its been long...really long.i am glad that i still remember my login to this account....
i have traveled a lot and by lot i mean crossed continents a couple of times and it has been an eventful year, did complete my Masters in Law, a thing which i thought was reserved to the extra brilliant and legal eagles of my batch... to live in United Kingdom was one of my dreams i did fulfill it..had an amazing time and it would be one of the best years in my life as i completed a course which was really tough shifting from a relaxed study atmosphere to an competitive international study circle and i am really happy that i came out without any bad memories and only with good friends and better still an LLM.
This is not what i actually wanted to say today, this post relates to an experience which i had a few days back on my way to Cochin from Warangal after attending my beloved friends shivacharan's wedding, we were lucky enough to catch the train back home, we got onto our coach and settled down onto the seats allocated to us besides the four of us we had another two men, one was a north Indian which i could figure out of the way in which he talked to us and the other from kerala, they both never spoke anything. The person from kerala was were weird in the way he carried himself through the one and a half day journey and the only words spoken to us by him were "guntur is a big station ". the four of us were enjoying ourselves with jokes from college life and other incidents just to kill time and also commenting and making fun of each other, even though the north indian 'babu' was never interested and slept as if he had some important dream to finish, the other 'chetan' was not so amused at our jokes nor was he interested in the game of cards that we were playing our anything else that was happening around the coach. we all thought it was a bit weird and was kinda abnormal to see a person just staring out of the window into the empty darkness.
The next morning was more joyful for us as were coming to the end of our journey and we all get to be back home for good food and a good sleep, the train was fast approaching Trichur when the malayalee 'chetan' receives a call, i was surprised to hear this phone ring and him talk as this was the second time he had opened his mouth the whole time we were in the coach, as till then he never wished me back for my polite but inquisitive good morning..which i thought would unlock his mouth and we would have a conversation...what happened next surprised me even more, i had to listen to what he was saying as he was sitting just opposite to me and all he said was..." yes i saw the paper...i saw it there,i hope to reach soon..hope keep it till then" and the phone was cut and he continued the stare into the yonder as i thought 'there he goes again' i realized that there was a tear rolling down his cheek and he could not hold back the tear that was threatening to break his strength...this was something that i had never imagined and was shaken by the whole situation and i was ashamed on myself that i had been stupid enough to call him weird, this reminded me about the short film in kerala cafe a movie were mammooty is seen a rude traveler..but that day i thought everyone travel but the purpose of it can vary from person to person.....our enjoyment should not be something that should bother any other fellow traveler...it is something that i would remember from now on....as i got down at Ernakulam,i had a glance at him he was still looking out through the window...may he find his peace may...the train moves on and so does life, people are but mere travellers
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On reading it I had the feeling that it was going to end like this and the mal movie which u drew parallels with went thru my mind too. well written memoir. for sure it has made u a better person.and on reading it, it has made me too.am sure it will have the same effect on all others who r going to read it too.
yes but for us normally there are not enough moments which can be described as a parallel to what we have seen on screen, for us its a movie but this incident made me realise that, movies does teach people something and the good old "moral of the story" concept stil rings true
A train is a symbol of life. It carries passengers who are having different destinations, aims, ambitions, apprehensions, fears and above all, temporary acquaintances.
Each one is a family, a personality and an island by himself, still traveling in the same coach.
Enjoy the journey. It is temporary and is destined to end sooner or later.
i completed agree with Mr. Kuttan Gopurathinkal...a train sure is a symbol of life...nyc read!!keep at it :)
we can have our lives altered every time we travel..every journey is a learning..an experience worth a lifetime..and out of those hundred journeys you have been a part of, one stands out due to extraordinary reasons... some thing you will never forget as long as you trot these delicate ground falling away under your feet with time...
nice piece etta...it is touching...but if we r to restrict ourselves into seclusion taking into consideration the people around us or the reason for their indifference, that too when we are traveling with loved ones,then the purpose of traveling is lost here. This was sure a learning, but something you don't have to feel guilty about. When will you next get a chance to carelessly enjoy with your friends? When was the last time you got a chance for this. Nevertheless, may our prayers be with him.That is the least we can do..
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