The journey

If there’s anyone who hates travelling by train then they don’t belong to this planet. :P

Trains make travelling easy also cutting down on travelling expenses. (Special thanks to  SETC no doubt :P ) When you travel by lying down  in a train , it’s as though lying on a mother’s lap and listening to a lullaby. Bliss!

A journey by train  gives you an opportunity to interact with people from diverse backgrounds , letting you taste a slice of their life. I’ve known many people who met in a train journey and continued to become good friends.

As a child , I was obsessed with trains. Every morning , I use to dwell on the sight of the railway station from the two tier bridge at my hometown , followed by which I’d play  by climbing on the coaches parked there. The memory is so vivid , as though it happened yesterday.

I now travel in the very coaches I’ve played by climbing over , only to see I don’t hold as much adoration as before , as i'm plagued down by various thoughts. Let me describe one such incident to you.

It so happened that I had to take a sudden trip to Erode. On a Saturday morning at 6.10  , I attempted to get inside the unreserved compartment , but was unsuccessful due to the very coach being crowded. So I got into a reserved compartment and  stood near the door.

The train got off to a start at the right time , with a resounding honk. With the cool breeze blowing across your face and a steaming cup of coffee in one hand , I couldn’t ask for more. All of a sudden , A man near me got a seizure. Few of us tried to steady him only to find out he was drunk and disoriented as a result. We managed to bring him to a stable state and seated him in a corner.

I’ve never seen someone so drunk that early in the morning. He stood up and started rambling.

‘’I’m going to a political gathering in Erode.My leader would be the next chief minister. Blah blah blah” He kept going on and on non stop and my patience was getting thinner by every second. He then noticed stains on his white shirt caused by his stumble and he started to tear his shirt off. Attempts to stop him only become futile He then started pleading with the people around him to buy him a new white shirt. Somebody gave him a shirt from their bag. Yet that didn’t make him  stop his gibberish , which got me thinking. Surely he couldn’t have undertaken this journey alone? That’s right. The leader whom he spoke of , was sitting along with his entourage only nearby , indifferent to the Drunken man’s behavior.

The callous disregard with which the man treated his party worker was questionable but doing so wouldn’t do any good.  The party worker is the one to be blamed , as it was evident that he had more commitment to the party and his leader than to his very own family. And he wasn’t in any state to understand the reality of things.He only cared about the party he works for, even in that black out drunken stupor.  Its unfortunate that his leader wouldn’t return the favor. Hail the political parties!!

I don’t wanna criticize any political party. To Criticize is quite easy , but We should take a look at ourselves before starting the blame game. We vote for the people who would rule us. So if there’s not a single capable leader that means we have been choosing the wrong ones.

I place my faith in the youth of our generation that they wouldn’t repeat a mistake this once , eagely awaiting the outcome . Change is the only constant . Let us pave the way for our progressive future .