I love Saturdays. It is the day when office ends at 1:30pm.
Time flies away and before you realise its 1:30 already!
I was so excited because I was leaving to Chennai that
evening and Monday was a holiday. I had lunch with my colleagues in my
favourite restaurant and reached Bangalore city junction by 4 pm.
It was a cool evening as usual in Bangalore. I love it when
the chill breeze blows across my face. The train was late by half an hour. I
did not mind , given the fact that i was excited about the journey and the
weekend as a whole and also i carried minimal luggage.
The Shadapthi Express arrived gracefully. I got inside
searching for my seat no. 33 (window seat) . I was dejected to see someone else
sitting there. I told her that it was my seat and she was supposed to take the
seat next to the aisle. I badly wanted the window seat . She just plainly said
“never mind, you can take my seat”
I was like “what?!” .Wishing not to spoil my mood, I just
sat in the aisle seat. I was frantically searching for my earphones from my bag
, when she said “you can keep your bag up” . I was getting irritated with
her. “yeah i know that” i replied quite
harshly.
I was feeling restless as the beautiful journey that i had
in mind was having such a horrible start. I kept my bag up and sat down with
earphones plugged into my ears. I looked out of the huge glass window; It was
drizzling outside! I was supposed to sit
there. I leaned back, with a sigh, on the push-back seat and shut my eyes. I
felt the loud music travelling through my ears into tiny veins, slowly entering
my head and in a second i felt my head was filled with it. I felt very
peaceful, but, it was only for a short time.
“Your first snack has arrived”, the lady next to me said
with a smile, waking me up. I woke up with an irritated expression on my face
and found bread-sticks and butter served in front of me. I forgot i was
travelling in one of the luxurious trains. I started having my snack and turned
to look at the lady for the first time. She had a very thin figure, her hair
neatly tied and she was dressed well in a crisp, clean cotton saree. I smiled
at her for the first time. Well, I’m
going to be spending the next few hours with this person.
“So, you came to Bangalore for a visit?”, She started.
“No. I work in Bangalore, I am going to spend the weekend at my relative’s
place in Chennai”
“Oh that is nice. Are you an IT professional?”
“No no” I replied hastily, I don’t know why I find that very offensive! “I am
an architect”
“Wow! An architect.. That is wonderful.. There is always scope for architecture;
well you know people are never going to stop building!” She laughed.
“Yes” I smiled. I had a feeling that she
was one of those people who think they know about everything. But another voice
inside my head said, “Stop complaining and just relax”
“So are you staying in bangalore?” I quickly turned the focus to her.
“No, I’m from Kolkatta. I came here to visit my friends”
“And you are leaving to Kolkatta from Chennai?”
“I’m visiting another friend’s place there” She laughed out loud.
I was very surprised, how a person can be so happy, just travelling around from
one city to another visiting friends (not even relatives); that too alone! In fact i was feeling a little jealous.
“that’s great! you must be having lovely friends” I tried to
sound very genuine.
“Oh yes they are”
We were munching the bread-sticks for sometime without
talking. She was looking out through the window. It was still raining outside.
“See how the landscape looks through the glass” she
exclaimed like a child. I moved closer to the window to make her believe i was
as excited as she was.
“There is a blue band, the sky and then the green band, the trees and then the
brown band, the earth. And they all look blurry because of these rain drops on
the glass! Doesn't it look like a painting?” She was saying with her eyes so
wide in admiration.
“yes, it is amazing” I replied.
“I’m sorry. I tend to observe all this while travelling, especially the
changing landscapes”
“that is ok” I smiled back.
The tea arrived a while later. She kept talking through the
entire tea session too. She explained how she went trekking with her friends in
Bangalore and how she has always loved visiting the city. It was mostly a
monologue, I would say. I didn’t mind though. I felt like she was a good
company.
It was getting dark outside and not much of scenery was
visible through the glass. I was getting bored. She was writing something in a
small notebook. I didn’t want to ask her what that was, as i felt that would
lead to her explaining about something, in which mostly, i would not be
interested. I leaned back and thought of sleeping for a while.
I woke up and realised i had slept for more than an hour.
She looked at me as if she was waiting for me to wake up.
“It is almost dinner time” She said.
“Oh! i didn’t realise i slept for so long”
“You must be tired”
“I guess”
She started talking about her friends again. I was just
listening to her smiling and saying “nice” “great” in between.
“They call me a bamboo pole” she said laughing. I laughed along, she actually looked
like one, I realised.
Dinner arrived. It was a full meal, which i thought was
quite heavy. I started eating slowly, how much ever i tried, i was not able to
finish. I looked at her and found that she had already packed a part of the
dinner in a separate cover. I had kept two rotis aside, which i hadn’t touched.
I was planning to give it away to the guy who comes to pick up the plates.
“Wait, give it to me” she said
“No i’ll just give it to the guy who comes..”
“See even i have a part of my dinner packed. I’ll pack yours too and give it
away to the people on the street when i go home. Do not waste it”
I was taken aback. There was a feeling of guilt all of a sudden
in me. I packed the food and gave it to her. There were few chocolates and sweets,
as part of the meal, i gave all that away. I really started admiring this woman
now.
She talked a lot, she was a very animated person. And out of
nowhere, she suddenly popped a question at me.
“So when are you planning to get married?”
I was shocked.
“Uh.. I don’t know.. I haven’t really thought about it”
“Does it not scare you that you will be entering a new house, with new people,
expecting too much from you?”
“Well..kind of”
She smiled.
“I guess every girl goes through that” I tried to defend my fear.
“True. I always believe a smile can do wonders. Imagine you have a whiny
mother-in-law who keeps complaining about you..Don’t bother justifying
yourself. Just smile at her, make her sit down and start massaging her legs”
“What?!” I laughed out loud.
“It will work you know..my mother has told me this once” she laughed too.
We were nearing Chennai. She told me what she writes in the
book, it was a book of all her adventure trip experiences. It was interesting
when she told me that, she makes it a habit to note down any lack of facilities,
in the place she visits, and makes sure she writes a letter to the concerned
authority. She explained with pride about how she made sure she informed
government authorities about damaged roads in a small village, she happened to
visit during one of her treks.
The train finally came to a halt. We had reached Chennai
central by around 9:30PM.I felt like the journey was too short and i wished i
could have known her more. I realised we didn’t even know each other’s names. I
didn’t feel like asking too.
We got down to the platform. She hugged me and said “It was
a pleasure travelling with you”
“you will be one of the most interesting co-passengers in my
life” I said.
“thankyou my dear”
“Is your friend coming to pick you up?” I asked with concern.
“Oh no. She passed away long back, lucky female. Her granddaughter is coming to
pick me up, I am very close to their family now” She said with a smile.
“Ok i’m off, take care” I said
“You too”
I walked away from the Lady like a bamboo pole. Oh wait, did
I not mention that she was 74yrs old?
