There are times in your life when you want to live the life of a murderer.OK I see few saints and geeks are already disagreeing(Its for you people that I feel that feeling many a time).
I spent my last weekend at Banaras - the garrison of Hindus.I had a seminar at the heart of Hindu land, dealing with everything Hinduism and other religions are wrong about.A detailed analysis of the seminar and discussions will be put up real soon.
This post is about the train of events that followed the moment I started my return journey.
I bid adieu to all my friends at Banaras and caught a Vikram(shared one) to the Mugal Sarai station.For those who know what a Vikram auto is, would be well aware of its capacity.There at Banaras Vikram doesn't move an inch till there are 11 passengers packed like chickens, in it.The driver and the conductor swell the figure to 13.Imagine my plight.I started at 7:30 pm and I had to catch the train to Howrah at 8:15 pm.Thanks to the dexterity and the callousness of the driver I made to the station at 8:30 pm.Showering infinite admonishments I ran towards the platform.There they informed me the train was running 1 hour late.Pitying on the auto wallah I took a bite of veg patties only to spit it out the next second.Another round of admonishments followed.
The train arrived 1 and half hour late and I immediately took possession of my seat neglecting a plea from a fellow passenger, of exchanging seats.(He was offering a middle birth.F*** these intellectual junta who think very smart of themselves).My refusal didn't go well with him I suppose, for he was constantly staring at me for the next hour of our journey.
I woke up to a sunny morning and found the train stuck and sandwiched between two other trains somewhere in Bengal.Upon inquiring I learned that a group of people from Jharkhand had blocked the rail route connecting Howrah to Vardhaman,hence the impasse.I saw the time:6:30 am.Without a vestige of how events were going I was standing there,stuck and hungry.Finally the train moved,after 5 hours.I reached Howrah station at 1:30 pm.Inquired few cabs.None were ready below 300 bucks.Felt like killing them(Now you know when).Shouted at the conductor of a passing bus;9 bucks he said.I did the math.(I wish I hadn't).
It was raining outside and we closed our windows.The heat and filthy odour of human bodies filled the bus.Within minutes I was boiling in rage.Jams,signals,heavy traffic and narrow road all steady in welcoming me back here.
Finally I reached my stop.
It took me 2 and half hours to travel a distance of 17 kms.
NEED I WRITE MORE?
a feelin of deja vu. . .
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