Recently I went to Mangalore for my cousin's wedding not expecting this to be one of my memorable trips.. Actually I had decided not to go for the wedding, but changed my decision at the last moment. Even though we had booked our tickets( Matsyagandha Express) three months in advance which is what was required , our tickets were not confirmed(Damn those Railway agents). So we were to make the journey by trying to reserve our seats besides the toilet and we had with us a family of 3 ( We were a family of 4), a railway policeman and a guy .
My dad was quite angry with us for not making it in time for alighting the train. The scheduled timing for the train was 2.05 p.m and we had reached the station at 1.25 p.m . And surprise surprise . . the train was there waiting for the endless commuters like us( I mean the WAITING LISTERS and the people travelling in Open Coaches). And so we had to go through the entire coaches of the train to see whether there's a place enough for 4 of us. Finally we got 1 but my dad was not happy with it and we searched further but couldn't find a larger place.
Then the train journey began. With my brother at one door of the coach and my mom at the other door, we had effectively sealed the seats for us till the evening. Then me n my mom used to exchange places regularly.With my father at the centre guarding our bags we had much space enough for 4 of us I thought.
We had with us a family of 3 i.e Dad, Mom and their cute little 4-5 year old daughter. The little girl and me gelled quite fast and she used to call me with a really nice name i.e BHAU.. which in Marathi means brother.. She used to roam over that small place making her father angry. She used to recite her K.G poems and also dance while singing them. I do miss her vibrant smile and also her way of saying BHAU..
Also we had a railway policeman with us who was to travel to Kundapur for some work and he was seated into the seat meant for the Ticket Checker and other railway officials. He actually was a great help as he made arrangements for us to get some sleep in that small space.
And then we had a guy with us who was to get down at Madgaon.. since we had made the door seats our own .. he had to stand for most of the afternoon.. Then he got himself a seat and was sulking all the evening. Only when it was time for dinner that we left the door and came inside and then he captured that seat and he wasn't ready to leave that. We had our dinner and made our sleeping arrangements with us at the center(i.e me and my mom my brother towards the left and my father in the seat in which the policeman was seated (He went to sleep in one of the coaches.) and the other family to our right. The guy was seated at the door with the door open.
And now the action started. The little girl was shivering due to the fast gushes of air coming.. and so her father requested him to close the door to which he acted as if he hadn't heard anything. This enraged her father who made it clear to him to close the door. Still he was making some wierd gestures and this was the boiling point as the father juz picked him up and pushed him towards the toilet. And then he got up somewhat surprised and the he took the filmy route of lashing out at him.. He just clapped a few times and then said.. " This is what your parents has taught you. You maybe would be teaching the same to your daughter also. I considered your age otherwise i too would have done something".
That guy got down at Madgaon muttering something.. Afterwards it was a peaceful journey with me reading a book to pass away the time. The other family got down at Udipi and we got down at our hometown Surathkal..
And surprise surprise... none of the T.C s checked our tickets.. probably they knew it's of no use since the train was jam packed and the no of WAITING LISTERS are on the higher side..
P.S :: I forgot to mention my friends who were part of this trip. My friends Rohit,Pravin and Naresh had actually come to the railway station to see me off.. So once again my apologies to you all..
My dad was quite angry with us for not making it in time for alighting the train. The scheduled timing for the train was 2.05 p.m and we had reached the station at 1.25 p.m . And surprise surprise . . the train was there waiting for the endless commuters like us( I mean the WAITING LISTERS and the people travelling in Open Coaches). And so we had to go through the entire coaches of the train to see whether there's a place enough for 4 of us. Finally we got 1 but my dad was not happy with it and we searched further but couldn't find a larger place.
Then the train journey began. With my brother at one door of the coach and my mom at the other door, we had effectively sealed the seats for us till the evening. Then me n my mom used to exchange places regularly.With my father at the centre guarding our bags we had much space enough for 4 of us I thought.
We had with us a family of 3 i.e Dad, Mom and their cute little 4-5 year old daughter. The little girl and me gelled quite fast and she used to call me with a really nice name i.e BHAU.. which in Marathi means brother.. She used to roam over that small place making her father angry. She used to recite her K.G poems and also dance while singing them. I do miss her vibrant smile and also her way of saying BHAU..
Also we had a railway policeman with us who was to travel to Kundapur for some work and he was seated into the seat meant for the Ticket Checker and other railway officials. He actually was a great help as he made arrangements for us to get some sleep in that small space.
And then we had a guy with us who was to get down at Madgaon.. since we had made the door seats our own .. he had to stand for most of the afternoon.. Then he got himself a seat and was sulking all the evening. Only when it was time for dinner that we left the door and came inside and then he captured that seat and he wasn't ready to leave that. We had our dinner and made our sleeping arrangements with us at the center(i.e me and my mom my brother towards the left and my father in the seat in which the policeman was seated (He went to sleep in one of the coaches.) and the other family to our right. The guy was seated at the door with the door open.
And now the action started. The little girl was shivering due to the fast gushes of air coming.. and so her father requested him to close the door to which he acted as if he hadn't heard anything. This enraged her father who made it clear to him to close the door. Still he was making some wierd gestures and this was the boiling point as the father juz picked him up and pushed him towards the toilet. And then he got up somewhat surprised and the he took the filmy route of lashing out at him.. He just clapped a few times and then said.. " This is what your parents has taught you. You maybe would be teaching the same to your daughter also. I considered your age otherwise i too would have done something".
That guy got down at Madgaon muttering something.. Afterwards it was a peaceful journey with me reading a book to pass away the time. The other family got down at Udipi and we got down at our hometown Surathkal..
And surprise surprise... none of the T.C s checked our tickets.. probably they knew it's of no use since the train was jam packed and the no of WAITING LISTERS are on the higher side..
P.S :: I forgot to mention my friends who were part of this trip. My friends Rohit,Pravin and Naresh had actually come to the railway station to see me off.. So once again my apologies to you all..
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