MY FIRST LONE TRIP IN TRAIN
Thanks to my bro whose reverend work in electrical engineering gave me a chance to write this blog.its to attend his convocation ceremony from iit Bombay that,i got a cruise on ma own to the metropolitan.The austerity to attend the lab allowed me a 'YES' from ma parents to grab the a train late on the day which my other family members departed.it was GARIB RATH,T the train i got into.Non from college came to see me off; an awful truth which i would leave off in my other elations of the day.Totally anticipated on the journey i took no chance of reaching in/on/about time at the railway station.Before an hour prior to the expected arrival time, i was present there with minimal goods possible for a dude ready to stay for half a week at an alien place.There were few muslim gals;commonly known as 'ummachi kutty' in recent malayali dialect, after the release of a local movie that received heavy accolades.Eating chappattis made by mom in the morning, i devoured their beauty as an apetiser and their shy peers were contingent too.Passing the time in minuscule pace,studying the by-passers astriding a number of 'crore-worth gaadis' i made up my mind that this would be my first blog... A TRAVELOGUE.
The train was fully air conditioned.I could grab only a chair car seat; a last time opting of coming lone ought to have some mismatches right.... A buddy, probably a trespasser, undusted his butts after i got to my seat, just to get in to another void seat. Elated after seeing the plug point, i stuck my usuals as during the local trips; reading e-books.Already,THE DA VINCI CODE had stolen my palates. The tome was already a cruise through lots and lots of obstacles and,i devised it as my cruise control.Robert Langdon and Sophia went through a lot of devilish tunnels.Even though i couldnt complete the book in my 25.5 hours of train maunder, i was happy to creep out a lot.
Throughout the journey, mobile range stood abstinent.Freedom from dudes' and parents' intrusion added to my taste of recluse.Even my best friend cum sis nazreen's absentia didn't bother me much.To be lonely in a venturing scenario is a different dimension.The thriftiness,the demeanor,the bragging sophistry....,, all are never new in their interloping, but to devise and perform them, i'm the lone authority and the lone responsibility.laissez faire..Liberty in selecting junk food,skipping meals,standing near doorstep at the highest speeds of the train,heeding to songs when the phone is charging ,, all the should-nots were done at once in the camouflage of being alone.
First half of my journey was an afternoon session,the train maneuvering through the north of Kerala till midnight.The beautiful greenery once juxtaposed at the thought of our motherland was nowhere seen on the way apart from some paddy fields and coconut trees;like survivors of a voracious catastrophe.Busy roads and banks of rails were equipped with nothing but humans and 'human wastes' to the nature.Buildings soar high with stinky clothes at their rare face;frontier to the train,adding insult to their sombre colors.Inside,the vendors were busy exhibiting and selling their products,most of them carrying tea canisters and mocking the tea themselves with an awful sound - "capppiee capppiee ,,,, sir, teaa.. teaa..".At once i thought of taking video of them,but felt it more awing than their advertising.
The only thing i had as an anti-apetite food was a vegetable biriyani;the most worst one i've had in my life.The rice and salad together formed an 'ammoniacal' mixture by odor and tasted like it was cooked in the first bombay-to-thane trip.My co-passengers were savourosly eating the same foodstuff without a trace of disgust...Neanderthals,,, i thought.At night a dude came to me and shared a few moments of amity.He was a sailor,working at PANAMA CANAL as a second captain.His salary was around 4.5 lacs per month which got me jaw-dropped.When enquired about his lifestyle,he said his job's only attraction was money for which he had to sacrifice his friends,home,parents and lover;confining them to electronics and to an yearly visit.He was heading to meet his girlfriend.Me too shared about my whereabouts,college,about my travel and also of my excitement on first lone cruise.We thought of dozing when it was around 3.30 in the morning.He was a real gentleman.He knew from my words i liked to be alone that he never meddled in my ducks.
