Despite all fallacies , there are many reasons for my rather irrational and unconditional love for these crimson carriages. First and foremost is the obvious reason of the abstract location of my dwelling place. For the uninitiated , I live in a VILLAGE/TOWN called Haldwani in Uttarakhand. To reach there from any place and when I say any, I MEAN ANY, I invariably and unfailingly have to change AT LEAST two trains to reach there. Except from Delhi . Be it from college , a holiday , an intern or any other place as such. EXCEPT DELHI. So, you see, I can’t really hate trains as it would leave me with a forlorn grumpy face while going home. So as habit and circumstances dictated, I entered into a convenient wedlock with trains. Agreeing to the terms of our arranged marriage, slowly but surely ,I have learnt to love them.
Secondly, I enjoy meeting new people. Different kinds of people from varied backgrounds use the grand old Indian railways on a daily basis and interacting with them is definitely an enriching experience ( You do know I am bullshitting right. Of course, it’s the girls whom I like to ogle. But I like being a fake and politically correct guy on my blog).
Thirdly , let’s face it , planes and buses are hopeless. They leave you with stiff backs and cramped up legs, buses being additionally guilty of unrelieved and burning bladders. Also planes make you feel sorry for yourself as you, poor soul, cannot see the glorious air hostesses daily. AND BUSES, well, I feel sorry for them.
Fourthly, The eternal optimist , bollywood buff and hopeless romantic that I am, I believe there could be a “JAB WE MET” waiting to happen. I would sit all grumpy and aloof and a girl would come and sit next to me. My serious demeanour and mystery would entice her and she’d fall right from top of the Burj towers in Dubai ,straight into love with me. We would perform Bhangra at our pompous wedding and living happily after that. Let’s face it.THIS WAS ACTUALLY LAME AND RIDICULOUS but imagination knows no bounds, sadly. Not that I am desperate. It’s just that I am a little girly in these matters. The magic of love, and all that crap, I believe in it and do want to be touched by it someday. Pitiably so.
Unfortunately , my super shyness and dumbfoundedness (I call it deliberately ignoring) has not really worked yet and girls haven’t as much as sniggered at me .It’s the kids ,whom I get to talk with ,play ludo with n sometimes,LOSE TO.
Still , I am full of hope and unfailingly check for F-17 to 22 on the reservation chart in vicinity of my own seat. I jump with joy if I find one , only to find daddy dearest glaring at me , or the girls and her supposed brother( It feels good to think of other guys as brothers) canoodling away.
Still I have lived on in innate optimism and one fine day, it did happen. Definitely not as I had expected though.I was going back TO DELHI after my internship in Baroda had finished WHEN.......
