25th
August 2014 blog entry 23: As
always, all of them on the platform rushed to board the train, even when ‘she’
was shouting at the top of her voice that it will leave at 1.20 pm, an hour and
half from now. She keeps shouting day and night, someday I shall speak to her.
You humans, why are you always in a hurry, I could never understand. The seats
have been decided, the time you know but you still make such a fuss over
entering the train. I Guess life is a journey for you
.
Unlike her, the train never speaks, many a times I have tried
to spark a conversation, but all in vain. I guess she has larger things in mind,
the train. Me, I keep talking to everyone passing by. The humans never pay heed;
no one does as a matter. The pigeons always listen; I guess they are from
somewhere else, looking for something. They always listen.
Let me introduce myself to you, I am the seat no. 65 of a
certain Janshatabdi, part of the great Indian railways, and ya I talk too much,
I am a window seat you know.
I have been talking since my inception, but this is the
first chance I have had to write my thoughts down. How I got the chance to use
this pen of his is a long story, I’ll come to that.
I had a Nobel bearth.
I am no normal bearth, I am a highly advanced seat model of the chair car
series. During inception, I had been put on the AC cabin manufacturing line for
some time, but was then transferred to the normal chair car section, hence, I
am special.
I have been watching you humans travel here and there daily,
watching you and your stupidity is my life. On one such fine Sunday afternoon,
this guy whose blog space I am using right now entered the train, ya an hour
and half early than the scheduled departure and occupied me, seat no. 65, the
window seat, I told you I am special.
The pigeons had told me it was August, and it was supposed
to rain, but it didn't, the pigeons were worried and were investigating the
matter. The train was silently standing below the sun, as for the passengers
they were feeling the heat.
After observing you people for so long I can correctly judge
you, your thoughts and following actions. This guy who seemed to be in his late
twenties, who I think was just a silent observer but a man not capable of
action; he had good intentions but did not had the heart to accomplish them as
such. Was a voracious reader too, read 2 complete novels in the span of the
short journey. Might be a nomad, couldn't guess his place of origin or where he
belonged to. So this guy had a bottle of water, finished it off and threw it
out of the window. Although I am a cool seat I was not able to provide any
relief to him this day. He was quietly shifting in his seat reading the novel
when suddenly, the other kind of humans entered, 4 of them exactly, shouting,
crying making such hell of a noise the train god knows for what.
The moment they occupied seats besides the reader, one of
them opened a couple of bags of chips, with biscuits and a number of other
edibles packed in plastic bags of varying shapes, sizes and color. They kept
munching, and chattering animatedly to each other. They were the only reason I
got distracted from the reader, I had to help the other seats, my fellow
beings.
These chitchatters I speak of had colorful taste in
clothing, starting from violet to red and what not. And every other moment one
or the other kept clicking a selfie, I tried a lot but never managed to get in
any of the shots. I had never had an FB appearance till now and this chance too
seemed to have been lost. But they were clicking continuously and munching
furiously.
They say humans are the only living beings who generate
garbage, and this lot generated garbage by the minute. An hour after their
arrival the surroundings was filled with plastic bags proudly displaying
company names of multinational stature. These names could have been used
against them only if these humans could think. But alas, all they were
interested in where those selfies.
With the rise in temperature they started consuming, dubious
colored beverages of various kinds, and that too got collected on to the floor.
The reader although noticing these things kept reading, without a word of advice,
he thought better of himself. More than
an hour had passes since the journey had started, a faint smell of petroleum
gases in the air announced the arrival of Mathura, I knew all the cities by
their smells, its exact that way. The news of Mathura arriving might have got
into their ears too, the excitement of the four colour full persons reached a
new level, they started repacking rearranging and jumping up and down with joy.
Suddenly one of them came up with yet another plastic bag,
big and empty this time, and what they did next made me reconsider the way I
judge people altogether. All of them, yes all four of them started to collect
all the garbage that was spilled around the general area they were sitting and
started to stuff it in the big empty plastic bag, which within a few seconds
got filled. After that they gave a quick glance towards the floor and seeing it
empty they satisfactorily nodded at each other. The train by now had stopped at
Mathura junction, all four of them rushed outside with their baggage and the
garbage bag, I recollect I could faintly hear them discussing about throwing
the garbage bag into an incinerator of some kind .They were gone in a jiffy ,
and me and the reader were the only persons left in the vicinity.
After 10 long years, I stopped talking and pondered a
little, I really needed to change the way I look at people, I thought. And then with
the powers vested upon me by the great Indian railways, and with the
consultation of the pigeons, I declared the reader guilty of spreading plastic
garbage. He had after all thrown out a plastic bottle on to the railway tracks.
The reader pleaded for mercy, but there was none in store to
be shown. And as a result he had to surrender his blog space to me, the Window
seat no. 65, so that I can tell the truth about him. Ok I have done what I
intended to do, now I hand over the pen to him. Ba bye.
25th
August 2014 blog entry 23: Dear
friends, I was travelling today, the heat in the train was too much for me, I
guess I spoke to my seat during the entire length of the journey, but I guess I
was hallucinating, I feel too much tired to write so today I might skip the
job, as for the pigeons I really think they are into something.
