
It all started on 1st august2003, the sky was covered with thick black, rain-laden clouds, and one cud sense that rain was around the corner. There was hurriedness around, and ppl were not too keen to meet the rain gods in the open. The over night journey didn't leave me with much of energy and to add to that, i had to change the bus in mid-way that too in a place where i had come for the first time and i had no idea abt the local language(still don't have) !! the heavy bag i was carrying was making matters worse !! anyways, i asked few ppl abt the address where i was supposed to go. Thank God, the place wasn't too far. The moment i entered the building, and enquired where i must report, the lady at the ground floor directed me towards the third floor. The bag was now getting too heavy to carry, so i left it in the safety of the Guard who was standing at the building entrance, with the hope that the humanity exist and would exist, in the form of my bag, wen i wud come back.
The third floor was ur typical admission office, lot of boring and mundance faces, staring at u as u walk around. After exchange of few qstions and answers, i reached the person who wud now carry me through the whole process. And then began the paper work, so much for our love for red-tapism !! While i was busy with the work at my hand, few more souls arrived on the scence. Soon, we found out that the purpose of our visit was same and we were co-destined for the same future. Sometimes the most boring of works, like filling of forms, could turn out to be bearable, and even interesting when done in a group. Soon the chattering began, not much to the liking of the person who was incharge of this admission forms. Her face was saying it all, but she chose to avoid the usage of words, which worked fine for us and we continued. Soon we got acquainted with each other and fringes of friendship began to appear. Once i was done with the form, albeit it forced me to make many a visit of lady concerned to get my doubts cleared bcoz i knew, if i err on this one my future cud be spoiled, i know a far fetched imagination but at that time i was not eager to flamboyant my chances so i stuck with the safest of routes even if it meant asking some idiotic questions and earning the ire of the lady; i took leave of the "junta" with the hope to see them soon which didn't take much time to get realised.
As the elevator was going down, i had just one thing going on in my mind, my bag. The very thread of my trust in humanity, my belief in the goodness of world then had hinged upon that bag. I knew that if it went missing, it won't only mean lot of trouble and discomfort for me but would leave me with a blot on my psyche against humanity, goodness for my whole life. 2,1,stop, door opens, few people get out,few people get in,door closed,going down,G,stop, door opens, i get out and take a left turn, my bag supposedly lying four steps away from me. On seeing the same 'Guard', the flame of hope began to burn brightly and once i saw my bag lying safely at the place where i left it, the belief of humanity and goodness in me got bolstered. It aint completely Kalyug yet !!
There is something special abt money. No matter how much damn u give to it, but wen u have to give it to someone else, it doesn't leave u with a happy feeling, if not sad also. And here i was to deposit 66,500 rupees, huge amount of money by my standards any day. The cashier, again a lady, asked me for the draft or the cash. i had none. i offered to pay it by cheque. Then she handed me a paper giving details in the name of which the demand draft must be made, also giving details of the account number where i must transfer the money and for either of this to realise i must visit the nearby bank. I told her abt my tiring journey, and how i hadn't yet got freshend-up or eaten anything since morning and she should take the cheque and forward it to the bank and should took pity of my condition. And If cheque bounces she can cancel my admission. But no logic, no statement was enough for her, and she said, without any ambiguity, that if i wanted admission i must make a visit to the bank. So there i went again, leaving the bag once again in the custody of the good hearted "Guard" and also taking directions from him to how to reach the bank.
