.
SCENE II- Introduction Santu
Background Information: Santu is short for Santan (not to be confused with Satan!) whom I like to call Zidane, simply because he used to be bald and also played great football.
As we were roaming up and down the platform, we run into Santu, who is with his cousin (both of them were going to join us on our trek). So, to kill time, Santu and I started to chat about the food that he brought (he had bugged me the entire previous night about how he is going to bring this simply superb chutney and bread). But, then again, if you know Santu as well as I do, you would not have been surprised when he said that he was unable to find any bread in any shop so late in the night or early in the morning for that manner, so he never brought the chutney either. This trip was turning out just GREAT!!!!
Now the six of us on the platform wanted to know when the next train was. On finding out that it was scheduled at 6.35, we decide to go to the east and take the bus instead to Karjat. So we got down on the east side of the station and started walking to the bus stand. But as luck would have it, as we reached the bus stand, it started to rain. Damn it! We decided to not risk getting ourselves wet in the rains so we went back to the station again.
Continued in Part II