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Train Escapade #3

I wanna be home! 

It rained hell a lot of today. There wasn’t a single minute where it had stopped rainjng and the sky was clear. The roads were water logged. Even some railway stations were water logged and the train transport had stopped.  Luckily the train which I took was running, delayed,but still it was running and I was going to be home for sure.

I realized how much does this one word ‘home’ means to us. How relieved we are to even think that we are going to be home in some time. The smile that comes to our face when we reach home and see the pets coming to us wagging their tails.  The moment we step inside the house and mom asks whether you must be tired. Have you eaten anything?  When dad pats your back and asks you about your day. When your sibbling teases you on some random topic and that teasing turns into a pillow fight.

The meaning of home is different for everyone. My home is my safe place. My nest to which I come back after a long day in the open sky. Home is mom and dad. Home is my cozy bed. Home is my favorite window corner and my novels. Home is delicious meal cooked by mom. Home is cuddling with mom-dad after our tiering day at work and college. Home is a where I took my first steps of life and now to have a new life. Home is where nobody judges you. Nobody punishes you. Nobody tries to make fun or put you down.

Home is optimism. Home is the lightning of diyas in Diwali to make it look beautiful. Home is coloured hands marks on the walls during Holi. Home is flying kites on the terrace. Home is Valentine’s day celebration. Home is where Lord Ganesh arrives. Home is where the evil is killed and the victory of the sinless is celebrated. Home is where the Santa Claus is welcomed.

Home is where you want to be in your good and bad times. Home is where you want to be to be safe. Loved. Pampered. Comforted. Home is everything to me. And for everyone.

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The Train Escapades#2

Women on the train!

While traveling when you don’t have a book to read, low battery in your phone, no internet, no music and when you just sit and observe the people around you,it’s kind of amazing!Have you ever tried that?  Just observation. Observing different people around you while you are traveling can really be fun sometimes. And observation of women specifically is more fun. There are so many vivid personalities that you can come across.

Like today,  I was traveling back home after finishing my college. I was alone,was done with reading my current book and was bored to listen the same music over and over again on my phone. I saw, around me, every person was doing some or the other activity. A woman besides me was listening to some music so loud that I could hear the lyrics clearly.  “Zindagi ek safar hai suhana,yaha kal kya ho kisne jana” meaning “Life is a beautiful journey. You never know what awaits  for you in the future.” Two girls, must be around 17 or 18 years of age were chatting on their smart phones.  Talking to each other in between and sharing the happenings in their life.  Another lady was  with her small baby girl. Trying to adjust on a ‘fourth seat’. The baby girl was fast asleep in her mother’s arms. Another group of middle aged women and young girls played some group game on someone’s phone.  Ludo it seemed to me. It was fun to see how the women giggled and teased when they won the game, or sent someone else’s token back home. It felt like they were reliving their childhood days again.At that instant,their concentration was on only the dice and it’s numbers. My mother was one of the players playing the game. And I would give anything one asks for to watch her giggle like that.

Some others were just asleep.Tired from a hectic day at work and college. Necks back, mouths open, eyes closed.  The standard position for every human to sleep on board. Some were lost, deep in thoughts. Women thinking about what to cook for dinner most probably #Indianwomen, girls thinking about homework or boyfriend may be.  (Two totally different roads,  I know)  Still you never know what one thinks.

Penny for everyone’s thoughts.

There are thousands of different things you could possibly observe. And hundreds of personalities you may come across. For every working woman here in India,the train journey is the only time where she could relax. Get some time to talk, unclench, vent, think,observe,watch movies,listen to the music of her choice. Every possible thing she could do on board she will. It’s a two shift job for every girl, woman.One shift at the office, second shift at home.  There’s no end to her work.  Then why not enjoy the train journey. The only time she has to herself where she doesn’t have to work or study.Some even worked on their laptops. You could see those ladies are either workaholics or with tight dead lines.

Women selling vegetables and fish are all together a different observation. #haha You can never understand what they talk among st themselves. Some top secret code language it seems. One second they fight with each other and the other minute they are exchanging their trade experiences. Unbelievable!

Local trains in Mumbai are the heart of the city.  The Mumbai women the heartbeat.

P.s. Who’s going to argue to each other,fight over the seats if not women. Every Mumbaikar women’s day is incomplete, either without arguing or witnessing an argument.

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The train escapade #1

Rain in the Train!?

Well, it is the first week since my college has re-opened. And the first two days were as gloomy and boring as possible. Getting back to reality after a lazy holiday can be quite a job.  

Today,I set off in the morning with a dark sky and some drizzling rain. As soon as I reached the railway station it started pouring like crazy. I was glad I did not get wet in that pouring rain and most importantly I did not have to open my umbrella while reaching the station. Travelling with a wet umbrella, is a big NO NO for me.  I hate to travel with wet, damp things. Good for me that I reached before it started raining.

May be due to being the mid week,the train was considerably empty. Lot of seats vacant. It was raining less by the time I boarded the train. I sat on the third seat from the window.Of course the window was shut due to the rains. 

The first few minutes were okay and then we (me and the people around me)realized that,it was dripping from the roof. At first,  it was just a drop or two, later as the downpour of the rain started again,it started drizzling inside the train.Holy lord, unbelievable! We were actually getting wet due to the rain inside the train. Weren’t we supposed to be dry and comfortable instead of damp and drizzled over and saturated due to the rain? And above that, we all were actually enjoying it.  As bizarre as it may seem,but we actually were. The sleepy morning faces were now lit, laughing and giggling and enjoying that weird situation.  Of course after sometime the happy faces turned irritated, criticizing the Railway ministry and the maintenance departments; for the lack of maintenance and ignorance.  But by the time they got to that, it was time for me to get down. 

It was a pleasant experience though. Something that was totally unexpected and sort of fun. Adventures of travelling in the local trains I guess.

Expect the unexpected and accept the unexpected.


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