My way to office

In my school days, our teacher often used to make us write paragraphs on 'journey by train'. I wore a magnificent experience of such a journey where I was accompanied by my parents, a heavenly breeze through the window seat, and frequent visit of hawkers selling cheap yummy stuff. I used the best of all adjectives to define my journey by train and wished to experience it often. God gave ear to the murmurings of tiny lips and blessed me with endless journey by local train.

In a train, you will find a cocktail of human characters with each group possessing varied viewpoints on Nandigram, Rizwanur, westernization, mother-in-laws and office bosses. Consequently you make bold attempts to advocate any one group and there begins a battle of Panipat that is bound to last till 14 days, Oops! 14 stations. As the argument becomes fiery, voices become shrill to shriller, complemented by the rhythmic call of the nut seller, yelling of the beggar and 'doom machale' ringtone from someone's N-series cell phone.

Can you link blades in any way with the Puja season? The local train passengers can definitely do that. During Puja season, footboards of the trains are unnecessarily overcrowded, and often accompanied by the presence of a hand that is trying to explore the content of your purse with a sharp blade. So no matter how decently you behave or carry your accessories, everything is in vain by the time you reach your destination.

The rate of growth of the Indian population and the economic gap, I feel, can be experienced in no other better place that in local trains. On the better part, you can also realize the rate of growth job opportunities.

I wish I had my class IV's essay copy with me. Then I could have related this experience with the one I had put down in that copy. Long Live Local Trains!