Welcome to hell - A journey to Sardar Patel Stadium 24-03-2011

Journey to stadium.. 

It was a sunny weather that morning when we (Five of us- Myself, Tushar, Pankaj, Ritesh and Subendo) started our jouney to the Sardar Patel Stadium-Motera Ahmedabad. Expecting a heavy turn on of cars n people, we decided to park the car at our friends house (Tushar) about 2 km from Motera.. We had a lot of discussion whether to carry mobile or not.. 2 of them insisted that there frnds from chennai were allowed to get in with mobile.. I was bit more anxious to kno as i was carrying a DG Cam along with mobile. We were damn sure that they cannot bar the most essential gadget of todays world. Being Optimistic we entered inside the main Gate with our communication handset.
With Rs. 100 ka ticket in hand (which actually we bought at a price equals 15 times, thanx to our buddy Deepankar) we walked inside anxiously figuring what its going to be. I also tattooed my face with tri color. Doing so it feels cool, unaffecting the degree of patriotism inside me
It was 11 Am and water started pouring through pores of our skin. We got into the line, which was wide but not long enough. psychologically it gives u impression that u will get away with it quite easily. But that was not the case, the line grew bigger n bigger with each new group started making his own line parallel to previous.
It was exhaustive, but all of a sudden we found ourselves inside the second gate.
Till this time we were thanking God, for making us through our first barrier, unless this happened. A policemen politely asked us,whether we have mobile.. n we replied affirmatively. He screamed at us and threw us out.. I was thinking perhaps this is the worst day n lost all hope to fight back.. But u cannot miss the God when he has arrived in ur city n u have done all basics to see him..
We decided to keep mobile at our frnd Tushar's place. I and Tushar borrowsed Rick and kept mobile at his house and came back at a place where we pre-decided to meet. It ws tough to go inside without a mobile because if anyone of us misses it was hell of a work to find him. The big mistake what we have done is that we did not decide where we shud meet if anyone looses group. It was 1:00 pm, with plenty of water out of the body in the form of sweat , we started moving further. It was shocking to see, the line grew 4 times both in terms of width n length.. and this time the policemen looked more dangerous with many of them showing off with their sole controlling tool, "The Lathi". We got inside the line, bt I started feeling suffocated and decided to come out. When I was out, I came accross a moving stick in random direction by a khaki worn person. He was policemen, I should thank him as he also pushed me in front instead backwards. I channeled myself towards gate. With No food, No Water, only air concentrated with dust, sweaty public and Men in Khakis and lathis, I got inside the second gate for the second time. I lost all my friends in that crowd.. God knows where they were.
It was 2.00pm jus 5 min to toss, I got inside the stadium. It was a hell of a scene, A screaming crowd, tricolour waving to and fro in all directions, beatiful girls with tricolor painted in face, arms, neck .(..... ), I wonder where those gals come from, it was one of the best crowd i have ever seen. For the first time i was witnessing >50000 people.

Anxiously waiting for God to appear before me.. SAchin - da -God..

Still to come.