Train journeys can be rather boring when one travels alone.
Train journeys can be rather interesting even when one travels alone.
Two schools of thought..at times both true.
I boarded one a few days back with just my music and novel accompanying me. It was the first time I analysed some people so carefully that it just compelled me to blog about them. I overheard that they had their ascendancy from the glorified..rather over glorified state of Bihar...
How very different become our ways of conducting ourselves at different situations and most of it is credited to,from where we ascend. So did they.
The way they spoke...the way they sat...everything about them was unique in its own different,inexperienced way. Very rustic. It had life about it.
Kids sitting on top of seat backrests...pulling the emergency chains for fun..the train didn't stop. That's another funny side of Indian railways.
A woman amongst them then hurts her feet by getting a cut from the iron protruding the bottle holder..for a change it was holding her feet before it retaliated against misuse. Now came the times of even greater emergency than the one imposed by Prime minister Indira Gandhi. They began washing the wound...little realising they were on a train, turning in into a complete washroom, over flooding the area with bloodstained water.
Such site warrants no further description...ha ha.
The end of the Sari came handy..was torn and wrapped around the finger.
R.I.P wound.
Its funny to realise how one spends an entire journey seeing just a few people..and doesn't get bored.
Now a couple of frame sized photos made their way across to the girls who it seemed were in prospects of marriage..surely had overgrown their age. Discussing each boy as loud as possible..it was amazing as well as embarrassing what all goes into a girls mind. They were actually checking 'em out....wow..haha
I didn't sleep even for a while for the fear of losing my scoop of fun...not everyday do u get to see a few crazy..nice people from a different world.
Wore caps...had their glares on...used every bit of space allotted..these people were surely of a world unexplored.
The murmur kept on..and the final stop arrived..I was free...I was free...I was free..no it was no prison...it was worse.
Such was their nature...nothing bad about it..it was the inheritance of their culture. So amazing. So repelling.
