I always loved train journey ever since I was a kid. Looking out of the window , enjoying the fast moving world , the touch of the breeze on my hair , sometimes little droplets of rain falling on my cheeks during the rainy season , journey was fun .
When I moved to Bangalore , myself and my husband used to go to Kerala , by train , if ever we get the tickets else it was the boring bus journey.I experienced the proper local train rush , one day when we had to go in the local compartment.It was a dreadful journey , I think I ever had.
That day , we were so happy , that we had booked the tickets for home by train , since it was the first time after marriage that we were travelling in train. We got down from office , earlier so that so we could reach the station on time . As we reached the station , we realized that,the ticket we booked was for the day train and not the one for evening. We didn’t know what to do, we stood there thinking , totally insecure.
Our families were waiting for us there back home , since it was Onam holidays .Then we decided to take a local compartment ticket and as the time was nearing , we reached near the train to board the train. As I stood there , I was stunned as I saw people were like cluster of bees moving into the beehive , I was not going to board that train at any cost . We stood there waiting for the last train to come.
At 9 the last train came and we went in ans sat in the general compartment . As minutes passed , the compartment was getting filled , more and more people were boarding the train , and the compartment looked smaller for such a big group of people .At last the train moved , someway we tried to manage to sleep a little , I don’t know when I slept, may be when I was tired of seeing peoples faces , I slept off.
It was early morning , when I opened my eyes , I noticed the train wasn’t moving , I asked my husband what had happened. When I came to know , the train was stopped because of a silly strike and the train will not move until evening . I was outraged , but what to do then , we were stuck in some unknown place.
Many started to abandon the train , and took the road way. We too decide to go on, some way we got a group taxi and went to the nearest bus service area, can’t call it a city anyways.We got a bus from there , to Coimbatore and from there we took another bus to Cochin.
To add more fun to our journey , this bus which we boarded , had its tire punctured at least 3 times during the whole journey.Someway ,we reached the Kerala border ,after hours and hours of waiting . To continue our journey , we took a local bus commuting in the local area and some way we reached Trichur.
At last we had an hour more to our home , we were damn hungry and it was almost afternoon and we decided to eat.After that the last bus to board to our home came and we took the bus.But as we anticipated , it took almost 3 hours to reach our city , just because there was road work going on.
Not to end in the journey in a bad way , we reached home at around 6, we were so tired ,exhausted and more over cursing the whole government and the people and our fate too to have such a journey.
Even though the journey was quite different from any other journey we took up, I realized that we were more blessed .
“Life is like riding a bicycle. To keep your balance, you must keep moving.”
― Albert Einstein