Sat, 14thJuly- 9:30AM to 10:30AM
Perhaps sounds like a childish school-children’s essay? But this is what I call ‘blog’ in truest sense of word. What more good than sitting in a Shatabdi compartment observing people and commenting on them without their knowledge, and a constructive use of time as well 😉 .
Well, first of all let me start me with my most coveted objects of desire.. yeah, you are guessing it right.. pretty ladies! Now there are many pretty ladies here in compartment.. and many of them single too(I mean here) but I liked only one of those.. a bit more fair.. thick blackish lips-not at all matching with her complexion- rest of all, as a regular Indian-college going girl(as much I can figure out). From where I am sitting, I can see her reflection of the roof-top window pane. For almost two hours.. her adjacent seat had been vacant and I’ve been thinking of giving her the honour of my company(!!) .. To do Or Not to Do.. has been the eternal irking question for me. Somehow I am not able to gather enough courage to go up to .. I very well imagined that I could smoothly slip into that fortuitously vacant seat and would say a very casual ‘hi’.. and then I’d be dumb! My mind stops working after that. Anyway.. as I was thinking all that-and perhaps I’d have approached her by the end of my journey- like a typical hindi-movie, enter the villain. And now it has been almost 2 hours since they people have been talking, talking and more talking continuously. And am getting all ‘J’ !
Now I hear her voice for the first time, ewww! May be that’s a blessing in disguise that he came(may be the other way round-angoor khatte hai 😦 ) whatever, I cant help myself feeling invidious and defeated. When would I grow up?
The two middle aged man sitting behind me are discussing all politics of UP and their office and their neighbourhood and what not. And they talked on phone at such high decibel levels that I doubt other party would have heard them without any kind of telecommunication device.
The man sitting next to me stinks of I-don’t-know-what! Why the hell people don’t use deos and anti-perspirants if they know how terrible they smell. I hate bad body and mouth odour.
Among other co-passengers, there is one couple canoodling and getting all so very cozy, which makes me even more green as well as helpless. And a really obese lady had been hooked to her ipod all the while while occasionally exchanging glances with me.. which really appalled me. Then here is a single mother with an absolutely troublesome child and even his baby-sitter isn’t able to handle him properly. I hate children of this age group, they are so very unmanageable!
Right now I must be looking like some MNC’s chief executives, sipping mango juice, working on laptop while intermittently gazing out of window to lush green fields, with sun playing hide& seek. Life couldn’t be better! I’ve not spoken a word since last 4 hours and all the frustration is building up, and probably it would find vent at home.
Travelling with bulky and expensive stuffs is such a pain in the ass. Like I’ve to pee in hurry in order to watch-guard my laptop.. or worse enough.. have to be in the loo with it, just imagine! By the way, today for the first time in life I hired services of cooly.. giving away 40 bucks to him doesn’t made me regret that much as much I used to, coz the luggage this time was really loaded.. and I wasn’t feeling internally robust enough to carry it all by myself.
Finally, the lady and the guy is quite, Ahoy!
Hadn’t there been any constraint of battery life of this laptop, I’d been scribbling all throughout this journey giving you/me verbatim account of this entire coach.. but unfortunately it isn’t so. The power-point here are just two-pins.. and I cant think of any use of them save mobile-recharching.. which no one does generally now.. when would railways keep up with modern day? They provide services, but by that time they have already become obsolete.. grow up guys!a
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