The Train



“Oh Babuji Babuji….Kahan kho gaye….4 rupayye do Train chalu hone ko hai…oh Babuji”
Haan deta huin deta huin…………..

U never know when the black shadow of past would come running faster than the Mandla express I was traveling, and cover your present…..and fill it with momentary brightness…
Ya brightness is what I meant, you read it correctly.....

I still remember those days…..Those PL’s (Preparation leaves) which we used to get every semester. Please don’t get me wrong I am no topper and I didn’t enjoy the period as it gave me required leave for the preparation of semester exams…I liked and waited for it for some other reasons…..The reason I know would sound weird to you but that’s is it…These PL’s gave me an opportunity to go home with ******* ………..And that eventually translated into an opportunity to spend 15Hrs 30 Mins together…I remb it was December time and cold has gripped the entire North,,,
· 4:00 PM---She leaves Indrapuri
· 4:45---She reaches Bhopal station…
· 4:46---She fights with Autowala for charging Rs 5 extra when compared to the charge she paid for a similar trip she made 7mnths ago….
· 4:48---She checks her weight at the, Dilwali sort of decorated public weighing m/c and readers please don’t take it as a regular and irrelevant act…as this weight slip would be later on compared with the weight slip generated after PL and then a unique formula which even Newton couldn’t create would be applied to calculate the gain in calories……
· 4:50 PM……Argues with Coolie to take her luggage to platform 3 and always ends up carrying it herself as ya u guessed it rite that poor chap wanted some Rs.10 extra…J
· 4:55 PM…………Gosh..4:55 ….she would bump into me with her carry bag 3 times her own size and reducing the work of platform sweeping staff….
· 5:00PM------Mandla Express leaves Bhopal station….

We guys have a weird tendency of trying to behave like the saviors of the girl beside them and would make all possible or I must say all impossible attempts to protect them from the eyes of world.
I remember once I got suspicious about a tea vendor who would come shouting “chaieyyeya chaiyyeeya” every15 mins…..and then had a good fight with him like a stupid …shouting at him that I knew why he is making so many rounds of the compartment and what not….

Train journeys have always been a boring affair for me sans when I am with her either the driver too drove the train fast so that he himself can have a look at my ****** when she gets down at the station or the Newton’s law really makes sesnse..That time flies by when you are with a beautiful lady……

“Vinni”….as I had already told you guys once in my article “Last Call” that my name from her voice always seems special…..
Did you see that movie “Hulk”…..Yucks Oh God No No…This question has always been tougher than all 16Mrks numerical I ever attended in my semester exams? If I say “Yes” then all of a sudden she would feel sleepyJ and want me to recite the story …..If I say No….Then in a typical *******manner…her eyebrows making perfect semiciricles..her tender pinkish lips separating away from each other making a geometrical figure resembling ellipse….and then comes the a shrill loud over sound which sounded somewhat similar to the English word “What?” but 7612738698789798798798 times overexaagerated making me feel that my life is of no use and I should right now jump out of the train…

Actually*******I know it’s a nice movie but actually,,u know. I mean and the she saves me form telling a lie just for me so that I can very well proclaim that “I Never Lie”…

Okis no problem, I will tell you the story….and then like a kindergarten kid I listen to the story which makes no sense to me as a filthy creature. Some gal.. Some queen. They kiss and all…...

and here we are at Jabalpur Station where we will board our next train to Singrauli….

Let me get to you something to eat….******…Wait Vinni wait. I got something for you and like PC Sarkaar (India’s Best magician) she would put her hand in her bag and end up taking out her vanity case….H aha ha haaa ha haa…..Can’t stop laughing…
What what is this I exclaim…?

Oh, No I am sorry. I mean. I got Tiffin for you Vinni and this times she takes out the Tiffin and here for the first time I confess that I lied to her I deliberately dropped my purse on the dirty platform and would pick it up with my hand….

Oh no Vinni are you mad..you get your hand dirty….No probs ******I will wash it and come…No don’t go anywhere…she always feared that I would miss the train..Kiddo she was…..No don’t go Vinni…I will feed you by my hand…..

Yes! I won again…

We board the Dwarka express and sat their chatting on the side lower, I recollecting all my PJ’s and also all I read from various PJ sites just to impress her……my chest swelling up my sense of humor coz I had lit up the Train journey of the sweetest girl on earth with laughter which in turn I did for my selfish reasons…coz I still remb her beautiful face when she laughed at my PJ’s..Her stomach aching. Her nose running and she trying to wipe it with her small hanky….

Its time to sleep vinni……Ya you go ******I will sit for few minutes then will sleep…Okis Gdnight and she goes to sleep.

And then after few minutes I too go to sleep…All of a sudden I wake up in the night at abt 2:00AM…reason being that I had this weird feeling of being completely naked as the cold was so chillin and alash I had no quilt or cover with me…..

I don’t know c called it telepathy but I could never understand how she would always know when I am in trouble…

Vinni..whats up why are you awake, Is everything alright? Ya ********sab fine..U sleep but she figured out that I am in trouble and jumps out of her berth searching for her sleepers in the dark…Vinni what happened. You are shivering like hell? where’s your Quilt? Are you alright?

I got no quilt *******and as I guessed an over exaggerated What followed by she covering me with her quilt…..and then she starts rubbing her hand on my legs ..and then my hands…and I sit there like a small kid who is lying on a hospital bed,,,,he has no idea but enjoys all the attention/care. She told me that her mom said it makes the body hot….

I believe that the girls/woman might seem to be kidish, innocent, immature….to you but when time comes and when you need them they can turn the entire world around to safeguard their companion…..and I was witnessing the same….

The train stops at Katni station…..at about 03:00AM…the station all silent and dark…with no living creatures around
She steps out to the platform alone and gets a chaiwala form God knows where…and then offers me tea….so that I can get to normal….Slowly I regain my normal state and then she offers her own cup of tea…..

I am fine *******now you go and sleep….yet another over exaggerated What? And you..you don’t have a quilt…how would you sleep?

I would manage ********..No

Don’t argue..and go to sleep..i had my nap and don’t feel like sleeping..i knew my argument would be brutally over-ruled...i don’t remb but I went to sleep and when I got I saw her sitting there itself rubbing my legs with her hand……………

Decemebr 17th 2007….I am on my way home..Today,also my quilt is missing…..
Rubbing my hands together…..

Just had my tea…ya you gueseed it right two cups..both mine…..

Yeah lo bhaiyaa…..4 Rupaayee..Maaf karna koi yaad aa gayaa thaaa……..

The Train starts to move…and so the Time taking me away from her…………..the only difference being that the train would one day return back but time would never…………….and nor will she….