What an idiot I am. The man is an effigy of mistakes. Just not in my case! Because I seriously am the emperor of some genuine blunders.
Welcome aboard. Submitted here is the story of how I missed my train.
You know you’re going great when your fun glands pour sarcasm at yourself. They say all things happen for the larger good. Tell me one benefit associated with mine being alone at a deserted Maoist Railway station. You’ll say experience; I would say I am a graduate with a dual degree. Still, my future is bleak. Beat this horrible experience.
Education is the prime concern, hope and aspiration to elevate high in this country. But my personal experience says the majority of them are just for a degree not for decency.
Well! Well! Well!! Not to forget, at 02:25 AM, I am stuck in between this deserted, de-located, dangerous, drowning Kulti station. No train stops here, but the luggage car.
The only thing I like at this moment is mine writing all the stuff. Because I am the one who stood third in that famous Rabbit-Turtle race. Wrong Ideology I follow. I have food for the day, the party is the ultimate option left; rather than hunting for tomorrow. More time it is taking to dawn, more I am involved in introspection. A graduate, a trained High School teacher that’s what I can fetch at the moment. But the dream of a prestigious job keeps me moving.
Alongside, I glimpse some happy-go-lucky college youth. This is when you reminisce of your good days and inner voice in your head says “Hum bhi kabhi aise hi the“.
No wait, I still have to curse that five minutes of sleep which landed me to this wonderland. No, f*king train stops here. My friend forbade me of further sleep and be prepared for mobs ‘ attack. Look how miserable conditions, I am stuck at. My lone station-mate lady moves along with her luggage. My belief in “Akeli ladki khuli tijori ke saman hoti hai” gets nourishment here. Doesn’t mean I am a girl but yeah! Seeing the increased rate of homosexuality, you too are supposed to be feared from. Especially in Bengal. #OkSorry
The wall clock at the station believes I am a fool staring at her every five minutes expecting a quick leap of thousand decades. It gives me a middle finger salute at the moment. One.. Two.. Three…… forty-eight bogies were there on that train. Didn’t slept in a while so I have to rush to get a ticket before a TTE catches me and lodges me fine for the obvious reasons. But I can’t even locate the UTS window. Leave! Tab ki tab dekhi jayegi.
Can’t even make a call to the family at the moment. Bad news propagates this early at 2:45 AM. So better enjoy the ride. If it is happening, It was meant to be. Enjoy along with me @ Kulti.
The Inconvenience caused is deeply regretted.
PS: Don’t laugh or pray as you might fall as prey.
(The Incident happened on 9th of June 2014 on a visit to Kolkata.)