Indian Rail : A Journey Through India

It’s been long since I am traveling through various geography of our nation. The most used mode of my travel is Train. But with increasing growth in career, a kind of sophistication has engrossed me. While traveling I tries being good with my own self. Since last 3-4 years, I really don't remember when did the last time I had traveled in a general class bogie of a train.

Once you are into an AC bogie, you will observe people flaunting their best of the attitude. This was one big lesson of psychology for me, "Same person behaves differently in different environment".

This time, I took a little more time to book Rail Ticket for my Deoghar Tour that ended up me traveling into a general bogie. General Bogie... Am I joking to myself? Is it that I will have to travel in the "Cattle Class", as popularly said! No, no. I can't travel in general bogie. I tried hard getting an AC Rail ticket. Have tried all the possible combinations of reaching Deoghar from Kolkata. But all vein. The tour was important for me, I cannot avoid or postpone this travel by even a day. So was left with no choice but to travel in a "Cattle Class".

Though the journey was of just 4.5 hours but traveling in general class was making me feel a little jetty.

I managed to reach station a little early to get a window seat. Perhaps this was my way of consoling me from any possible discomfort during the journey. And I managed to get one Window seat as well. Though it had put me into an aggressive mode, and I almost had fought with a co-passenger to get that window seat.

And the journey of enlightenment, or perhaps re-enlightenment started with a long vistile of the engine. The train started sharp at 8:10 am from Howrah, as scheduled. And with the start of the train, a big fight broke inside my compartment for seat. Few fellow passengers were fighting at the top of their esophagus to let other person surrender and cherish the supremacy of the other. A sudden chaos broke inside me. I was feeling not so good in that noise. To add into it the outside noise of engine and rail machines were making me go mad. I felt like getting down at next station. I tried listening to music using my ear phone but all in vein. Perhaps I was super conscious about any happening around me. And I already had visualized my journey as a difficult one.

The chaotic fight lasted for 10-15 minutes and all settled down wherever they got their seats. Even some who was fighting a few minutes back was discussing cast politics together, laughing, making comments on the Political Systems in India. Strange, how we manage to change our mood so very quickly. I don't know if the same thing is happening with animals as well where a Lion perhaps would have fought for his territory with another Lion and immediately after this fight starts playing with his children. I think this is prominent characteristics of Humans only and this is what is differentiation us from animals.

A journey where lot of small - small events added up to make a book of a good to great experience. Wow! What a journey. A journey worth travelling and an eye opener for me. That 4.5 hour journey would be one framed possession for me throughout the life.

Salaam Bombay

Its the city of joy, a city that is more in imagination and the past glory. A city that is brighter and cleaner. People with much self consciousness, with much better and clearer communication style. A city where much of the pisces lover are there though they are of Lionic nature. A city I love to be a part of. Great city with wonderful philosophies and values. A city that is having a style and suave.

I was enjoying my life here as long as last two days didn't have brought a sudden deviation from my usual equalibrium of my City of Joy's life.

Since last two days I am into a different world, a world where realistic approach is more prominent, more visible. A world where people don't try much for looking beautiful but they are. A world where people are self aware but more than that they are aware of their society. A world where people may not use jazzy languages to express themself, but are clearer to the rest part of the world.

Suddenly the part of this world woked up in me which had lost inside. The time that had put a thick layer of dust over that world inside me suddenly had blown a cool breeze to make it clean, clear and prominent. Till the moment I touched the land of this city, I was more of the Bhadro Jan. With the crowd passing by me, brushing their shoulder with me, the lost part of this city suddenly woked up. Enjoying this known renewed change in me. Feel proud of being part of this dream world where people keeps their eyes open to see those dreams.

Salaam Bombay!