Having sent postcards (the ride from New Delhi to Manmad)
Having sent postcards, normally available in post offices, to those with more than a semblance of purity in their heart, it is time to get back to the ride i took from New Delhi station which has in its parking space ample number of bikes. The stay in the national capital lasted three weeks, coming at a time when rains on occasions had shown the temerity to shine. About six days ago i left the national capital glow to board a train that was going to Manmard and the adjoining plain.
Popularly known in the popular establishment of railways as Amritsar Dadar Express, the train left at 8.55 in the evening with a degree of stress. Stress emanating as one family objected to those occupying the reserved berths and once asked to do so, the fisticuffs had to naturally burst. Things were managed and those in the plain outfit that is worn on temporary routes could do little as they were outnumbered by those who have the plain outfits as 24X7 shoot. Men from Palwal objected to the way the family head told them to vacate, leading to a period where he came across repeatedly the shouting brigade. Had it not been for an old lady, things could have gone the way as desired by those willing to be haughty. Amidst this rancour and few drops of rain, the train and its ride was dutifully recorded: Kosikalan coming at 11, gwalior at 3.15, bina at 9, mandi bamore 9.20, ganj basoda 9.45 and vidisha 10.20. In Vidisha as the platform made a declaration of free thanda jal, there was an ad that went like: "Ignited minds. For sure success join us . Free demo class for 4 days". As those in the coach deliberated and tried to dissect who amongst them were ignited and those who were yet to be knighted, bhopal came at 11, leaving at 11.20 followed by a squeaky clean Habibganj 15 minutes later. Here the tea handed out from a machine on a platform was desirable enough to seek a second cuppa but the movement of the train brought me back amidst those who were least willing to give a thought or two on rain ka adda.
A Hanumangarh resident who had boarded the bus early in the morning to reach New Delhi to take this train rush, the visit to areas adjoining manmad was his second. There were two other jewellery developed entities who seem to relish nothing served in the train that had no pantry. Sonani of Sinnar elaborated on the general ticket he and his accomplice were travelling on and how he proceeded towards a "seating pact" that kept away others from babbling. Occasionally windows had to be brought down given that after four in the morning there was sighting of rains at different intervals.
Obaidullahganj came at 12.20 pm, bandai at 1.10 (efforts should be made to help the old man underneath the stairs), banapura at 2.25 and Khirkiya at 3.25. Etched on the wall here : golden academy * spoken english * personality development * calligraphy handwriting.
Surgaon bajari came at 4.05 ( the train does not stop here but it is fairly clean), khandwa at 4.30 (the man at the A H Wheeler stall was politely positioned to send positive bytes), burhanpur at 5.40 and Bhusaval at 7 pm. The halt at Bhusaval was energetic enough to energise me to engage in new rounds of conversation for which few had any hesitation. Soon after Jalgaon came followed by Chalisgaon - bada pau is great here- nandgaon and finally manmad at 10.
For a fare as fortified as 486, the ride from New Delhi to Manmad had little moments of risk. The train ride was good as it brought the functioning of railways and all those who have the occasional craze to focus and also the areas where it needs to keep a vigil on some who take undue advantage of those with a general ticket rose.
Having sent postcards, normally available in post offices, to those with more than a semblance of purity in their heart, it is time to get back to the ride i took from New Delhi station which has in its parking space ample number of bikes. The stay in the national capital lasted three weeks, coming at a time when rains on occasions had shown the temerity to shine. About six days ago i left the national capital glow to board a train that was going to Manmard and the adjoining plain.
Popularly known in the popular establishment of railways as Amritsar Dadar Express, the train left at 8.55 in the evening with a degree of stress. Stress emanating as one family objected to those occupying the reserved berths and once asked to do so, the fisticuffs had to naturally burst. Things were managed and those in the plain outfit that is worn on temporary routes could do little as they were outnumbered by those who have the plain outfits as 24X7 shoot. Men from Palwal objected to the way the family head told them to vacate, leading to a period where he came across repeatedly the shouting brigade. Had it not been for an old lady, things could have gone the way as desired by those willing to be haughty. Amidst this rancour and few drops of rain, the train and its ride was dutifully recorded: Kosikalan coming at 11, gwalior at 3.15, bina at 9, mandi bamore 9.20, ganj basoda 9.45 and vidisha 10.20. In Vidisha as the platform made a declaration of free thanda jal, there was an ad that went like: "Ignited minds. For sure success join us . Free demo class for 4 days". As those in the coach deliberated and tried to dissect who amongst them were ignited and those who were yet to be knighted, bhopal came at 11, leaving at 11.20 followed by a squeaky clean Habibganj 15 minutes later. Here the tea handed out from a machine on a platform was desirable enough to seek a second cuppa but the movement of the train brought me back amidst those who were least willing to give a thought or two on rain ka adda.
A Hanumangarh resident who had boarded the bus early in the morning to reach New Delhi to take this train rush, the visit to areas adjoining manmad was his second. There were two other jewellery developed entities who seem to relish nothing served in the train that had no pantry. Sonani of Sinnar elaborated on the general ticket he and his accomplice were travelling on and how he proceeded towards a "seating pact" that kept away others from babbling. Occasionally windows had to be brought down given that after four in the morning there was sighting of rains at different intervals.
Obaidullahganj came at 12.20 pm, bandai at 1.10 (efforts should be made to help the old man underneath the stairs), banapura at 2.25 and Khirkiya at 3.25. Etched on the wall here : golden academy * spoken english * personality development * calligraphy handwriting.
Surgaon bajari came at 4.05 ( the train does not stop here but it is fairly clean), khandwa at 4.30 (the man at the A H Wheeler stall was politely positioned to send positive bytes), burhanpur at 5.40 and Bhusaval at 7 pm. The halt at Bhusaval was energetic enough to energise me to engage in new rounds of conversation for which few had any hesitation. Soon after Jalgaon came followed by Chalisgaon - bada pau is great here- nandgaon and finally manmad at 10.
For a fare as fortified as 486, the ride from New Delhi to Manmad had little moments of risk. The train ride was good as it brought the functioning of railways and all those who have the occasional craze to focus and also the areas where it needs to keep a vigil on some who take undue advantage of those with a general ticket rose.
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