My roomy Paru woke me up telling she is got a very bad pain in her hand and her thumb finger had swelled up like a balloon …I saw she was in tears…a little flashback… she had hit her hand somewhere strongly around 3 days before … she treated the pain with some ointment which indeed gave some relief but which corporate life is heard to make your life better? Something similar happened to my roomy P at 2:30 am in the night. My other roomy Sandy too woke up by this time and we both are looking at her helplessly. We dint have any painkillers, no relief creams or sprays. We decided we go to the nearest hospital or pharmacy to get help for her.
We three, I, Paru and Sandy together set out for night venture taking enough cash to buy the drugs. We talked to our hostel keeper and he happily opened the gates for us and in the same state went to sleep. We stared at each other and went on our way in search of our goal for the night. Hardly 10 steps later, there were 2 dogs following us…aahhh that was enough to send the shivers down our spines… We were moving as if one body is moving but no open pharmacy in sight. The roads that seemed so familiar all of a sudden turned into paths to dungeons. Not a living soul in sight except the canine species. Paru and Sandy asked me to call some one who stays at Madhapur… At that time we came to our great realization that none of us had the moving landline.. haaa this creamed our scare of the night... After sometime the dogs stopped following us as we heard a hen getting sacrificed by them.
At last there was a restaurant open and we immediately turned to the steps of the same and asked for the help from the resto-guard. After some reluctance, he agreed to help us. A genuine fellow, dint ask anything. We immediately moved to the Apollo pharmacy near the petrol bunk and asked for the medicines. After procuring the same, we were so happy that the night expedition had ended but I think night had some more in store for us. 6 police men in 3 bikes approached us and asked us the reason for our being outside. We explained part by part to them and fortunately they believed our real-life situation (story ;)) and let us go on our way. The minute needle of the clock had already turned one whole round.
Safely inside the four walls of our room at 3:30 am, we got a great feeling that we got back our lives from more-than death. I looked towards the heavens and thanked my God Almighty for keeping us safe and sound. Morning dint show any sign of the night’s journey as it only seemed to be a very bad nightmare. But the drugs in P hands showed us that the night indeed was a reality…one more thrilling page to the chapter Hostel life in the book of my life in Hyderabad.
P.S. No imagination included here…everything happened in reality…