Morning came early cuz of the pungent algid hibrernation from the freaked out dingy a/c of the GARIB RATH, provoking me to pee frequently.With sleep-driven eyes, i waited for a bed coffee.There was no idea of shitting as the reciprocating translation of the train would make,too an arse of mine.After few cycles of gurgling i came back to my book.But hell it was too grim and lukewarm.Travels like this would never interlope again.I strode to the doors.A lone seat was cantilevered to the wall.A resting emplacement for the staff, may be.I took my samsung galaxy phone and took queer photos and videos of anything i felt to snub.There were long bridges,multi-genred blokes, filthy godforsaken stations, clothless grotesques,, everything.at once the train paused to a signal right above a busy road.Co-passengers peeked at me as if looking at a crook taking pics of butts.The 'downtrodden' people stood and stared at the photographer in the train.To budge was not the option ,,but to continue.till thr train's next grumble, i took the video and snapshots.It was freaking fun to become a carte blanche....When the train crossed Goa , call from the vendors were soft-tuned to 'vada pav' and 'pav-bhaji' .My favorite junks.. The devoid apetite knocked by the nostrills could'nt resist buying a bowl. vaaaah... that was yummy.Typical marathhi style vada pav... A dollop of contentment.
The milieu was getting warmer and warmer and the peoplr;taller and taller.From shabby lungis,the attire changed to full cuff shirts with inners and tight pants,still adjectived as shabby.More headgears came to the females and the distance between temples and mosques was getting fewer. Its north.. Maharashtra.The soil was affirmatively red and was hot.People live with this heat in their minds too. The heat of imbalance, the Coercion of incongruence.They were absolute and abstinenet about their GOD and had no doubts regarding evolution.The Ripe-mango people of our country,those who are calibrated to live in any mix, any jinx.... the cavalry of commotion..
Bombay is getting close and close...
A marathhi family ,outnumbered to number them;with kids,grown-ups,over-grown and saturated were busy playing anthaakshari.Such a cluster was missing in my locale as the families got nucleated and matured much faster.
The bonhomie going on got a good-at-heart feel to me.At times when they lacked songs i thought to interfere as a helping hand, but my twin brother;hesitance; pulled me back.It seemed better to be a spectator , than to be an islet.
After a long time at the door,slumber grabbed my mazzard. Only left over in the car was an old couple and a lone lady . Grabbing my bag tight in the a/c , i slept .A reverie welcomed the sleep casting me as a by stander at a lone station and the train speeding away fast.i could feel the tears in my eyes.A foreboding prick was hurting me.I felt i deserved to be in the train.If possible ,, only me.
The reverie and the sleep bid adieu when a sudden jerk in the traction shook my trunk.The bypassing station showed panvel..... PANVEL..!!!!.The pre-station to my destination.... "thanks to the jerk". After piss and refresh, holding my rucksack, i got doored for the last 20 minutes of dawdle-hood.Happy moments of loneliness was ending. Destination was destined, but not the zest.Iwished if Bombay was in Delhi...........
Yup.... thaane station reached.People rushed to the doors and the vendors fidgetted in confusion.In the crowd , i did'nt search for dad,mom or bro.I jus looked at the moving floor that left me in front at each instant.It joined all those frames that left me during the trip.Looking into the oblivion, i gave a sigh....My eyes were damp...,same as that was in my dream.............................
LAMA
signing out........
The train was fully air conditioned.I could grab only a chair car seat; a last time opting of coming lone ought to have some mismatches right.... A buddy, probably a trespasser, undusted his butts after i got to my seat, just to get in to another void seat. Elated after seeing the plug point, i stuck my usuals as during the local trips; reading e-books.Already,THE DA VINCI CODE had stolen my palates. The tome was already a cruise through lots and lots of obstacles and,i devised it as my cruise control.Robert Langdon and Sophia went through a lot of devilish tunnels.Even though i couldnt complete the book in my 25.5 hours of train maunder, i was happy to creep out a lot.
Throughout the journey, mobile range stood abstinent.Freedom from dudes' and parents' intrusion added to my taste of recluse.Even my best friend cum sis nazreen's absentia didn't bother me much.To be lonely in a venturing scenario is a different dimension.The thriftiness,the demeanor,the bragging sophistry....,, all are never new in their interloping, but to devise and perform them, i'm the lone authority and the lone responsibility.laissez faire..Liberty in selecting junk food,skipping meals,standing near doorstep at the highest speeds of the train,heeding to songs when the phone is charging ,, all the should-nots were done at once in the camouflage of being alone.
First half of my journey was an afternoon session,the train maneuvering through the north of Kerala till midnight.The beautiful greenery once juxtaposed at the thought of our motherland was nowhere seen on the way apart from some paddy fields and coconut trees;like survivors of a voracious catastrophe.Busy roads and banks of rails were equipped with nothing but humans and 'human wastes' to the nature.Buildings soar high with stinky clothes at their rare face;frontier to the train,adding insult to their sombre colors.Inside,the vendors were busy exhibiting and selling their products,most of them carrying tea canisters and mocking the tea themselves with an awful sound - "capppiee capppiee ,,,, sir, teaa.. teaa..".At once i thought of taking video of them,but felt it more awing than their advertising.
