I like train trips, like lazy sadness with a smile on the face, like a gravity pulling all my thoughts towards itself. Because this is the best example of living in present, as you don't bother what you left behind and what coming next. All you care about what is outside the window for you. At least for me this is true.
beauty of a train trip is that I can write a generalized story for each and every one of them.
There are various phases of my train trip started with loading your stuffs under and over your seat. When I see faces I don't like a glimpse of and I want to throw each and every body outside the train. I just hate them and the way they show the authority to sit on the seats in my compartment by showing some pathetic tickets. Their baggages which they squeeze along with mine, their smile intruding my privacy and none the less the question "kaha ja rahe hai aap?"....."abe tuzhe kya matlab?, bhad mai ja raha hoon!, saath mai chalega kya?, apni gandi shakal mat dikha?, teri ma............." I just hate this part. But fortunately till date in each of my trip I was quite adapting with the torture which my privacy handle.
To my own surprise I am completing this blog after a long time. This time I has one of tje most patjatic train trip I ever had with a hag. It was 5 in the morning and as I entered into another darkness I found silence of a village and people from an old dirty english bar. Somehow waited for an year long seconds giving time and shame to an old person for shifing her establishmenta I gave up. Finally I made my own place in sober neiabour. Hence started my journey towards flat mountain dehradun.
On paper if you see a time you wont realize its duration. But if you suffer that much time you will come to know the subjective importance of practical experiance. This actually hapened during this journey. As the darkness faded away and morning spread over us the weekness of sleep took over and I slept. But having rested for a required duration was enough to make me realize that this jouney wont end sleeping.
The scene outside the train was good. I like the greenry with leaves without burned cuts and scratches. Also if I cant see surface because of green l dont feel the uncertainity of earth but positivity of nature , silence of the fountainhead. Also when we were travelling on the slope not uphill nor downhill I was feeling that the whole world was on my right side which end on the left. The view which give a grand feeling and the heart seems enlarged was one of my favourate views.
Hence my journey was a combination of a lovely outside and an undesirable offset inside. Main this is the lovely outside which is reality at that time and a hipnotism in now a days world.
this journey came to and or mau be I dont want to write about it anymore in both the case the journey ended and I reached dehradun bored, sick and irrated. But somehow I was good because the doors of dehradun was already open or may be I left them open for me when I visited it few years back.
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