When I met Durjoy Dutta
Durjoy Dutta, you all must be aware of his name, the
famous Indian author who has won billions of heart through the words of his
books. He is one of my favorite too, I love the way he makes me connect to the
situation written on the pages and inspires me the most. Meeting him or just
seeing him for once was one of my dreams because I am fan of his. He has
written many books like till the last breath, of course I love you, if it is
not forever, the boy who loved, the girl in my dreams, the perfect us etc. My
favorite is book is ‘if it is not forever’. That story is something magical and
that made me believe in love one more time.
As I said before meeting him was my one of the dreams
and so when I heard him coming to Delhi that to in Connaught Place, in the
bookstore named Oxford bookstore I was totally reckless. I was so enthusiastic
that I forgot I have exam the same very day. I was lucky that my exam was in the
morning time so I could get time to get ready to attend that event where Durjoy
was going to come. I have still marked that moment in my heart. It was the
month of February and was too cold. 6th Feb 2019, the day when I was
going to see him finally. The timing was
in the evening from 6 pm onward and there came a problem for me as Delhi is not
safe for girls and being daddy’s princess I was supposed to be home by 7 pm
maximum. But how could I be at home on time that day? Now this was the thing to
tackle now ask mom to let me go there and handle daddy at home.
It was 6th Feb. I woke up in the morning
and said my mum that I will be late today, I still remember her face and questions.
Why and till when? I said Durjoy is coming to the CP and I cannot effort
loosing this chance of meeting him and mum you know I love him and there my mum
melted as she saw my teary eyes with a little hope of letting me go and there
my crocodile tear worked well. Aah! I did it now everything is in control as
mum will handle daddy to (by the way mum are too good in lying for their kids
and that is my experience of seeing her.) Mums are always best. I left the home
with a big smile and a little bit of nervousness to see Durjoy Dutta. It was
like day dream going to come true and from there my day started. I left home,
plugged earphones and increased the volume to the highest and walked to the
metro station. I was so lost in the thought of meeting him that I firstly
forgot to study for the test I was having and secondly I walked through the
checking machine while carrying the bag at back. The police lady standing there
asked me, ‘are you okay, why so lost?’ I laughed and said, ‘nothing, it is just
something special today.’ She passed me a smile and wished me luck saying, ‘jo
bhi hai, all the best.’ She as sweet and we shared a good bond as I was a
regular person there. I took the metro reached my college and the moment I
entered my friends jumped from nowhere and said, ‘kitna padh liya bey, dekh bas
dikha dena aaj paas hona hai.’ That moment my head was saying, ‘what I am
supposed to say because I even did not open the book instead I was busy in
searching about Durjoy Dutta on Google and saving his pictures in my phone’. I
knew I was going to fail this test but sill I was smiling because I was going
to see him and I have not told any of friends as they were totally into books
and I was in dreams. At that moment I was feeling like living in two worlds at
a moment. Well it came the time to enter the hall and give the exam and that
time I felt, ‘oh shit! It is an exam and I have not studied anything.’ I wrote
anything and everything related to the topics in the exam and left one hour
before as I was totally blank. The exam ended at 12 noon and I was having
nothing to do. The event was also at 6pm, I still had 6 hours to do something
or anything. After the exam was over my friends came out of hall and I shouted
I am going to see him and everyone was looking at me including the teacher and
I was in an awkward situation and to overcome that I had to keep shouting
saying, ‘I am going to see Durjoy Dutta, the novelist (I did this let ma’am
know what it is actually). We seven came out at the lawn area and everyone said
we have planes with our boyfriends we can’t come with you and that very moment
I was like, ‘f*** your boyfriends and relations’. Everyone waved me bye and
they left me alone for real. Then my bae friend came back and said, ‘you are
going to the event and do not you dare cancel going.’ That was a pretty good
moment for me, my bae is just best. She left and I went to washroom to do some
makeup thing but then I remember I did not put anything into my bag to do so
(that was lol for me). I then started investing my reaming time in imagining
him sitting in front of me and talked to me and everyone. In this while my
whole tension was him to come on time because celebrity people have a habit of
coming late to the events. Any how I spent my 6 hours sleeping and eating junk
and thinking of going there without putting any makeup. At 5 I left the college
and took a metro and reached Rajiv Chowk and there came another trouble, ‘where
is the oxford bookstore’. Now it is time to look for that bookstore. After
wandering for like 30 minutes I found the store and the moment I entered my
heart was heavy, full of lots of emotions. I submitted my bag and entered into
the place where he was going to sit and oh my god the space was already full anyhow
I adjusted myself in that crowd and I had a swollen ankle so a nice girl
offered me her seat. It was 5.45 pm and all I was thinking about him to be on
time and the clock hit 6pm still no see and at 6.10 here he came, the man of
the evening entered, that handsome, cute, chocolate boy was into the town and I
was right there just looking at him and admiring his smile and his super cute
dimple. Oh! He is such an amazing personality. I loved it and I loved him. The
event started and everyone was taking his pictures and videos and I was just
looking at him like an idiot. When someone hit me from back I realized that I
should take atleast a single picture from my useless cell phone (my phone was
totally dead).
The session started and he talked about his two books that he
came to promote, first perfect us and second pocket full o’ stories. After half
an hour people started asking him questions and some sang song for him and of
his dimple too. I was just waiting for the time to get his signature on my book
that I bought even I was money-less (I arranged them by looking into my bag’s
every pocket and I forgot to take it from mum in the morning as I was lost in
his dreams). Sharp at 7 pm the autograph
session started and I crossed that rush to have it within 20 mints as I was
supposed to reach home by 8 pm anyhow. I got his autograph and then a picture
clicked and then I told him that I want be like him and I write as well so he
said, ‘that is great I wish you luck’, while sighing the book he asked my name
and when he repeated my name I was like, ‘ please say it again.’(You know just
girls things). Finally I got the book, his signature and a selfie and a his
luck wishes, my day was complete there. When I looked into the watch I saw it
was already 8pm and I had like 20 missed calls from mum. I called her back and
said, ‘mum metro has been stopped due to some reasons’, (that actually did not
happened). I rushed from the store called my bae and told her everything and
she replied that how someone can be so happy and asked me to reach home as soon
as possible after then I took an auto reached the metro station and in the
metro I was blushing thinking that he took my name and he wished me luck. I saw
the time and it was 8.30pm, ‘hell mum is definitely going to kill me today’! At
9 pm sharp I knocked the door and my mum opened it (she did not seem angry) and
the moment she opened the door I started telling her every small detail so that
she cannot get any time to scold me and when my story ended she hugged me
saying, ‘mera bacha aa gaya ,ab kuch khale or soja’. Oh! That’s it? My mum was
fine? Well yes because she is a mum and seeing her child happy and fine gives
her relief and satisfaction.
The day was totally amazing and is imprinted in my
heart and I will definitely tell my grandchildren too..
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