Approaching Bhusaval by Puneet Rajhans

Approaching Bhusaval by Puneet Rajhans


When i was approaching Bhusaval, some could be spotted grappling with innumerable acts of survival, essentially conveyed through feats of wrapping themselves in a towel. Morning blues hadn't entirely gone away with some having yet to clear the morning sensation and thus got into the natural bowel fray. Bhusaval Station may have been the destination but for sometime i was thinking about Asansol visitation. The place i visited few months ago and the enriching meals i took that gave my stomach the full flow. That season after three hours wait a train came to take me to Howrah which was my week's stay of awakening and a build up of a new era. As these thoughts ran through my mind and Bhusaval still away more than quarter of a mile, i spotted wagons which had Asansol etched on its cabins.
There were over 40 wagons probably emanating from Asansol head station and waiting to offload at Bhusaval the destination. That moment i hoped i would be in Asansol some day just to check the meals and climate an exercise few could flay. The thrust to travel and tryst with destinations would continue for long, after all this is the way to get away from the demons of stalkers who don't perform for a song. As i got down at Bhusaval, the following stations, namely Jalgaon, Chalisgaon, Nandgaon and beyond were other likely destinations. The train was proceeding towards Mumbai and all passengers were caught up in acts of time pass; some playing cards and some throwing their hearts. I, for one, could ill-afford the two as fatigue had started showing my body blues. Some moments later i had fulsome curd followed by a shared taxi ride and what after that i experienced was something i can't hide (the body had to bear and tear). Exhausted to a point i looked for meals at a Madras joint only to discover that roads had been dug up and the passage had become an unnerving set-up. THe stay was close to a week and the searing heat hadn't assumed the full feat. A more than a week later after the Tryambek Tryst when i returned to the same place, the searing feat had become the destination's enduring fate. THe remarks register was missing for some days when you had meals meant for the masses; after all who would give a thought to what pilgrims have experienced when heat is extremely turbulent. The stay was short and swift and the developing environs equally ripe and robust.
THis stay gave me innumerable chances to ponder on how i stayed in the same enriching place in the months of March and April some years ago when the heat showed no mercy and rains rarely felled and flowed. That apart, the stay then was quite scintillating , after all we are all born to live and let live is the reigning setting.
Perhaps the next destination could be in the West after i have returned from the National Capital where i have to save myself from innumerable stalking battle (stalking was too much rampant in Tryambek) and fuming rage rattle. Asansol may also come along in the near future if not the West, after all meals and climate have to be studied of whether they have lived up to expected gear. These destinations are the way to check the pulse of the nation and yet testify to the fact that meals and accommodation are Lord's reigning gift and determination.
Coming to the more serious issue of those grappling with innumerable acts of survival illustrated through their untamed knack of getting wrapped in a towel. That is the only way they can travel. They unfurl the fabric if and when any destination approaches which stores some magic. THese towel travellers have stood the test of times and have a weighty agenda given their nonsensical funda. In the season of searing heat and shared taxi ride fleet, towel travellers unwrap themselves with ease when they have to take a shower and again wrapped in towel siege they hop on to the shared taxi fleet. Hopping from one taxi to another all wrapped up in a towel gives them the freedom to exercise their right to any shape, size and colour of fabric that they should adorn after all fewer fabric takes away the lethargy and compels them to carpet bomb. The towel travellers would grow as a tribe as searing heat would become difficult to dodge and plausibly give them more followers to watch.