I Take You to the Railway Journey

Once I was on the way for our capital city New Delhi. The journey was of the Local Dubba, as we call it in our regional dialect. The train was Sampurna Kranti Express. Absolutely the train was a Kranti because we all were going to bring it in New Delhi. Some how or the other I entered the compartment. I was all alone. I mean there was nobody present in the Dubba who knew me. It was full of strangers. After entering in it I found myself looted. Very troubled. Could I able to reach at my dstination or not? I was thinking this and suddenly I met a Pagal (mad man) because his attitude was showing him to be a mad. He said,
-Oy! Where will You go?
-Delhi, I said.
-Work in a factory?
-No, study.
-Ha ha ha ha! Study? but your face doesn't tell you that you are a student.
-May be. But I 'm really a student. Studying MA in English.
-What does it mean? said he very surprisingly.
-Nothing.

It was summer time. The temperature was so high. Inside the Dubba , don't ask of my condition. I began to abuse our railway administration. Rail Mantri, and others. Is it the condition of a third class Yatri? I was weeping, and praying the Gods and Goddesses. But instead of showing pity on me They took me at another world of trouble. I was already in trouble, as I've told you. I felt latrine. Oh! God. I am not your Bhakt. Why are you doing wrong with me? I was in bitter dilemma. The climate of that Dubba was so auspicious that, I think , you're also enjoying. I was standing on my one foot, and changing it frequently. The yatri who had got their seats were so lucky. Sometimes I looked at their faces, and thought of myself to be very unlucky among the luckiest. Suddenly my eyes were atracted to an old man who was abusing furiously to a man who was sitting by him.

-Sala Kutta! Tell me now What I do?
-Sorry dadaji. It's not my mistake.
-Not your mistake? then whose mistake it is? Its the mistake of your father? Madar....

I was very surprised. I wanted to know the matter. I called him, and ask.

-Dadaji! What happened? Why are you crying?
-What happened You ask? Ask what didn't happen to me? See, my dhoti. Yellow color material on it. Are You looking at it?
-Oh! very wrong. But do you think You'll get any advantage on crying so loudly?
-No.
-Then compromise it with him and the innocent child, who have done wrong with you. And pray to God for your destination and also for ours.

He got my advice, and cooled down. But my plight was very different. I was feeling bathroom very bitterly, as I've told you earlier. I was searching for some room to find out the bathroom, which was two hands later from me. I requested the passengers to give me some place so that I could reach to the room. I thanked them and the God who listened me. Any how I reached to the bathroom. I tell you the truth even there the devils didn't leave me. The bathroom was closed. I knocked the door, and cried;

-Is anyone inside the room? please open the door. I'm feeling too much..oh!

There was no reply. I requested so many times, but I got nothing from inside. At last I pushed the the door very forcibly. The door opened. I was happy for a moment, but my pleasure and my condition were at once settled when I saw a woman of almost 25 with her two children. In the other bathroom, the situation was same. Even in the other some boys were sitting, and praying for the kind God to reach at their destination.