Christmas 2010
It's been a week since Christmas now, and I finally put my mind together to write about it. It was an average start, as I lumbered out of bed and remembered to head off to Hosur, which has become something of a routine now. I headed to majestic bus station,and got on a bus to yashwantpur. There were about 8 of us on the bus from the start to the finish as the driver was replaced midway. I bought a 10 buck ticket, and waited at platform number 1. The wait was uneventful, except that a heard a thud which was a railway employee falling to the platform floor, in what appeared to me to be a fit of epilepsy. He got himself together though, with a bit of help from the passengers, and surprisingly, no medical assistance was called for. I asked people around me where I would be able to board the Yashwantpur-Hosur Special, and was swiftly instructed to go to Platform 6.
I went there and waited as a long distance train was getting cleaned and washed thoroughly. Then I saw a train pulling into platform 6. The engine detached from one end, and another came at the other end, which was attached to the rest of the coaches. I got onto it, and sat in the first compartment behind the newly fitted diesel electric engine. I sat on seat number 7 of the first coach. The train started rolling away at 3:03 PM, and lumbered ahead on the tracks before picking up speed. I opened up my Ayn Rand novel,"Atlas Shrugged", and started reading from where I had left off. I noticed a family coming into the bogey I was in, and settled down. The train then banked right, and the sun started coming in through the expansive window, and Incidentally, the first chapter was about train track making; the one about REARDEN METAL.
We stopped at a tiny train station, and I realized that I needed to call up and wish a Merry Christmas to a few people. I called up Mr.Ekramulla, and he was very surprised when he picked up the call. It was nice to hear his voice after so long. he had retired and just taught tuition classes at home, and at a certain private institute. Then after a few more pages, and a few more stations later I called Titli, again, after a very long time, to know how she was. We spoke for 5 mins or so, and then I let my thoughts chugg along with the train. The vast expanses outsite the window were breathtaking, with the landscape fast changing from cultivation, to wild bushes. The Sun was getting a bit too strong, as I shifted to the other side. Few got off at those small, desolate stations, and even fewer got on. Two boys got on, who looked like "chaiwallas", and started their ramble and exchanged a few punches as well. They seemed to be regulars, and I presumed that they did not have a ticket on them. They sat opposite each other, and got into small duels, which involved running up and down the entire length of the compartment. This was a new route, that I had not journeyed on before, and was the shorter one. My father called, and asked to know where I was, and at that very instant I saw "HOSUR" written on the station signboard. I quickly picked up my stuff, and went towards the exit. The two boys got off the train as well.
I got to my father's house, and after a bit of chitter chatter, and searching for that weak WiFi signal went out to do some grocery shopping. As 8 O'Clock ticked in, we went out for special dinner, and it was after a long long time, that I had dinner with my father at a restaurant, and felt quite nice, not to pay for dinner for a change. After a dinner which comprised of muttonn do piyaza, and butter naan, we headed out of the place, and started walking towards out home. it was fantastic. It was after a long long time, that me and my father were walking together, and the hilly country road and the cool breeze made things just splendid. We saw a CSI church, and my father wanted to enter it. He loved it, he said, and it happened to be his first time. We put something in the donation box, as we headed out of church, which was, by the way, decorated beautifully. A short walk away from the church, and on the opposite side of the road, we saw a ganapati trmple, and, we went in there as well. I asked my father,"are we on a teerth yatra?". We reached home in a few minutes, and I continued watching "A Beautiful Mind", fro where I had left it off. It was quite an eventful day, and that's why I decided to turn it into prose, for remembrance.
I went there and waited as a long distance train was getting cleaned and washed thoroughly. Then I saw a train pulling into platform 6. The engine detached from one end, and another came at the other end, which was attached to the rest of the coaches. I got onto it, and sat in the first compartment behind the newly fitted diesel electric engine. I sat on seat number 7 of the first coach. The train started rolling away at 3:03 PM, and lumbered ahead on the tracks before picking up speed. I opened up my Ayn Rand novel,"Atlas Shrugged", and started reading from where I had left off. I noticed a family coming into the bogey I was in, and settled down. The train then banked right, and the sun started coming in through the expansive window, and Incidentally, the first chapter was about train track making; the one about REARDEN METAL.
We stopped at a tiny train station, and I realized that I needed to call up and wish a Merry Christmas to a few people. I called up Mr.Ekramulla, and he was very surprised when he picked up the call. It was nice to hear his voice after so long. he had retired and just taught tuition classes at home, and at a certain private institute. Then after a few more pages, and a few more stations later I called Titli, again, after a very long time, to know how she was. We spoke for 5 mins or so, and then I let my thoughts chugg along with the train. The vast expanses outsite the window were breathtaking, with the landscape fast changing from cultivation, to wild bushes. The Sun was getting a bit too strong, as I shifted to the other side. Few got off at those small, desolate stations, and even fewer got on. Two boys got on, who looked like "chaiwallas", and started their ramble and exchanged a few punches as well. They seemed to be regulars, and I presumed that they did not have a ticket on them. They sat opposite each other, and got into small duels, which involved running up and down the entire length of the compartment. This was a new route, that I had not journeyed on before, and was the shorter one. My father called, and asked to know where I was, and at that very instant I saw "HOSUR" written on the station signboard. I quickly picked up my stuff, and went towards the exit. The two boys got off the train as well.
I got to my father's house, and after a bit of chitter chatter, and searching for that weak WiFi signal went out to do some grocery shopping. As 8 O'Clock ticked in, we went out for special dinner, and it was after a long long time, that I had dinner with my father at a restaurant, and felt quite nice, not to pay for dinner for a change. After a dinner which comprised of muttonn do piyaza, and butter naan, we headed out of the place, and started walking towards out home. it was fantastic. It was after a long long time, that me and my father were walking together, and the hilly country road and the cool breeze made things just splendid. We saw a CSI church, and my father wanted to enter it. He loved it, he said, and it happened to be his first time. We put something in the donation box, as we headed out of church, which was, by the way, decorated beautifully. A short walk away from the church, and on the opposite side of the road, we saw a ganapati trmple, and, we went in there as well. I asked my father,"are we on a teerth yatra?". We reached home in a few minutes, and I continued watching "A Beautiful Mind", fro where I had left it off. It was quite an eventful day, and that's why I decided to turn it into prose, for remembrance.
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