'train' of thoughts...

I always prefer travelling in second class day trains. That is where I get a flavour of all the spices garnishing India. In a gutsy attempt to just marvel at nature, observe things and people around me completely, I carried none of my usual companions along (music, books, LAYS, bricks video game, sudoku).

Now can I get luckier than this, the reservation chart reads
S Preeti F 21
Srivatsan M 25

Wow that is some news. I sit waiting for Sri (lazy to type vatsan along,oops i just typed , aww forget it:)) and he boards twenty minutes later. He is Tall and Dark (according to me a guy who is Tall + Dark = HHH (Handsome and Happening Hunk)). Unfortunately he turns out to be way too shy, deliberately makes a fuss of not even accidentally brushing against me and maintains a safe distance of 3 inches (I wonder how he balanced himself as he was in the 'away' seat and was literally fighting gravity). I felt like telling him "dude I am not gonna rape you. Please feel safe". He opened his laptop and plugged in earphones and was seeing DDLJ, thats my favorite movie (Shah rukh and Kajol look magical) and even though I have seen it 59 times, I wont miss a scene when given a chance. So I keep sneaking looks at his laptop, hoping soon enough he would somehow mind read me and share his earphone. "Whhhhhhhaaaaaaaaaaaaaa", a ear splitting sound from
a wailing infant. Wait. Its not an infant, its a girl, no wait, a child...ok, its from an earthling in the age group of 1.5-3 :):) I seriously feel such kids have a pitch higher than Parveen Sultana and would reach professional pinnacles when into classical singing. I wonder why they wail? Perhaps they too want a glimpse of the "ruk jaa oh dil deewane" song from the laptop :) Or want to just get free from the mother shackles and roll around. Or are too wet already. Or What ever. In essence, a wailing infant next to you is definitely not fun.


I then got distracted to supposedly discreet giggles of two teenage girls. A part of the eavesdropped conversation:

G1: You know my boyfriend never finds fault in me, including the two pimples on my lower half of left cheek *freaking hell*

G2: soooo romantic... wish I had one like that. But my guy really likes my hair cut, especially the two strands slapping my face every now and then... *oww stop this mushy gooey shit will you*

This topic was definitely not of my interest so turned towards the middle aged aunty next to me. Now that I have used the word 'aunty' , thats the word I wanna screw out of the dictionary. In my sister's parent teacher meeting, one female came upto me and asked,"aunty, which standard is your kid in? 11th or 12th?", my vocabulary fell short of all the swear words I knew. And I get further kindled when they pronounce aunty as 'anti' Come on you nutties out there, I am just 21. Please try to notice that somehow. Now lets get back to the real aunty in the train :) she was throwing a threatening look at her husband (probably) seated opposite to her who was smoking perhaps the 15th cigarette in one hour. I am not against smokers as such its their personal life and none of my bloody business to ask them to wean away from cigarettes. But would really feel good if they did controlled smoking and felt the cigarette telling them " hey you, I am cinders in a few minutes, but you will follow suit soon buddy, catch you later ".


Was too tired of observation by now, and fell into a beautiful sleep ( did I hear anyone saying thank god :), and by the way yeah I did dream of HHH:))