So,I take for granted you know about trains. The ones that still go "chuk chuk". The ones where you can hear aunties swearing like a badass if you step on their toes. The ones that zoom past if you're running with a bag full of papers and documents to try to climb onto the flooding footboard,and waddle along like a duck on a warm day if you are late for office. The ones you can look out of for twinkling lights; of the stars and sky-scrapers both. The ones where the guy can 'protect' his girl from the crowd with a shy hand around her shoulder.:P
Perhaps the only place where one interacts with absolute strangers in a level of comfort saved for a close few. I,personally,have been told-1.That I have a manly nose.(Don't ask me how that is possible,or how that came to be said.)2.That my smile is sweet.(Faith restored in my obvious beauty:P) 3.Irresponsible teenagers like me will be the death of the nation. 4.Arre,if you want to get down at Bhandup,why are you standing in the middle? (followed by some hardcore martial art.)You get the gist. What my point is, do you think you'd talk so coolly with people you know absolutely nothing about? (except that they'd kill you in no time if you let your bag touch them) Conclusion: Trains are magical.
You'd be lying if you say you didn't think that someday a late train would take you places undreamt of,places of mystery and adventure. If you didn't try to imagine a ride swooshing past humanity into the dark exciting world beyond. A train,an unusual recluse for your thoughts,for letting down your hair and saying,"Damn the world,Imma go to sleep." Trains,where you play cards with the upper berth kid. Where you eye the cute stranger. Where you may meet people you thought were past.(Fortunately,unfortunately?) Where you can pretend you look cool with the wind weaving through your hair. Where you get pamphlets about how to lose weight. Where you can sing all you want secretly under the constant chugging noise. Where you and your gang can chill with silly loud talk and selfies and it is okay. Where your hopes resurface and you smile as you buy the cheapest jewellery ever.
It is a sure-shot thing: to fall in love with this lemonade to the lemons life gives us.
P.S. I know you read NO.4 of the title in Hindi:P If you did not,board a train,NOW!!
Perhaps the only place where one interacts with absolute strangers in a level of comfort saved for a close few. I,personally,have been told-1.That I have a manly nose.(Don't ask me how that is possible,or how that came to be said.)2.That my smile is sweet.(Faith restored in my obvious beauty:P) 3.Irresponsible teenagers like me will be the death of the nation. 4.Arre,if you want to get down at Bhandup,why are you standing in the middle? (followed by some hardcore martial art.)You get the gist. What my point is, do you think you'd talk so coolly with people you know absolutely nothing about? (except that they'd kill you in no time if you let your bag touch them) Conclusion: Trains are magical.
You'd be lying if you say you didn't think that someday a late train would take you places undreamt of,places of mystery and adventure. If you didn't try to imagine a ride swooshing past humanity into the dark exciting world beyond. A train,an unusual recluse for your thoughts,for letting down your hair and saying,"Damn the world,Imma go to sleep." Trains,where you play cards with the upper berth kid. Where you eye the cute stranger. Where you may meet people you thought were past.(Fortunately,unfortunately?) Where you can pretend you look cool with the wind weaving through your hair. Where you get pamphlets about how to lose weight. Where you can sing all you want secretly under the constant chugging noise. Where you and your gang can chill with silly loud talk and selfies and it is okay. Where your hopes resurface and you smile as you buy the cheapest jewellery ever.
It is a sure-shot thing: to fall in love with this lemonade to the lemons life gives us.
P.S. I know you read NO.4 of the title in Hindi:P If you did not,board a train,NOW!!
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