A WeekDay Trip

All of a sudden ,under distress of the increasing daily pressure in work , I decided to go with the decision of my friends and said yes to puja.

A trip on a weekday is very unusual for me and hence caused a lot of dilemma that whether I ll get the permission to go or not, but at last I went for the trip.

Rising early in the morning ,I was in full of energy thinking of “no office” on that day .Hastily I got myself ready and went for Puja’s home where Chandreyee and Partho were there to join the trip.

At sharp 7 we bid adios to the fast moving city life which was ascending from the long winter nights. Our white ambassador was passing through the unprepared markets, by lanes, crossing the beeping yellow signals, amidst the morning joggers, to the highway in search of holiness and sanctity leaving behind all day common pressure striving out from the artificial metro smiles and perishing bottles of wines.

The small villages that we passed by, numerous milestones indicating and showing the limitations of the never ending roads, grazing cattle ,scantily dressed young boys playing and running around the fields with joy and hunger for the day, some running and following and chasing our car, honking sound of our ambassador were adding to our chummy discussions we were having after long days. Discussions were well knitted among the past college life we spent when suddenly my spooky and ghostly stories overtook everybody’s attentions. I narrated the experiences I had when many long days back I visited a natives place situated in the northern part of Midnapur. But scaring people at 10 ‘o clock in the morning was obviously difficult a task and I surrendered joyfully when I failed to do that.

Soon our car reached to the haven area of Kakdeep. Our driver parked the car on an empty field and we set sail to the sacred delta of west Bengal called Gangasagar.

The vessel took us to the next shore in around half an hour and we unloaded ourshelf in a frolicsome manner and rushed to our next car, a White Tata Sumo. Loading our back packs onto the car we were all anticipating the fringeless sea of the place. The milestone indicating 30 Kms was taking our toll . In the meantime puja was affected with seasickness . But soon as we reached and settled down ourselves in the Guesthouse, she was all in good state and every one of us were lightheartedly greeted by the guesthouse people. Anon they served us with the breakfast and then we headed to dip ourselves in the water of the shrine and sacred Ganges.

Trouble arise when I announced that I forgot to bring a spare dress. At first, every body busted me that how can forget after hundred reminders they gave to me. But in my own I knew that I deliberately did this because I presumed it to be a back water and hence will be knee deep. But when I reached to the beach I wondered with the idea I was carrying myself from kolkata.

On contrary It was an excellent sea with a very few people surrounding (due to off season) and under the glowing sun and hot sand our naked feet were thrusting our body to run and drench ourselves with the cold water. At first I was bit reluctant and prevented my knee high portion from the water. But next happened when every one started splashing water on each other and then I could help to protect only my chest high portion. Then suddenly from back Partho came and crisscrossed his leg under mine and then I was not able to survive from this imbalance and fallen down on the water completely drenched and thereafter standing bombed !

But this helped me in getting overcome from the fear of getting douse and left myself loose to the mother nature and to my good friend.

As time was limited so we quickened ourselves and left the sea to our next nearby destination – The temple of holy saint Kapil muni .It was a mesmerizing temple but greatly affected by the temple vendors selling flowers, pictures and various offerings to the holy god and goddess. We settled with one and after giving our prayers we headed again towards our guesthouse.

Trouble arise when I have left with no clothing options and needed to dry myself as well. I managed my T-shirt to dry in the balcony of the guesthouse. And left rest of the clothing to get dried by them selves.

Hastily we got ready and went straight to satiate our hunger. The food arrangement were excellent consisting of all delicacies and was actually very savory.

The heavy lunch was inviting me to have a nap in the winter afternoon but it was only a day trip plan and we have to rush ourselves to reach the to the port .On the way the hanged my T-shirt out my window to get it dried .The glistening evening sun was a miracle for me and dried my T-shirt completely.

We boarded our vessel in time and headed straight to occupy seats at our earliest. Then again I got my seating in such a way that our we were sun faced. Again this journey to the next shore helped me to revive my soaked jeans.

Soonest we were in our ambassador and started to leave the shrine of Gangasagar. The evening with the hint of darkness were bidding farewell.

The difference existed in contrary with the milestones showing in reverse order, the fields and villages were galloping back from our speeding car. The dim headlights were vaguely indicating the distant lights appearing under the shrimp view of city, soon passerby started increasing and markets were full of men trading their day over.

We all reached to our respective places and when I was entering my home I noticed that my clothes were completely dry with marks of arid sands which recapitalized each of the happenings of the day and turned into memoirs of our life as a sudden “Weekday Trip”.


















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