Visiting Hazrat Nizamuddin Railway Station in New Delhi
Wednesday was the day when i decided to visit Hazrat Nizamuddin Railway Station in the vicinity of which you won't find any academy tied to aviation. I walked all the way to Sarojini Nagar Metro Station from where i boarded metro towards Sarai Kale Khan Nizamuddin Station. The seats were all occupied giving ample proof of passengers flanked by an attire that was out out white. The stations that came on the way were INA, South Extension, Lajpat Nagar, Vinobapuri and Ashram in the city of Delhi knowing fully well where i was supposed to deboard to meet a person who went by the name Kelly.
Having exited from Sarai Kale Khan side of Nizamuddin Station, the path to station was a throwback to a period when cycle rickshaws intermingled with other modes of transport which offered enough hope. As walking space was little with different vendors occupying road with enough wares to fiddle, the search for ticket vending machine was a result of interaction with a person who had Andhra Pradesh State initiation. The ticket vending machine was not working with enough to rue of the time that would be consumed by standing in a queue. In Station there was no filthy language employed as it usually occurs in the vicinity of your place of residence by those who claim to be department men in plain clothes and ready to block your net connection and ready to engage in abuse fire despite greying of their hair and rose.
With a platform ticket in hand i set out for Platform (PF) Number Seven that was choc-a-block with passengers and vendors as if it was their safe haven. Announcements were being made for different trains with Mangla Express from Ernakulam via Bhusaval arriving on PF Seven, Mahakaushal Express arriving on PF Six with portion of station needing immediate repairs and fix. Ujjain Express which was supposed to depart had been cancelled for the day with Ramakrishna Mission Book Stall very much in the platform fray. At 1.48 Sachkhand Express passed through Nizamuddin Station at a speed that was difficult to beat. On PF Seven there was a multipurpose stall with most passengers hooked to smatphone/mobile and were in no mood to engage in a session of brawl. As Mahakaushal Express pulled in it had engine from Lalaguda, Utkal Express arriving on PF Two with some passengers aspiring to fight away their flu/blues.
In Comesum the food junction i came across a group led by Mr Om Prakash from Maharashtra who rolled out names of different places in this Western State which had a new combine/govt in office and where Cabinet expansion could wait. Having taken black tea not sprinkled with sugar it was time to revisit PF Seven where Goa Express to Vasco Da Gama was stationed to depart at three with enough passengers radiating glee. Some AC (Air Conditioned) coaches of Goa Express were destined for Hubbali, a place which i visited over a year ago and came across some who wanted to avoid Delhi Heat and wish to Flee. Andaman Express from Jammu Tawi to Chennai was coming at 2.28 pm and it had among its passengers some officiating as GM (General Manager). As i heard Hirakud Express from Vishakapatnam to Amritsar arriving on PF 3 there was one Mr Tenzing going to Bengaluru hailing from Himachal State in India where mobile operators who have been in business for over 10 to 20 years having raised tariff after having received the nod from a Member of a Group named Cree. This raise in mobile tariff was unwarranted and unjustified and no Govt of the day could set this wrong right. I Heard Someone Say This Readership Ladder Summit of Tethering Individuals Would Be A Script of Shrinking Casuals As It Is A Summit of Scamsters/Looters Ready To Severe All Ties With Tutors.
On PF Seven i came across horde of TTEs (Travelling Ticket Examiners) dispensing seats with receipt at will, this handsome righteous path would always gel. The commotion at the station and unfolding platforms was by no means unnerving, this visit to station premises had no spells of jerking. As i left the station to head towards Sarai Kale Khan metro station, it was put in black and white the message that you are under surveillance as India The Nation has enough layers of patience.
The ride to Nizamuddin Station was filled with hope with enough clarity on who won't slide from career slope. As i got out of Metro at S N Station i met Mr Mawiahante the football coach and Mr Amos the player from Manipur a state which had least seen spell of President's Rule.
Wednesday was the day when i decided to visit Hazrat Nizamuddin Railway Station in the vicinity of which you won't find any academy tied to aviation. I walked all the way to Sarojini Nagar Metro Station from where i boarded metro towards Sarai Kale Khan Nizamuddin Station. The seats were all occupied giving ample proof of passengers flanked by an attire that was out out white. The stations that came on the way were INA, South Extension, Lajpat Nagar, Vinobapuri and Ashram in the city of Delhi knowing fully well where i was supposed to deboard to meet a person who went by the name Kelly.
Having exited from Sarai Kale Khan side of Nizamuddin Station, the path to station was a throwback to a period when cycle rickshaws intermingled with other modes of transport which offered enough hope. As walking space was little with different vendors occupying road with enough wares to fiddle, the search for ticket vending machine was a result of interaction with a person who had Andhra Pradesh State initiation. The ticket vending machine was not working with enough to rue of the time that would be consumed by standing in a queue. In Station there was no filthy language employed as it usually occurs in the vicinity of your place of residence by those who claim to be department men in plain clothes and ready to block your net connection and ready to engage in abuse fire despite greying of their hair and rose.
With a platform ticket in hand i set out for Platform (PF) Number Seven that was choc-a-block with passengers and vendors as if it was their safe haven. Announcements were being made for different trains with Mangla Express from Ernakulam via Bhusaval arriving on PF Seven, Mahakaushal Express arriving on PF Six with portion of station needing immediate repairs and fix. Ujjain Express which was supposed to depart had been cancelled for the day with Ramakrishna Mission Book Stall very much in the platform fray. At 1.48 Sachkhand Express passed through Nizamuddin Station at a speed that was difficult to beat. On PF Seven there was a multipurpose stall with most passengers hooked to smatphone/mobile and were in no mood to engage in a session of brawl. As Mahakaushal Express pulled in it had engine from Lalaguda, Utkal Express arriving on PF Two with some passengers aspiring to fight away their flu/blues.
In Comesum the food junction i came across a group led by Mr Om Prakash from Maharashtra who rolled out names of different places in this Western State which had a new combine/govt in office and where Cabinet expansion could wait. Having taken black tea not sprinkled with sugar it was time to revisit PF Seven where Goa Express to Vasco Da Gama was stationed to depart at three with enough passengers radiating glee. Some AC (Air Conditioned) coaches of Goa Express were destined for Hubbali, a place which i visited over a year ago and came across some who wanted to avoid Delhi Heat and wish to Flee. Andaman Express from Jammu Tawi to Chennai was coming at 2.28 pm and it had among its passengers some officiating as GM (General Manager). As i heard Hirakud Express from Vishakapatnam to Amritsar arriving on PF 3 there was one Mr Tenzing going to Bengaluru hailing from Himachal State in India where mobile operators who have been in business for over 10 to 20 years having raised tariff after having received the nod from a Member of a Group named Cree. This raise in mobile tariff was unwarranted and unjustified and no Govt of the day could set this wrong right. I Heard Someone Say This Readership Ladder Summit of Tethering Individuals Would Be A Script of Shrinking Casuals As It Is A Summit of Scamsters/Looters Ready To Severe All Ties With Tutors.
On PF Seven i came across horde of TTEs (Travelling Ticket Examiners) dispensing seats with receipt at will, this handsome righteous path would always gel. The commotion at the station and unfolding platforms was by no means unnerving, this visit to station premises had no spells of jerking. As i left the station to head towards Sarai Kale Khan metro station, it was put in black and white the message that you are under surveillance as India The Nation has enough layers of patience.
The ride to Nizamuddin Station was filled with hope with enough clarity on who won't slide from career slope. As i got out of Metro at S N Station i met Mr Mawiahante the football coach and Mr Amos the player from Manipur a state which had least seen spell of President's Rule.
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