The only thing i had as an anti-apetite food was a vegetable biriyani;the most worst one i've had in my life.The rice and salad together formed an 'ammoniacal' mixture by odor and tasted like it was cooked in the first bombay-to-thane trip.My co-passengers were savourosly eating the same foodstuff without a trace of disgust...Neanderthals,,, i thought.At night a dude came to me and shared a few moments of amity.He was a sailor,working at PANAMA CANAL as a second captain.His salary was around 4.5 lacs per month which got me jaw-dropped.When enquired about his lifestyle,he said his job's only attraction was money for which he had to sacrifice his friends,home,parents and lover;confining them to electronics and to an yearly visit.He was heading to meet his girlfriend.Me too shared about my whereabouts,college,about my travel and also of my excitement on first lone cruise.We thought of dozing when it was around 3.30 in the morning.He was a real gentleman.He knew from my words i liked to be alone that he never meddled in my ducks.
Morning came early cuz of the pungent algid hibrernation from the freaked out dingy a/c of the GARIB RATH, provoking me to pee frequently.With sleep-driven eyes, i waited for a bed coffee.There was no idea of shitting as the reciprocating translation of the train would make,too an arse of mine.After few cycles of gurgling i came back to my book.But hell it was too grim and lukewarm.Travels like this would never interlope again.I strode to the doors.A lone seat was cantilevered to the wall.A resting emplacement for the staff, may be.I took my samsung galaxy phone and took queer photos and videos of anything i felt to snub.There were long bridges,multi-genred blokes, filthy godforsaken stations, clothless grotesques,, everything.at once the train paused to a signal right above a busy road.Co-passengers peeked at me as if looking at a crook taking pics of butts.The 'downtrodden' people stood and stared at the photographer in the train.To budge was not the option ,,but to continue.till thr train's next grumble, i took the video and snapshots.It was freaking fun to become a carte blanche....When the train crossed Goa , call from the vendors were soft-tuned to 'vada pav' and 'pav-bhaji' .My favorite junks.. The devoid apetite knocked by the nostrills could'nt resist buying a bowl. vaaaah... that was yummy.Typical marathhi style vada pav... A dollop of contentment.
The milieu was getting warmer and warmer and the peoplr;taller and taller.From shabby lungis,the attire changed to full cuff shirts with inners and tight pants,still adjectived as shabby.More headgears came to the females and the distance between temples and mosques was getting fewer. Its north.. Maharashtra.The soil was affirmatively red and was hot.People live with this heat in their minds too. The heat of imbalance, the Coercion of incongruence.They were absolute and abstinenet about their GOD and had no doubts regarding evolution.The Ripe-mango people of our country,those who are calibrated to live in any mix, any jinx.... the cavalry of commotion..
Bombay is getting close and close...
A marathhi family ,outnumbered to number them;with kids,grown-ups,over-grown and saturated were busy playing anthaakshari.Such a cluster was missing in my locale as the families got nucleated and matured much faster.
The bonhomie going on got a good-at-heart feel to me.At times when they lacked songs i thought to interfere as a helping hand, but my twin brother;hesitance; pulled me back.It seemed better to be a spectator , than to be an islet.
After a long time at the door,slumber grabbed my mazzard. Only left over in the car was an old couple and a lone lady . Grabbing my bag tight in the a/c , i slept .A reverie welcomed the sleep casting me as a by stander at a lone station and the train speeding away fast.i could feel the tears in my eyes.A foreboding prick was hurting me.I felt i deserved to be in the train.If possible ,, only me.
The reverie and the sleep bid adieu when a sudden jerk in the traction shook my trunk.The bypassing station showed panvel..... PANVEL..!!!!.The pre-station to my destination.... "thanks to the jerk". After piss and refresh, holding my rucksack, i got doored for the last 20 minutes of dawdle-hood.Happy moments of loneliness was ending. Destination was destined, but not the zest.Iwished if Bombay was in Delhi...........
Yup.... thaane station reached.People rushed to the doors and the vendors fidgetted in confusion.In the crowd , i did'nt search for dad,mom or bro.I jus looked at the moving floor that left me in front at each instant.It joined all those frames that left me during the trip.Looking into the oblivion, i gave a sigh....My eyes were damp...,same as that was in my dream.............................
LAMA
signing out........
