I've been a regular on trains now, for the past... uhm.. 6 years. Once you're set on a particular local, the scenes inside remain ditto every day -- the Gujju gang from Borivali playing cards in the corner, the uncle with the small moustache taking support against the iron backing near the door, two studious boys who're constantly breaking their head over some Maths equation .... all this amongst familiar grunts and nudges echoing till your destination.
After discussing the attempted 'terror' attacks, Mrinal & I realised that the Khar train could have been the 6.15 pm Andheri local we frequented so often, on our way back from college. A mix of students and office go-ers made up the population in that First Class. The college crowd probably stood a shade more in strength however in entirety, the people in that section faced the same deadly fate.
With such a close association to the lifeline of Mumbai, I felt jittery today as I sought a Virar fast local to destination : Mira Road. Another chill shot down my spine, knowing very well many had suffered their worst at this station. Even as the train pulled in at Andheri, I couldn't help taking a couple of cautious steps back as the 1st class came up close and went past silently. Then came another. Stepping inside the 2nd class bogie, I found myself glancing all over the compartment and wary of 'seemingly suspicious' bags. But I calmed myself down and engaged in a conversation with Paresh.
Things were OK after that.
After discussing the attempted 'terror' attacks, Mrinal & I realised that the Khar train could have been the 6.15 pm Andheri local we frequented so often, on our way back from college. A mix of students and office go-ers made up the population in that First Class. The college crowd probably stood a shade more in strength however in entirety, the people in that section faced the same deadly fate.
With such a close association to the lifeline of Mumbai, I felt jittery today as I sought a Virar fast local to destination : Mira Road. Another chill shot down my spine, knowing very well many had suffered their worst at this station. Even as the train pulled in at Andheri, I couldn't help taking a couple of cautious steps back as the 1st class came up close and went past silently. Then came another. Stepping inside the 2nd class bogie, I found myself glancing all over the compartment and wary of 'seemingly suspicious' bags. But I calmed myself down and engaged in a conversation with Paresh.
Things were OK after that.
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yea, the event has scared me also....
but, from wat the newspapers say, intelligence and anti terrorist squads had news of somethin lik this happenin....
so much of RDX bein seized in various raids....
they shud find the root frm where all this RDX n other weapons of mass destruction r brought inside the country....
good knows where all this is leadin....
wat v can do is only pray to the almighty.....
ah
i am the first i see
well my affiar with the trains was pretty short lived as well
i first set foot in a local train at the fag end of my fyjc
it was a convenient way to get home
it beat waiting for the bus or paying for tha cab
was a nice walk from the railway station to my house as well
then i started going to college in shityavihar
where train travel became more of a necessity
although waiting for pandeyji to issue the concession thingie was a headache
i never did take concession again
mmm
but on a few occasions
i did travel north
whether on business or pleasure
never first class
but yeah i know what amols talking about
i forgot about the gujju's
theyve been replaced by the flying variety who charge in at with complete disregard for god or any of gods creation
but yeah
the people who suffered had no reason to
its a real pity that such a thing happened
could well have been me if i had carried on with a suburb visit plan
this is a long write
maybe ill write more later
fine so maybe im not the first
well tanay,
almost first....
a fraction of a second late maybe....
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