After being selected by the state for the national camp, you have to go to the camp location alone. Hearing this from my senior was very curious to me, I'm the only one who raised the hand for the camp, and one boy(he recently joined us so has zero camp experience) also did the same. After some time the result was announced and my state-approved both of us. It's a very strange thing for my leader because he never saw a state approve permission for newcomers to national events. What it's our luck? We both are super excited to get an opportunity to represent our state in front of other states. 

Now the challenge is how to convince your mother. On the very first time, my mother is happy and make a list of essential things after and after my camp dates coming she change her mindset and also convincing me not to go alone in that camp She said ” Aree national event a senior teacher nhi jaate kya, bol sir/ma'am hame camp tak chord k aye etc etc”. The main reason behind this is that my  mother considers me an Immature person. After this melodrama, I’m ready to go and now my father gave me a list of relatives' phone numbers. I guess at every station from Doon to Delhi I have a Relative house.And he said “ camp  mai mann nahi lage toh inko phone karna ye ghar tak chord denge”.Now I have my luggage and a backup plan. 

As my junior, and I was going for the first  time  in the camp we telly our essential things in camp and also concerning Delhi's weather. People of Doon rarely choose the train way. I first visited the Dehradun railway station at 4:30 am. We search our seat numbers which we find in 20 minutes running on the platform and arrange our luggage. After goodbye and taking care messages from our parents, we sat and started talking. Then I realized I'm a senior here and have a responsibility to take care of him. We saw the amazing views outside the window sunrise in Rishikesh, the temples of Haridwar, and the peaceful voice of the holy river Ganga. 

That time in Doon, the weather was cold but as we crossed the UK border the weather changed. Wearing high necks and warm hoodies is like why we are weaning this to go Delhi. At Deoband, we ate our breakfast and tried to take a nap. 

After 6 hours of the journey, we finally reached. The rush of Delhi, roads, rules and so many things which we are facing is very new to us but we somehow manage and walking 5kms from the railway station we reached our camp location.

In returning the experience is also very different, now we know to go back but we are too late to reach the station and at the same time we have to follow the corona protocol at the station we are in queue for security checkups and our train announcing for the departure. We just enter in any box.

And start searching for our seat. After 1 hour or more we reach a station named Meerut and find our seat for the first time in junior's  life. He experienced how to enter a running train (means voh ruki hui thi use laga woh chal rhi h ).

So, half of the time we search for the seat and run on the platform as I don’t get the logic of train box arrangement. It's like D1, D2, D3, A1, A2, B1, B2, and C1, C2 means I  don’t get it.

And yes we also enjoy the train food.