I still remember the time when i was in school and we used to have our English language classes. We used to write essays on various common topics year after year... How did u spend you summer vacations, my pet, my favourite sport etc So today i wanted to write on one such topic but from the perspective of a 23 yr old...
Over the last 3 days i have traversed across the width of the country and back to meet my love, Pooja (She is my life....but only thing is my life stays a 1000miles away ) and during this time she made me conscious about an hobby of mine which i myself was not truly aware of. She rightly said, "You love observing people." and thats when i realised that she was right... I did...
So today i am gonna tell you about my experiences in this wonderful train journey of mine and the sights and sounds i encountered...
As i entered the train and took my seat, i noticed my copassengers... 2 middle aged aunties, seemed like housewives, and i dont think i dont need to tell you more about them... overhearing their conversation was a joy, straight out of any Ekta Kapoor daily or more so i would say the Manorma magazine (Ekta Kapoor stories are more based on the upper class.) " You know so and so came to Mrs so and so's house" " Yesterday she cooked cutlets at home, they were tasty." "I bought this sari from XYZ Market. For how much? Just 300-350 bucks." " I worked all day in the kitchen, now am so tired, everything i only have to handle." " He is always busy in office, doesnt have time for me only." They went on and on... The typical Indian middle class housewife....
As the journey progressed the scenes outside kept changing from state to state and time to time... From the coastal areas where greenary slipped into the horizon with the rice crop to central India where heat was unbearing for the land to dry and crack up... There in the distance you could see the farmer slogging it out in the fields with his 2 bullocks and plough.. As the sun neared noon you saw their wives taking food for them, and there he rested in the shade of the lone solitary tree enjoying his chapaties with chillies and onions.... Then it was back to work for the poor guy till the time the sun gave way to the moon...
On the far off dusty roads you could see young girls going to school on their bicycles dressed neatly in their blue and white uniforms and hair nicely tied up with red ribbons... Somewhere off you could see the shephard boys standing and waving at the train as it zoomed by while somewhere else the boys were playing on the branches of a fallen tree...
As we crossed the villages, the scenes were greatly different. The older folk would be sitting under the shade of the tree and play cards or discuss matters with greater importance. The kids would be running around the streets with a stick in hand, fantastically dodging the wheels they rolled with it. The women were busy blowing into their mud stoves, preparing food for their next meal. The kirana store owner in his characteristic white vest and huge bulging stomach sat arguing with his customers. The few girls that you could see playing outside were busy in their game of hopscotch.
On the electricity wires sat the small sweet sparrows and it seemed as if they seemed to be chatting with each other... Suddenly out of no where you would see some lone bird flying along with the train, as if challenging it to a race but after some time it would give up and get left behind...
The cattle grazing pastures would be too busy to notice the train zooming by... With the horn of the train they would look up, give the "I dont care" look and get back to their grazing...
If i go on about the train and its encounters, it would be a never ending post... so i am rounding off the basic part of it and maybe some day when i get time i would take u to meet the various other specimens that you encounter... Chalo for now.... Gaadi bulaa rahi hai, seeti bajaa rahi hai
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