The bank wasn't too far, and that gladdened me. ICICI Bank. ICICI has revolutionised the modern day retail banking concepts and have brought a new wave of professionalism into the banking world much to the comfort and happiness of the customers. And somewhere i was going to become a part of that revolution. The bank was a bustle of activities. I didn't know whom to go to for getting my work done. I asked the lady(once again!!!) sitting at the first chair about where to make cheque deposits so as to get admission. She directed me to another chair, a man this time. I told him the same, and he asked me to give me the cheque. I gave him the cheque. He took a look at it and then asked for the PAN No. "PAN No.", i said. "Yes", he said, "PAN No.". I said," what PAN No. ? " He then thot for few seconds and then told me to meet the branch manager. so i went to meet the branch manager. i told him abt my problem and that i was being asked for some PAN No. Then he told me that for transfer above 50,000 in a single day from a saving account, u need a PAN No. I told him that i dnt have any. Then he came up with an idea," deposit 36,500 today and 30,000 tomorrow", and smiled at his little moment of brilliance. But i was in no mood to buy it, and told him tht i was leaving the town by evening so all this transfer had to be done by that day, somehow or the other. He said," that won't be possible". And then I Lost IT, and made him, and the people nearby, hear some not so pleasant words and asked him to come up with some thing or the other to get my work done. He looked flustered, probably bcoz of my reaction which he quite didn't expected like that. Then after few moments of thinking and silence b/w us, he said,"i will accept the whole money and wud show as transfers in two days, and will give you the transfer receipt to furnish at the university office". Now that was his moment of brilliance, but he chose to ignore it, i guess that he was still not able to come out from my little moment of fury.
Once done with the work at the university office, i was asked to report to the college to complete some paper work there and also to take the hostel room, if i desired so. My bag was still lying comfortly at the same place, though the "Guard" was missing wen i came back to took it. I would have liked to thank him. I found out, again by asking ppl, that the college of my concern was at some distance, although a walkable one but with such a heavy load on my back, taking an auto-rickshaw(universally known as auto except in mumbai where its called rickshaw) seemed more logical. Once i reached the college, i won't say i was disappointed but neither it left me with a glowing eye. As i walked up the stairs, i had this strange feeling, sensation inside me, i still have no idea what it was, may be my first walks of college life and I, at that moment, walking all alone in that corridor. On reaching the admission office of the college, i was once again asked to fill out forms. ( you just can't escape it). But things moved faster and smoothly there and i was soon directed towards the chief warden's (of hostel) office. On reaching there, i was ushered into his chamber without any delay. A Sardar. Cheery faced, wearing glasses, turban headed, looked like an easy going man. Well, then started some customary talk and after that i was asked to fill up a form (once again, there was no escaping it, even now) and to deposit money. Once done with all that, i asked whether i could have a look at my room or not. "Yes", was the answer. So i left for having a look at my soon to be home away from home. The place was in a mess, whole lot of construction going on, the scene there didn't really left me with much of "kodak" moments, but the people working there told me that the things would be fine in 45 days wen i would be coming back to this place. I hoped and prayed for the same.
All work done and tired by all of it and weight of my bag, i took an auto and headed straight for a hotel. I dnt remember the name of the hotel, but it wasn't much and i soon crashed into the bed once i was behind the door. It was 6 p.m. wen i woke up. i had not eaten anything since morning, and my tummy was burning with hunger. And the bus was to leave at 9:30, so not much of time left in my hand. I got freshend up and chekd out of the hotel. Then an auto took me to a eating point near the place from where i was to catch the bus. Had 5 aloo parathas and a glass of lassi which finally succeeded in quenching my hunger. Period. As i sat there in the night, sky thundering with lightning though still no rain pouring down but the chances if it had loomed through out the day,waiting for the bus, i thot abt the place, looked around. This place was going to be the place where some defining moments of my life would happen, some good and some bad. i knew at that very time that this is a special place and the life here, the journey here is going to be once in a life thing.
I was brought away frm my dreams by the horn of the bus and it was time to leave. As i watched through window the beautiful town of Manipal, not so big a town, in the midst of Western Ghats in Western Karnataka, I was imagining my life that i was going to spend there for next 4 years, my college life at MIT(lesser known as Manipal Institute of Technolgy), new friends probably some for life time, hostel life. The water drops falling on the window looked like the points on a canvas on which i was drawing my imagination, and without me noticing it the sleep beckoned me and i drifted off to sleep.