One hour @ railway platform

The moment the train halted, my feet touched the platform. I was aware that I would have to pass one hour or sixty minutes or 3600 seconds of my precious life in waiting for another train still I jumped out of the train in such a hurry as if its one of the local trains of Mumbai targeted by LeT on 11th July 2006.

Though Indian Railway has been incurring heavy expenditure in constructing overbridges, I crossed the tracks like the participants of “FEAR FACTOR”.

The platform was representing the true India, people of different races, with different faces, in different dresses, of different shapes, of different complexions, still I did not find anybody familiar. So I started looking for my best friend whom you will find in most of the railway stations with “WHEELER”.

I was feeling thirsty. I bought a bottle of packed drinking water ignoring the reports of CSE about the pesticides. Opened the cap, quenched my thirst and put the cap back. I was careful enough not to drop a single drop of water, after all I had paid for it a price at which we were buying milk few years back.

Then I felt that my legs are paining as if I had just defeated P.T.Usha. I started looking for a place to sit. (Indians can sit anywhere, depending upon their social status.) Luckily I found a place suitable for me, but like a true Indian did not thank the person who was occupying it before I captured it as soon as he vacated. For me one square foot was sufficient, yet I tried my best to spread as much as I can. After all I was not traveling W.T.

I started enjoying the horns, the sound of the engines, the barking dogs and the voice of the announcer. I was avoiding eye contacts with people around me. They might ask me to share my “SINHASAN” . In stead my eyes were on the ox who was wandering without a platform ticket. It reminded me of our railway minister who loves the cattle very much. Also my eyes were on my luggage and looking