I had to catch a train at 2:20 and I was still in the campus at 1:35.I was late and blame it again on Amir Khan and his Ghajini movie.The auto driver was a superman in disguise; I reached the station at 2:10.
I took a look at my watch (and also my mobile) and tried to open the door of the train.
"Eh eh eh..".It didn't open. After giving a stern look at the door ,I turned around. There were couple of foreigners and a small guy looked at me amused. My first reaction was to frown but I remembered all the ethical stuff done for three weeks at my work place that made me smile at him.
"We have are here for more than an hour.They open the door only at 2 : 20". He explained or that is what I understood from his accented English.
"Oh okies,thank you",I replied feeling very foolish and moved on acting like I wanted to buy a water bottle.There were no bottles available near by, but I loitered around.
The train door opened exactly at 2:20 and I was the first one in the train. It was a window seat and after settling, I just looked at the crowd passing by.In another few minutes, all seats beside me were filled. The train started and I started messaging .
An hour passed and when I had absolutely nothing to do, I opened my book to study.
"Are you a student?"
Suddenly waking up from immerse scrutinizing of numbers, I looked at my neighbour.
"No no,I am working.I am taking up an exam for higher studies", I replied.
"What exam and course?Is it for....", asked the lady next to him.
"Wow.How did you know?", I asked
"My husband is from that college", she pointed at a guy who was asleep in the next seat."He told me that you might be studying for the exam".
I closed the book. This was becoming a big issue and I was doing nothing worth it.The next thing I wanted was a take on my scores which was beyond predictability.
Food arrived.Juice, biscuits and also a water bottle. I tried opening the bottle and spilt water.
Then all of us started talking. Everything in general-about travel, food, culture,general perspective and so on.
The second round of food arrived and it excited me :D . If you are a foodie,you would know. Now, it was some samosa and sandwiches.Plate clean again.
I felt a little drowsy and slept with the ear phones still plugged into my ears. Typical Indian. Food, sleep and chat.
"What do you want to become?" ,the lady asked.
Huh?
Ok, Here I am calling myself a "software" engineer and she is asking me what I want to become?
"Thin" was the response that ran in my head but if blurted then, the whole train would have rocked laughing.
"I don't know. Probably an HR."I knew the next question.
"Why?"
"Why" is the hardest question ever. Easy to ask but difficult to answer.Why ask why every time?
I smiled sheepishly and said "I think it suits me."
"Oh, technically.Did you do a research on it??"
Eh..now whats that?? "No, I havent looked into it. I am just fascinated. A blind passion is what you can call it. I think I would suit better. In simple terms, after all confusions and mix, this is something I have decided by myself", I replied without breathe.
"That is very pleasant to hear. You think you will not stagnate anytime?", she asked again.
Where is this leading.Grr...
The dinner arrived and I was grateful. I think I thanked Laloo Prasad Yadav also.
She didnt stop.She was waiting for an answer.
"I will not. Probably will make it exciting.Please dont ask how.I haven't found out how".
She smiled and we ate in silence.
Silence is mystery. It occasionally leads to introspection. I began one too. Why is that I am stubborn on something? Is it passion? Is it for dignity purposes?
Then we began to speak on general topic. The guy next to me was a doctor. He gave insights on the medical field. The husband gave tips for the exam. We reached destination at 10 p.m.
I pulled out my bag and like every typical Indian stood up to rush out first.
Out of curiosity, I asked her, "What are you doing?"
She smiled and replied " I am an HR".
I was startled and said "Oh!Thats great!!"
"Subhashree, you will make a good HR"
I was speechless. I was glad. I was shocked. I was nervous. I stood frozen.
A compliment. A hope. A word that made difference.
I smiled,didn't thank her(or forgot you can say) and got down the train. "Hopefully, someday, hopefully", I whispered.
"HIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII.........." , my sister greeted and I grinned. Took a last look at her, waved and left the place.
Why is that a compliment from someone unknown makes me so happy ?Is it the compliment? I didnt undersatnd.I dont think I ever will.
