I’ve never been exhilarated by the thought of journeying on a train, I would’ve rather taken the road and hitchhiked.Though, all these thoughts wobbles inside my tiny mind before boarding the train.But for the first time as soon as I set my foot,I felt all my cynicism had wholly dissipated. I realised something, as soon as the train trudges starting from the first station to when it lands up at its’ final stop, you will find yourself to be a part of some captivating narrative.
Getting back ,my eyelids fell like faded worn out curtain and as sleep begins to engulf me, ready to sing its’ lullaby.I had anticipated the jeopardy ( no it isn’t that serious, as the word proclaims) but for a man who intends to get some sleep it is, serious. As I was about to lift my head I got kicked in the face real hard, that too by a babygirl.Ok fine,I understand it is okay to be a staunch feminist but I meant no harm.Probably it was some sort of sign from God maybe he was trying to revert to the corny “ No dozing” commandment. But ,I was relieved to find that they were finally gone.
Two middle aged Bengali ladies sat beside me and started their chit-chat and soon enough opened up to their private lives.Alright fine, I eavesdropped. But isn’t that life, where we can hear and eventually lick every single drop of each other’s emotion,and get away with it.Oh well, I guess folks might find this crap.Just had a random thought with a pinch of bullshit philosophy in it.There was this man who rigorously slapped his pot-belly,after a while got bored and thereafter got busy with his paratha and pickle, I couldn’t help but just made a quick glance at the food of course, but that man lifted his head from his food and looked at me. Oh boy,that was a stern look he gave.Yes we exchanged glances, not an intimate one.You say that when both have an equal chance of adoration.I withdrew and thought to myself that, I am wiser than this man, it is likely that neither of us knows anything worthwhile, but he thinks he knows something when he does not.I won’t let that sort of delusion to ever happen to me.
Remember that baby girl,I spoke of a little while ago, yeah that ‘feminist’ one.Well guess what? … There she comes once again, with her mom and sits right in front of me.May be she’d missed her target and wanted to hit the bull’s-eye this time. A young man barges into the compartment that baffled everyone,and they stops what they were doing. The baby looks up at him, as well. He was one scrawny fella i tell you, who stood there motionless for a minute or so,and suddenly bursted forth, : “Hello, hello, hello?You want a divorce?..Congrats! You just earned yourself one !!!…”
And he left scoffing. Well, you gotta make few indispensable decisions in life while you’re in motion, you can’t stop that’s the way it is, either you will be chased or you get to run.
“Hey can you hold my baby for a moment?” asked the mother.
“Sure.” I replied (Even though I didn’t want to).
The baby gave a smirk which seemed quite sardonic followed by a wink which was even more ironical.
Her mother said,
“Wow it seems, you’re really good with babies.”
I looked at her and gave a sly grin.Suddenly,I noticed the baby had fallen asleep.
The banter has gotten soft,the chatter broke loose, and the commotion had almost waded away.I felt for the first time that someone had actually fallen asleep in my arms.I felt the anomalies of my vigorous youth and the moments like a ceaseless network of constellations trapped in space and time interwined in reality lacking the irrationality of a dream.
The train slows down, sixteen minutes from its last destination.Everyone gets ready to leave except the baby still in my arms,completely withdrawn from the world of deceit,cynicism,chicanery,scepticism etc etc etc.
You know,from the time the train plods out of the first station, and lands up at its final stop, you find yourself(like the baby) to be swaddled in with variegated objects of nature and not to be forgotten the ‘inscape’ – the individual distinction of every created natural object .I was lost,interwined to my thoughts in the most intimate way possible, my memories weaved a delineate chain of pictures ,and the winds outside wailed a dirge.