Every journey has its own story to tell. As they say, for travelers it’s the journey that’s important and not the destination. This post is about those several musings in the several journeys in Train.
Local trains are a huge gift to Mumbai and Chennai (Of course Delhi too). Once in Mumbai I had to catch a particular train to reach office on time and I was already late to reach the station. I was wearing a pair of high heeled formal shoes and I managed to run with it on. Well, didn’t manage so well. I skidded and fell down with the bang. I couldn’t get up and I was sitting there for a while and people surrounded me to help me get up. I love Mumbaikars for that neverending love. They are like that. I somehow got up and my back was paining badly. I wondered if I should proceed to office or get back home. I said to myself I had to proceed as just to catch the train, I fell down. I caught it! My backache never subsided for a whole day. It was a Thursday and I took an off on Friday and had 3 days leave. I started medication almost 10-15 Brufens in 4 days and no relief. I went to the Doc who finally said, my tail bone is a gone case. Its either compressed or broke and I had to take and X-ray to find that out. Yes, it was compressed. He told me to make myself comfortable with cushions for sitting in office for atleast 2 weeks. I asked if I would be fine after that. He said that I would get used to the pain!!! Till date, it pains if I don’t change position for hours together…!!! This happened a year and a half ago!!!
Another day in Mumbai Local, I was standing near the door as usual if I don’t get a seat. But wrong position, I took the sunny side. With overwhelming morning peak hour rush and the heated compartment with summer sun, I got boiled completely. Almost near the station where I had to get down I blacked out. I somehow managed to get down. I sat down in the chair in station. My ears were blocked. My eyes had blacked out. My head was swirling. I called my colleague who usually takes that route. But that day, he had already reached office. I didn’t want to disturb him and I didn’t call him. I got a bottle of water and drank it completely and in half an hour I was ok. I took a taxi for that walkable distance to office. At noon I told that colleague what happened and he blasted at me for not telling in the morning itself. Well, he blasts at me till date for that incident.
Another incident was during Holi in Mumbai local train. Mumbaikars know of it very well. People throw water balloons everywhere. That’s Mumbai’s Holi specialty. Trains are never spared. Whoever is near the door or window are sure to be drenched by that water balloon. The worst part is going to office drenched like that. I escaped it narrowly when my neighbor got drenched completely and I got through with just droplets.
Once when I and a friend of mine were to Manori and he was new to Mumbai, I took his hand in mine and led him everywhere as every station in Mumbai is severely packed and he didn’t know Hindi and I didn’t want him to lose track. At one point of time, he said “Who of us is a guy and who is a gal..???”. Ohhhhhhhh….
Local trains in Chennai esp. ladies compartment are a huge plaza and shopping street by themselves. Everything from flowers to accessories to jewellery to kids clothing to food stuff to almost literally everything that could be carried in hand. At dead cheap price as well.
Not just these, long distance trains have their own parcel of experiences as well.
Musings in Hyderebad Train was already said in an earlier post. So now starting with a train journey to our Capital city New Delhi. It was a family trip with my parents in my 12th grade and quite unusually the whole compartment was filled a college gang. It was one of the leading southern Teachers Training College and our compartment was filled with the guys and the next compartment was filled with gals. And we were only 5 of us – the general population in that compartment. So as per their request we shifted to one cube, so we can have our privacy and them too.
It was long 36 hr travel from Chennai to New Delhi in Train and as typical college students are they too were singing and dancing and making merry. And of course when a gang joins together and sings, its only the beats that is considered and not the lyrics and they ended up in a vulgar song. In course of the journey a group of fellows became friendly with us and I caught one of those and slowly started enquiring. Me - “So, what subject would you teach once you finish this course…???”. He – “All subjects except languages of primary school kids…”. Me – “Ok… Interesting… So would you also be teaching these vulgar songs to those kids as well…???!!!!!”. His facial reaction – Priceless…!!! He went in to his friends and I dunno whatever he said but after that they took care of the choice of the songs too…!!!
During the return journey, opposite to me was an army cadet. As typical army cadets are, he too was young, handsome, well built with chiseled facial features. At Nagpur, where third genders beggars are seen, he was quite much irritated by them. Poor soul. Not wanting to hurt them, he didn’t shout at them but it was funny to see him trying to hide his shyness.
Another sad thing was during our college trip to New Delhi about which I had posted earlier itself , we had to celebrate Holi in train without any dancing, singing or merry making. And also trying to get food from the famous Comessum Restaurant in Nagpur station was running back and forth to our compartment was quite freaky. Yes, I did not miss the train too…!!!!!
Once I had to celebrate New Year in Train. I was travelling from Mumbai to Chennai and more than New Year it’s my best friend’s b’day which collides with New Year, which I was missing all the more. I couldn’t even wish him properly due to varying signal strengths as I was travelling…
Once when I was travelling from Karur to Chennai the train’s departure was delayed by half-an-hour. Reason – Bomb hoax.
And am enjoying every trip looking out of the window and seeing greenery, people, sometimes even monuments and astonishing the loads and loads of changing cultures across the length and breadth of India and proud to be a part of this country of rich cultural heritage.