The turning Train!

It’s been long that I haven’t posted anything. I have been really out of touch from the happenings around since the time I have taken up this reality show project. It’s been more than 6 months that I have been just running.  Running for work, to sleep, to party, to catch a train & so on. And I simply love to work my life in such a ruckus way for few months & then take a break.

It was yesterday morning that I & my dear friend Gunjan were again late for work.  11:06 am local to Andheri was the train we couldn’t afford to miss. While Gunjan’s building is closer to the station, I had to walk a bit.  The cobbler sitting down my building, the taxi drivers, a female beggar with her kid, everyone knew my timing to run with a sandwich in my hand & ear phones plugged in at a time when Radio Jockey’s in Fm stations sign off there shows & others  take their place with a few back to back songs to start with.
And in this scuttle half of the time I land up forgetting something, to which I announce to the whole area & my cook throws a charger, wallet etc from the second floor which I manage to catch, at times he runs down to serve me the glass of bournvita I purposely left.  I love this systematic but chaotic timing.

Like the regular days I was running & Gunjan called me to speed up as 2 minutes & the train will go. I managed to catch the train & we started looking for each other in the crowed as long lost lovers.  Suddenly we realized that everyone is baffled about the train’s destination, there was something wrong.  Gunjan as usual without being sure but with an expression full of confidence announced that she is sure it’s Andheri train. Few school kids blamed each other for taking the wrong train while others like us happily took their seat until clutched on to the not so familiar greenery outside. The train halted at a station we had never seen before. We decided to get down & along with us nearly the whole rush in the train got down. Seeing the organized station I could easily assume it was the first time that the station had witnessed such a huge crowed. Everyone was puzzled & no one had the correct information. We decided to take a train back from where we started.

Logically we are suppose to reach office daily by 10am types but that’s is when we leave our bed & reach before the boss arrives at 12pm. We had already given tones of excuses on special occasions & this was a rare to believe case, where the train only was wrong & not we!!  If you don’t believe ask all.

In the train, everyone was confused between the coincidence and the mistake, few were late for work while few kids missed there exams in this span of 45 minutes. I was cursing myself to be on time today. In reality we took a train prior to ours & due to just 2 minutes difference the recording was wrongly played and here we were left misguided with others.

Since the time we are passed out of college, the ground-breaking nature of ours was dead to fight on every other issue unlike now, since the time we have started working.  But the heat in the weather got that spark back again. We dashed into the station master’s office & Gunjan was at her best to fight the loudest she could in her mixed Hindi, English accent. First with the lady who gave up in a minute & then with the station master who tried & justified himself. I could totally understand his chuckling face over Gunjan’s anger. But I preferred pretending to favor my friend. When the conversation was leading nowhere, Gunjan asked for the complaint book & that is when the man behind the chaos showed his face. A poor short heighted guy walked in with apologies. He was the guy who controls the display & the recordings & played the wrong one by mistake this morning. Gunjan still didn’t gave up till the time I reminded her that we can’t miss the train again. As we turned back, we saw a rush of around 60-70 people who took the wrong train were there listening  the whole discussion.

It was an eccentric feeling for me to observe this incident because-
1. This was the first time when a train was wrong.
2. Out of the whole lot of people no one bothered to complaint.

Feels so much like an Indian.