Leaving Home for a new Place

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Its been a long time I have posted any of my updates here, last time when I came here I was in Delhi but now I have moved to a different place - Pune. Arti from MyYatraDiary asked me few days ago where I have been ? - I replied I need some inspiration to write here maybe I have to read her Blog.

The new working place has a great initiative that they provide you Books to read[ have a large collection like Flipkart] without paying a penny to them, the first Book I had chosen is The Biography Of Steve Jobs by Walter Isaacson. As I am going through it I had this sudden urge of writing again and here I am back again and hopefully for sometime.

Leaving home was difficult for me, never lived without my family. 30th of June 2013 I boarded Rajdhani Express to Mumbai with heavy heart. My Parentt, Sister and little Niece came to see me off. As the departure time came near I told my family to leave[they were more emotional then me]. I kept standing at the gate of my Coach as they left with waiving hands , I came back to my seat after that and sat, the guy sitting in front of me asked straightforward to me that are you leaving your home first time ? Maybe he sensed something in my eyes.

Train started moving and I called my Father to ask have they left station ? He told me they again came back to see me but the train had left, that made me feel very very sad. 

But then I consoled myself that everything would be fine as  I always do, It was my first stint in the Rajdhani Express which I had purposefully booked as I would get Chance to travel in it also I would have kept my steps on soil of Mumbai too although I was bound to Pune.

The person sitting in front of  me started conversing with me and I with him, we both exchanged where we were heading to, he was from Chandigarh and was working with an IT MNC in Mumbai. I chatted a lot  with him and also asked how it is like to live without your family. Time passed very well with that guy.

As I was going Pune to join the new organization I had all my certificates and education documents in my backpack[ purposefully kept there]. As I went to sleep I kept that backpack of mine with me, I even wrapped its straps around my hand so that no body could snatch it from me.

During night I remembered the train passed through Rajastan and Gujarat, never been to Gujarat [another state added in my visit, well kindof :) ] Waking up early in the morning it was raining outside and we were somewhere in Maharashtra. Arrival time of train at Mumbai was around 10 am. I could  see Coconut trees outside  meaning  coast was near somewhere. The terrain looked very different from what we are supposed to see in our northern part.

I could see water everywhere even boats too and rivers that were going towards sea, even some of the coastal areas could also be seen. As time passed I could see Mumbai local trains passing on the parallel tracks. People looked bit different like we see in Television typical Maharashtrian.

We were passing through some suburbs of Mumbai and the scenery outside there was very sad and depressing [ as at most train tracks]. Deep down in my senses I started to ask questions to myself - Can I survive here where nobody knows me ? How I will adjust without my family ? again this made me  like crying and going back. But I have to again console myself. 

I could see stations passing where I have never been before but I have heard most of their names Santa Cruz, Bhayangar , Dadar, Borivili, Andheri and many more suburbs of Mumbai. Finally Mumbai Central came where I had to get down. I stepped out of the train looked all around with my luggage and moved on to find a taxi to Dadar from where I will be taking bus to Pune.

Moment I got myself into the taxi I felt little better and fixed myself to its windows and focused my eyes to what some people call City of Dreams.

I will continue to jolt down my experiences here in Coming Posts :)

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