Once upon a train

There were two wide eyed chatty girls moving away from home for the first time. Their daddy dears accompanied them to the then happening city that was Bangalore. Settling in to a new hostel, shopping around for essentials and getting to work first day was eventful but what followed in the years following was even more interesting. Coming from backgrounds that could be called traditional or conventional both these kids were caught between wanting to be ‘good’ children to their parents and being ‘independent’.

Among the long list of firsts, was the first time they decided to go watch a movie with colleagues from work. On the surface one may think “Big deal!”. It really was for these green kids. So the night before the day they were to make this foray into adulthood they thought and talked and discussed and thought some more. One said “What will parents say?”. The other said “We are grown kids now. We know its just a movie.” “Should we ask them?” queried the other.”No point bothering them with unnecessary worries.” reassured the other. “Do you think it is OK?” persisted the first. “It will be fun. Plus its just guys from work. What is the worst that could happen? We are going and coming back together.” said the other. So on and so forth went the discussion till they fell asleep dreaming of movies and popcorn.

Over the years, many movies later this is one memory that they still talk and laugh about. “Remember the time we watched Dil To Pagal Hai?” she asked me. “Of course I do. Can I forget?” I retorted. We smiled and and nodded absentmindedly. Our thoughts back in 1997. In a hostel room strewn with clothes and our minds exploring the shades of gray. I often wonder if that was a defining moment in our lives.

I would love to hear from you about what your defining moment was. Silly or otherwise.

2 comments

  1. I think my defining moment would be buying a saree for my mother for her birthday from my salary. Like you have mentioned I was also brought up in a conservative background by my paternal grandmother and mother. No pocket money, no outing with friends. A big “THADAA” for everything and anything. Even after taking up a job I was not given the permission to spend as I wish. The cheque had to be deposited in my bank a/c and I cannot draw money. But one month my salary was given by way of cash and it happened to be the month of my mother’s birthday. So I was thrilled. I got my paatti’s permission to buy a saree for my mother’s birthday and again I was not allowed to go to the nearby Nalli by myself. I was escorted by another paatti and I got the saree. I was so happy and scared what my mother will tell. I got a saree for Rs.1000. My mother was very happy but she also scolded (little bit) for having spent so much money and that too without her permission. But it was worth it.

    Thanks Laksh, for giving me an opportunity to think about it again.

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