Ohh my dear blog I apologize not to be in touch with you for the last one and a half months. I can't tell you how much I missed you in those days. Whenever I felt alone and my soul wanted to desert me, I remembered you. I realized your importance in my life. But now I am quite happy to get you back and hope that I will not lose any sort of touch with you in the future. You have become my heart throb and I can't let you go away from me.
Let me share all my experiences of the past fifty days. As my end semester exams were on . I took my dinner with Rahul and Atal in 'Sahara' and came back around 9:30 . I was in good mood and was going to prepare for the exam scheduled for Monday. My cell rang up and it was my dad’s call. I clicked the button in the same way as I usually do and told “How are you papa?” He said “Sonu aaj hamen goli lag gayi….. (Sonu! Some goons had shot me today)" and after these words every thing had stopped for me for a few seconds. Instead of losing my consciousness, I managed myself and asked him, “do I need to come immediately” but what a great man he is!!!He said in a sophisticated way, "Everything is all right and just concentrate on your exam". I know what a terrible and traumatic time it was for me here in Kharagpur; I was writing my examination papers and my father was on a hospital bed. On 30th Nov my exams got over and I left for my home on the same night. I reached Agra on the morning of 2nd Dec.
It was really disheartening to see the state of my father's right hand. The bullet had pierced the right hand above the elbow. Though the accident was severe but doctors were amazed that it didn't cause much damage, only skin at that portion had been damaged and the bullet had made a wound which was healed by a simple operation led by a surgeon who later became a very good family friend.
I spent most of my time with my father at home and discussed many things about life and career. I found a great change in his thinking and behaviour. All the time I could sense a kind of fear and caution in his voice but instead of showing it, he used to make us laugh.
Apart from spending time with my father I visited few places. I went to "Fatehpur-seekari" with Rajul, a friend of mine. It is an ancient city and very famous for “baba chisti ki dargah (Tomb of Chisti baba) and Buland darwaja". It is only 35 kms from Agra. I needn't explain anything about the city but one thing I would like to tell is that I met a guide who was nearly 10 years old. His name was Mahrab. I asked him about his school and family. He was studying in fifth standard in a government school. His father had expired long back and he and his elder brother fend to their family by working as professional guides. I was highly impressed with the way this 10 year old boy was talking and dealing with us. He charged only 10 Rs. from us but made an everlasting impact on our hearts. Mahrab is not getting any quality education but he is a confident boy.
I also went to Kota to meet my brother. I stayed there for three days and taught him mechanics. One interesting incident that happened during my stay in Kota was that I met Rao sir who is now the director of Narayana coaching institute. As I had been his student, he insisted me to give a guest lecture to motivate the students. When I entered the class I was literally shocked to see around 100 guys sitting there. I hesitated initially but soon after I over came my nervousness and spoke fluently and continuously for an hour. It was a nice and overwhelming experience for me. As some years earlier I had been one among the audience and some other iitians used to deliver the lecture. When Rao sir taught us, I never used to ask him anything and now I stood with him in front of those 100 students. The respect that I got from those students was very satisfying. I'll never forget this experience easily.
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