two lazy fellows started their journey for a special cause ... that will be revealed later on.The episode started on 2nd jan 2006 ya it was a new year eve.After celebrating new year ...that was also a fuss, I don't want to disclose may be I will blog it later, but the events which i am going to describe are very interesting(for the readers) and hilarious, but for us these events were torturous as well as enjoyable mixed with compulsion and confusion. On the 2nd of jan 2006 at 10 pm we two lazybones nearly missed the train. When we arrived at the railway station the train was about to leave, but we two courageous fellows like army commandos without any difficulty and hesitation boarded on the train."Thank god" was our voice inside. We were very relaxed and happy to be in the train on time. But this happy moment did not last long, soon we discovered that we had boarded on a wrong train. The train had started rolling and was gaining momentum ,we were aghast...what to do ? No ...we are brave souls, "we will have to jump", we decided ...."but this could be risky " We thought.... no we have to do it after all we are brave souls" finally we decided . "you jump first and catch the luggage"( it was a bag nothing more) said one brave soul and the other followed the instruction .....one ,two, three,.....jump yapeee ,take this and here i junp...the other also plunged(not exaggerating) from the door of the coach. Only the good thing was we were on our legs and senses. But tried to find out what went wrong. Actually, it was not a major mistake, the train which we had to catch was Pune-Indore shanti exp , but the train on which we had mistakenly climbed-up was Indore-Pune shanti express, but was it not our fault ,it was the fault of railway department which has scheduled both the trains Up and Down to arrive at the station , same time; our train was standing on the other platform. we then boarded on right train we made it sure by asking several fellow passengers and TC of that train. We had waiting ticket, in India we have right to board on reserved compartment, even if we don't have confirmed reservation. So we randomly climbed up in a compartment which we thought was less crowded, but soon we found that we were the only ones who did not have seat to sit or lie down. But who cares, we after talking with TC who expressed his helplessness in providing us a seat,we took out our tools from the bag, (bed sheet and blanket) we spread the bed sheet on the floor near by the toilet room and covered ourself with the blanket. The train called shanti express as my friend rightly points out, how shanti and express can exist together, started off its endeavour. Just after leaving the station she started showing her real character, it stopped after running for 10 minutes and haulted for half an hour.This trend continued through out the journey. She haulted more, rolled less. Her old, weary disel engine, was screaming and crying ; the scream was horrifying. Any way she took 12 hours instead of usual 8 hours to complete the journey....never mind ,for indian railways it is not a big thing. Now, we were standing at a place where we had never visited before.But it looked familier to us , as all big or small indian cities are more or less are similar. We arrieved there at 10 am immediately we thought we should move towards our final destination that was DHARNAGRI, in short DHAR, the land where once legendary king Raja BHOJ ruled. we were exited to see the city ,which has a beautiful and glorious history. We decided to catch a bus to Dhar as no railway station exist there. We hired a autorickshaw, reached bus stand, on the way we bought a quarter gin to refresh ourself. At bus stand we mixed it with mineral water, drank it slowly on our way to Dhar. Few of our foreign friends, probably from japan, riding with us, got frighten when they discovered that we were drinking liquor, but my friend by staring at them made them more frightened.
next arrival at Dhar..................
next arrival at Dhar..................
written by my friend from 7th century, after 10000 hours of typing
ReplyDelete