Train from Ahmedabad and the ride to national capital

Train from Ahmedabad and the ride to national capital

I was supposed to do a story on my stay in Ajmer . The effort could have begun and ended two weeks ago. But the signs emerging from polity make most of us feel low. Debates after debates have been structured in a way to raise the pitch and make the govt probable to a breach. Who stands to gain from this episode that seems to last till eternity.

The story on Ajmer could well have begun with the train ride i took  from Ahmedabad. The train ride lasting over 10 hours saw me immersed in thoughts on why tea with tea bags had been dispensed with in one feat. Same as New Delhi-Manmad ride on Amritsar-Dadar Express, this Ahmedabad-Ajmer ride too had no tea laced with tea bags. All the tea that came in the coach was prepared and preserved for a period not rare. 

With no trace of a strong brew i was left with a clue of excessive sweet rule. I was in an ac coach as that was the sole ticket i could lay hands to from Somnath computerised railway reservation centre as other trains and classes had waiting status.

Early morning when i boarded the train there were three individuals in the vicinity who perhaps had never fiddled with a crane. Two among them got down at Mehsana and a new person came who probably ran in Ahmedabad a kirana (store). It was better to keep away from him as he seem to be a plant who had at some time worked in a gym.

The train seem to have a local longevity given the large number of stoppages that had a dose of brevity. When i reached Ajmer a little after five in the evening, the one manning the reservation desk at the reservation centre in Ajmer station could be seen filling up the reservation form. Attending to passengers queries was least on his mind and the one who replaced him too seem to be least interested to answer despite on the other side of the window there were no dearth of bouncers.

Took a room in Saina guest house where one aggarwal was too kind to host me. But the moment i returned after putting the luggage in the room, the manager had been spoonfed to raise a banner of gloom. I stayed in Ajmer for two days and visited Khwaja's dargah. The second day i left for New Delhi by Rajasthan Roadways bus which found it difficult to reach Delhi under 12 hour stress. There was pileup of vehicles from Bilaspur to Manesar and by the time i reached Delhi it was a Wednesday amidst people whom i addressed as "Sir". Between Bilaspur and Manesar there is one dhaba with probably a name S Mile dhaba. Here a Nepali young boy works. He would be lucky for the food joint.

Having spent over three weeks in Delhi with interactions lasting barely, how an ideal life in the national capital should be has crossed my mind with interventions that have no shine. Rains have hit the national capital turf off and on, there have been few occasions when samachar has been read as a song. Delhi has been facing a huge water crisis and despite advisory being issued  there are no less surprises. Hope things would settle, water scarcity would be less of an upheaval and those willing to lead a life of sanity would believe in exchanges of brevity.