Well this is the first time I am trying this. Writing my blog while on a train. Well…if you think that it is not a big deal then you gotta know that there is quite a bit of an expertise needed to pen down something…while jostling your elbows with the fellow passengers in a crammed up compartment.
Whoa…the train has gained speed. Indian Railways have always been my favourite. I love traveling by the train seeing the scenes past by just like a flip open reel in ‘motion pictures’. The slides change so fast. Right now I crossed a rivulet…a sandy grassy one and now I’m crossing some unknown village on the way…Oh well the train reached a halt now. The hustling bustling passengers getting down. The rattling of wheels and the screeching of them while it comes to a halt…its not cacophony to me…but a bit of mechanical rhythm. I seem to love it quite a bit.
Now the passenger opposite my seat is kind of ogling me down her spects…probably thinking…what is she busy writing about on a Saturday…its a holiday. But I am enjoying her enigma. A kid is just being a kid next to me…I understand the fascination a child has for moving objects, let alone a whole train moving including her…amazing right. It is also quite entertaining that I am right now doing a live commentary of my journey…amazing right. By now I guess you are thinking that well she has used the word ‘amazing’ quite a bit. But I really cannot help it…!!!
Oohh…snacks on the train. Wish I could have them, but I really feel full now. I don’t know whether it is a good thing or not…but people are all engaged socializing them on their cellphones…barely noticing the bright sunny weather outside. In my childhood we had all the unknown passengers talking among themselves…a little socializing in person, but is different now.
Well now some one is quarrelling over their luggage. Why do they have to quarrel over each and every trifle…? Guess people are annoyed, grown ups are. I am a grown up for sure…but the forest passing through my window entices me, just like the child staring out of the window. Rushing past by distant paddy fields now…the greenish yellow checkered squares…a man made…natural chessboard. Its quite pleasant today though. It had rained yesterday so the breeze is still fresh and the sun mild and warm.
I remember asking my father so many questions while we travelled along with my mother and sister to places while I was a little girl. “Where does this river go dad?” and “Dad look we are leaving the houses behind” and ” Dad, what makes the train run on tracks?” and “Do the fairies live on that side of the sky that I see from my window?” And my father answered each one of them with so much patience. Hope I will have that same patience when I have my own kids.
We crossed a tunnel now. Tunnels used to always scare me and it still does. It is just like entering the entails of the horrid and big creature. How the sun went off and the sound of the wheels echoing…it always made me scared…as if it is a different world…not under the sun. Darkness without light scared me then…it is quite scary for me even now. A monster train…a cute little monster, all huffing and puffing that zig-zags through the tracks to my destination. It seemed interesting as a child to imagine that everyone is traveling together and they still have different destinations…sounds familiar right? Well I’ll tell you why…it is the same with life…don’t you think?