floods .. jo bhi kahunga sach kahunga sach ke siwa kuch nahi kahunga...

i always used to see big picturesof ppl walkin in knee deep waters , vehicles moving in the waters ,and water in the kitchens and halls of houses splashed over the news papers about once a year. then i'd think ' abe itna hi paani hai to problem kya hai logon ko.. vo doob to nahi rahe haina?'


but abhi pata chala ki knee deep water mein even 1 km chal ne se phat ke haath mein aaj ta hai.yeah, this time i was the one who got to walk across streets in water and got to look like a hero to all my friends back in blore .well i mightve bluffed to many guys that a boat came and rescued us and that we almost drowned in a whirlpool and sometimes (if the audience was innocent(for those to whom ive told this)or stupid(for everyone else) enough )i also brought in a couple of choppers that picked us up wile we were crying for help.all that we did was walk a couple of kilometers in knee deep and sometimes thigh deep water..

all my friends who are crackin therir knuckles and remembering me narrating u any of the heroic deeds above ..well apun ne tum ko maamu banaya....

well this is how it starts. the day before critical condition we go out to look at the places where water has succeded in submerging the basements and had come to about a foot or two high.then we had some fun waddling in water and came backthinkin that were safe as that was about 2 kms away from our hostels.

and the next day when we get up i see out of our window and suddenly i feel im watchin from a window in a first class cabin of a ship.yeah.. our hostel had become a sorta island with 3 feet water surrounding it.

the previous evening we all had got together and started just bakaring as we had nothing else to do.. the electricity had gone. then it got dark and i got a bit scared..uknow i think i can face anything as long as i have power supply and a few friends with me ..but andhere mein with no light , no computers ,no fans and no mobiles(yes even the networks had gone down) phat ti hai baabu..we started feelin a bit tense after some time as we ran out of topics to bakar about..
so i went to other hostel and with some of my friends went to terrace and saw surat at night... water here and there.. and no light anywhere except for the burning chimney of ONGC..we started exchanging ghost stories till late in the night..then i went back and slept..really it got scary sometimes with all the new information of mr.bhoots fvt haunts and his ways of time pass ringing in my head ,alone in my room..

then in the morning all the ground floor guys packed their luggages and kept them in upper floor rooms..

then we got a rumour that the girls hostels have submerged and the girls will come to our hostel.. so we abandoned all plans of leaving and waited for them to come so that we may look as knights in shining armour... but they never came and even we lost our patience and decided to go to station somehow ..

thats when we walked about 2 kms in knee deep water(i can tell u knee deep water in bath tub is one thing and its a totally dft feeling if the whole city looks like ur bath tub) .we took photos of us ,as if someone was drownin or as if we were swimming against a heavy tide in mobile cameras).as soon as we saw road (without water) we all hurrayed and danced and someone even kissed the ground.. thats when we got a sumo went to station and from there we just went to dft places ...

thats it ..
the whole flood expirience without any exaggeration..
this is for u guys but
ill surely tell my grandchildren that a chopper rescued me in flood...
chance pe dance karne ka
haina???