It has been an year since I became a part of indian railways and i can assure you that it is getting deeper and deeper into my veins. the belongingness with IRICEN is one of the reasons.
After hectic examinations,throttling sports activities ,vibrant cultural functions,tonnes of gyming and the last but not the least a perfect meeting with the director;today(20th oct),its time to say good bye .Freinds having new IRSE logo on their chests are hugging each other.we are going to miss binni's mesmerising eyes,suryaputra divyansh,chasing binni and appu.
I like Itarsi-manikpur section(deisel loco hauled) the moston pune patna route.When the sun goes down,train starts stopping at stations having 3-4 passengers only.this shows the loneliness and closeeness to the nature of these places.the earthy smell of the unburnt coal,a frying corn put on angithi, a lady running with her potli to catch the last general coach, an old man getting down at station with his peti ; probably are the normal affairs here. A new TT boarded at satna was knowledgable enough to share facts about this abandoned area.dried and burnt trees,ruined markets were telling terror stories of datua dakoit there.
We were very lucky to have our tickets confirmed in this festive season and that too in 3rd AC.i love the liveliness and freshness of its coupe and it becomes greener if you find girls with a combination of chirping like birds as well as calmness like ocean.One can easily have a bird's eye view on all the activities sitting at side upper.Different jobs tune engineers to vibrate with different frequencies.It can be noticed as software guys ,busy with mobile games and TV serial series while sarkari guys,talking sense and observing things.They(sarkari) are always busy in selecting and rejecting photos in search of their soulmates.yeah! they will always be in demand,thanks to bureaucracy.The excitement of meeting someone special has dampened the intensity of many sleepless nights.Among adults,we had an octagenarian,easily distinguished by his clothes,a money bag hanging around his belly,reading aarogya dham and books on palmistry. I was lucky to hear 71 and 99 war stories from him.
After few hours we caught up with road bridge running parallel to naini rail bridge. the light post on the road looked like series bulbs used in diwali decoration.As soon as we reached kumbh nagari,the calmness and the chirping both were lost from our compartment but the sole traveller was there infront of me happilly and politely asking," where are you going, patna?" Its 23 hrsand as usual my friends are busy in chatting and watching matrimonial profiles.I will be busy talking to the warrior very soon in search of my new characters.
TO BE CONTINUED
