It was bright Monday morning, around
10 am. The sun had been glowing at its fullest as if deliberately tempted to
kill every single creature. Summer in Delhi is a bitch, especially in mid-June.
I was travelling in passenger train plying in Rewari-Delhi route. Back
when I was at Palam railway station, I just looked through everywhere for
estrogen-driven co-passengers. But unfortunately there was not much girls up to
my level of anticipation. There were only 3 or 4 girls which could be
considered as beautiful by the low-esteemed standard I had set for girls.
It might be due to scorching summer
hot or due to summer vacation that lesser number of girls was travelling in the
train. Two of them, one is far above the scale of beauty, had been boarded in
the same coach I had hopped in. She was so beautiful. And sexy as well, for
that matter. I wanted them to sit beside me, at least one of them, preferably
the hotter one. But nothing happened the way I had anticipated and they sat at
a seat considerably far enough to stay away from my visible range.
The train became over-packed as soon
as Patel Nagar railway station had reached. I had to offer my seat to an
elderly uncle. This much over-crowded train was not to be seen every day. And
the worst thing is there were no enough girls in train making the journey
miserable. Beside the summer vacation our unofficial daughter-killing-scheme
had paid us off. After all, how can we expect more girls in our society when we
kill them either before their birth, in mother’s womb, or soon after their
birth? We live in a country where we worship female goddesses and kill female
children. How skewed we are….. Alas!!!
“What the hell you are doing?” A
screeching female voice echoed in the coach. Around 150 pair of eyes followed
the direction of origin of the voice. I looked too. It was one of the
“beautiful” girls of the two of them who hopped in at Palam railway station.
The beautiful girl whom I wished to sit beside me. Everyone was perplexed about
her sudden screeching.
“What?” replied a guy with 5’9” body
frame, in puzzled tone. His voice was giving a clear hint of his Haryanvi
ascent while his rude overconfidence was confirming it.
Two other guys with same body
proportion had folded their hand over their chest proving about their together
some.
“You are touching my…… my body.” She
complained hesitantly. It gave a clear picture of the reason of her
screaming.
. “This kind of things often happens
in crowded trains, madam.” Another guy said as he stroked his stubble-claded
chin.
The fume was settled and they let it
go.
The train took an unanticipated halt
at some “outer stoppage” somewhere between Patel Nagar and Delhi Sarai Rohilla
railway station. Few passengers got panicked as they had to reach their office
on time. This halt was unnecessary as well as it would have been another potential
reason to their bosses to release their anger on them. The bosses too need
somewhere to boost up their confidence which had been shattered after fighting
with their respective wives. All of a sudden, everyone seemed to give a
mouthful to Indian railways as if they had some personnel war with the world’s
largest transport institution. The train didn’t seem to be moving even after 30
minutes. It had given them a hottest topic of discussion. The discussion which
seemed to be never ending as everyone had an “expert” opinion against Indian
Railways. They had expert opinion for every topic under the sun, for that
matter.
Application of perpetual verbal
slangs had only worsened the situation. They were constantly shuffling the
topics under the wide umbrella of Indian railways. From train delays to
accidents, from ticketing systems to tout, from pick-pocketing to snatching,
from female teasing to irresponsible and corruption in railways ministry, every
single person had their own expert view on almost every topic. They had
discussed about almost every attribute related to Indian railways. This
discussion had only added few more cuss words and slangs in my vocabulary.
There also exists some slang which was way far from my understanding. My mental
dictionary was oblivious about the actual meaning of those slangs. Even
google.com couldn’t answer the meaning of those words. It seemed like these
slangs were freshly invented or might be kept away from the world for all these
years.
“You touching me again!” same voice
echoed followed by a hard slap. That beautiful girl was screaming at the maximum
possible volume permissible by her vocal cord. The panic in her voice along
with that hard slap was enough to grab the attention of every co-passenger in
the train.
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This incident is to
be published in three parts. This is its first part.
PS: This is a work of fiction.
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