For all those who have always been happy for no reason and have commuted even their last step on posh wheels,please excuse!!
This space belongs to all those who have been to the other side of life and back.I was born in the far east,education took me to the far west,my pursuit for bread and butter drifted me to the south and I believe my next stop destination should be the CAPITOL.So as you can see i have been to places and boy did i travel!
When you travel, you ride your destiny on wheels but of late, I have found the wheels under my feet missing.I have been a frequent flier for the last two years after college,thanks to the credit card companies and their lifetime GOLD credit card offers.But things were not the same and boring two years back.
One month back i had this unusual business trip to make from Baroda to Surat.My friend suggested to skip the idea of a volvo and i complied.Finally two hours later at around 4:30 p.m. we were in the general compartment of Ahinsa Express.The train was cursing its passengers for it was full to the brim and the gujju heat in the summer time was killing.There was hardly any space for anyone to drive home his ass but i went lucky.I somehow eased(the word 'ease' is a misnomer here) myself in the corridor near the toilet.The smell of sweat from the people around and the pugnacious urinary odour from the toilet made it a perfect plot for khushwant singh's next novel.Suddenly the old man beside me shouted "baju ma khas".I looked outside from the door and i could see an old shaady station.The station was empty and the 'choudhry ki chai' was cold.The train never ever took off from there for i was in a time warp - the great escape from my lovely past.
But there was a certain irony to this plot.In a corridor where people could not find a piece of space ,i found my peace of mind.I was perfectly at home and silent.It was a trip down the memory lanes...my very own college days and the innumerable such trips that i have made.There was no money then but there were avenues to enjoy and be happy.The vada pav was delicious and the dirty clothes my very own.
I was glad to find that there is a part of it still left in me,yet things can never be the same again.I will forever be in search of sanity that i know i will never find....untill the next station passes by!!!
