Adaptation continued ..
Continuing from where I left off. The thief crossed the tracks and ran away and left me
standing on the platform ,short of breath and feeling totally stupid that I had gone through
this ordeal for nothing !! I started making my way back to my compartment, and the policemen
were still sipping tea and talking among themselves , apparently about something funny, coz
they were laughing out loud ..I looked at them with contempt but I knew my limits..at the
end of the day , they are on the right side of the law..so I restricted myself to giving
them only "the look of contempt" although "telling them they were number 1" with my finger
crossed my mind many times..:) ..when I reached the compartment, my co passengers were
waiting at the gate, and the old man asked " beta , pakda ??" ..I nodded my head in
dissent..and surprisingly , they all nodded their head in sheer
disappointment..disappointment with me that I did not catch him and that they had lost their
money!! they all retreated back to their seats , few of them murmuring that I should have
run faster and caught him ..one old man even said " main tumhari umar ka hota , toh jhat se
pakad leta"..I said " lekin aap NAHI ho, aapki umar bhaagne daudne ki nahi rahi".i was
already quite pissed and my curt reply kinda quietened him...
Anyways , the journey started, it was damn hot..the peak of summer, in a 2nd class
compartment, packed with people , is not at all pleasant!!I dozed while sitting..I was
sitting on the side seats, meant for two people..when I woke up I found 5 people sitting
there and 6 people on the berth above..the heat was getting to me, I did not feel like
eating , coz of the stench of sweat from all these people..and to TOP that, the toilet was
malfunctioning and everything that was meant to be inside the toilet was slowly leaking out
..I tried hard to fall asleep again ,but couldn't..moreover this man sitting next to me was
slowly conquering more space on MY seat..I asked him politely " aap kahan tak jaoge ??" ..he
said something and then his face came a few inches closer to my face, cocked his head and
asked in a gruff voice " TU kidhar jaa riya hai ??" ..needless to say, the conversation was
over..this guy was not going to budge from my seat, I resigned to that fate..as time passed
by, it got hotter..the water I had bought was over..I ate a few biscuits and immediately I
felt like puking ..while I was trying to control that, these people , one after the other
started taking off their shirts coz of the heat and sat bare-chested, proper villager
style..and villagers don't use deodorants..I was giving it my all not to puke all over the
place..there was already enough filth around !!! . I went to the washbasin and put water
over my head lotsa times, but to no avail..I still felt the same..I came back to my seat,
closed my eyes and thought I should just accept these things instead of fighting them ..and
15 minutes later, if u would have walked into the compartment , u couldn't have spotted the
city boy( me ) from the folks there, coz I was sitting without my shirt , wearing a wet
"gamcha (towel)" around my head , just like those people, and talking in their tone saying "
DIlli jaa riya hoon " ..The adaptation was complete..
"oye launde! Dilli Pahunchda ke nayi.... " lolz :)
yar these are typically our true experiences.. keep it up n don't ever forget the Gurjar accent we learnt bak in noida... :)
"kyun launde , sahi kah riya hoon na ....."
you have a mast blog.... kasam se...
:)
tc
tatas :)
very well written dude.. all thanks to the teachers who gave u home tuitions in specific languages:-)
how r u guys?
well wonderful adaptation gunz... ab bhartiya rail ke 2nd class me angrej allowed nai hain... so u had to make the transition...:)