It has been long since the last tale in the series. It is occupation that keeps us busy, and deviates us from enjoying the hobbies and normalcy of life, which includes blogging as well. This is where Bhatti is different. He enjoyed the world as if it were a playground with a zero feel-so-shy consciousness and no rules.
It was during the time when Bhatti was doing his undergraduate studies in engineering. The summer break was about to end, and Bhatti was preparing to return to his hostel. Bhatti's father booked him air tickets, and as usual, the family bade him goodbye for another semester of studies. Bhatti took blessings from his parents, and started his journey towards the airport. He reached quickly, and after comforting himself with the confirmation of a window seat, he waited at the lobby. It was almost two hours to his boarding time, and after some time, the boredom lulled him to sleep. When Bhatti woke up, he found different people next to him. He gathered himself up, and walked up to the flight information screen. He was rubbing his eyes, and searching for his flight number at the same time when he realized that he had slept for quite a long time. He checked his watch, and...
Alas! He could have been on the flight. It was too late. Neither did he find his flight number on the list nor he had another flight for another day.
He quickly moved out of the airport, and hustled towards the railway station. He had no reservation but he somehow managed the officials with his social attitude and got a seat. In the meanwhile, Bhatti's friends were waiting for him at the hostel. When it was too late, they started calling him but couldn't connect to him. By the reputation of Bhatti's deeds, it was more than sufficient to make them worried. Bhatti, on the contrary, was so happy that he had found an upper berth and therefore, slept well.
The next day, Bhatti arrived. He looked like a disaster; his clothes lost their iron marks, and all seemed deranged.
"Oi Bhatti, what happened? You were supposed to reach yesterday? No call, nothing?" one of the friends asked.
"Yaar, I missed the flight and had to arrive by train."
His friends felt pity and when one of them said, "The on-road traffic these days is so unpredictable- it puts people in trouble. See, he had to miss his flight!", Bhatti instantly wanted to tell him the truth. But somewhere in a corner of his thought, his intelligence stopped him. He was aware that telling them the truth would be a real bad consequence for him, especially when they had been waiting for him worried!
Bhatti just supported the school of thought, and blabbered lot about the effect of pollution on the environment. After ensuring everything was in order, he went to his room!
In short, be it at the airport or in the train, Bhatti slept well!
In short, be it at the airport or in the train, Bhatti slept well!
