Journey

25^th 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
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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.

25^th 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.