The Yellow Butterfly

Ahh..there were all packed and coming back home... Reached Chandigarh just on time for the train. A visibly relieved Noon, our Baghdadi sent tour friend sat down with us after settling us all in the train. The dabba was in a mess. Stinky, messy, dirty. We had been lucky to get a brand new freshly painted dabba on our journey to Chandigarh. Already a bit sleep deprived we sat together hoping to catch a wink... Most of us got up after the afternoon nap before the Delhi station came in. The Delhi sun was too soft to ignore the Delhi cool winds. Hoping to find something hot and better than the watery chai some of us got down on the station. Nothing in sight. Just some chips and the normal tits bits sellers. The train was going to halt for some half an hour in Delhi. It was 5.00pm then. Hiten, Heena and I determined on finding something good to eat walked along the train. We remembered buying hot masala corns on the same platform while on our way to Chandigarh. Ahh.. t...

After a lot of jumping and fighting and dancing around for in the name of the third year industrial visit(i.v) we did go on one! To the never touched areas by the students of VES we the 2009-2010 batch went to Chandigarh- Shimla! As we got off the Ambala station and got into the seats( i specially got into the right three seaters so that i could get a view of the green mystic river on the way! And would get the first glimpse of the snow mountains.) I was happy to go to Himachal to what i consider my second nature home! I was in a dancing and a bubbly mood that i would see the snow claded Himalayas after a long city life. During the four hour journey i slept through most of it. People puked. I slept. People sang. I slept. SOmewhere happy to know that i would get to see a better sight when i opened my eyes. Kalka went by. No river. Ahead we climbed on the windings. No river. 3 idiots had surely fooled me. No green big river on the way. Although this was my fourth visit to himachal i was ...