I'm in 20 hour journey to Chandigarh in a train filled with kids. It's school time, no kids should be allowed leave, especially if they do not have their silencer masks on and no chocolate to fuel to the added hyperactivity.
But the view is brilliant, and I have claimed the window seat so the world rolls by as I stare out. And at such times, the discomfort ceases to be, the kid shrieking in my ear, or the dirty loos, or the fact that I am stationary all day long and the only form of exercise is walking up and down the length of the train. But train journeys are fun.
It's been madness, so far. The time which in my head I mark as the P.J. & P.J Era - The pre jaundice and post jaundice era of my life. The pre jaundice era saw me much more motivated and carefree. The post jaundice era is the right -on-the -egde with considerable more thought to loads of things.
But realisations come to you, especially when you're in a moving train and you're not moving.
- My mother is a braveheart who will brutally and ruthlessly defend her kitchen and her house against all pestilence, rats and lizards by means of copious amounts of rat poison and Hit. Even if it means that her entire family dies of breathing toxic air...that is a bridge to be crossed later. The atmosphere is toxic but rodent free
- When you wake up in a train with a kid screaming at the top of her voice and you look out of the window to see a green green field, with haystacks and peacocks on top of the haystacks at 6.00 am, and it is beautiful.
- More on the kids now, there are some kids who come equipped with a set of lungs which when they grow up will be fatal enough (the shrill quality in the voice is enough to shatter all glass walls), but when combined with a deep and shrill voice when you're a kid is just plain unfair. And parents should do something about it. Like gag the kid or something.
- I love kids, that is my nephew. All kids are cute, once again applies to my nephew. All kids should be well behaved, and my nephew is. All kids should be non snotty and non drooly, my nephew is remarkably so. And he is a little monster who drives my sister mad. But he happens to be the only kid along with some others, whom I like.
- There is always one couple/fat aunty/one uncle who are belligerent and what I call the "Takeovers". They have usually 2 seats booked and the other one is just on the waiting list. They will hence try and come first and takeover everything in sight. The luggage space is captured by them (since they are the ones with the maximum luggage, always) and they spread themselves as far out as possible. Any polite evictions of "excuse me, please shift" are met with angry glares and "this is our seat - 54-55..see" - Jeez man, I just want to sit. That's all, not make out. They are the ones who will want the lights out, at 9.00 p.m. and hate it when other people make noise i.e have fun, since they are too busy protecting their seats to have any. They protest, they complain and they shove. And they stare at the food you eat.
-Random stations and signal stops are singularly interesting places with abandoned houses, an old temple, a field or just a water body. And if you're like me, you'll wonder why people don't come and shoot here...or simply take pictures since the weather is so beautiful.
-TV is becoming boring and boringer by the day. Or maybe my attention span has given out in the scope of 4 years and I cannot hope to achieve anything more out of it.
- Watsapp is a lifesaver. Especially when you have to send pictures for approval. I love watsapp.
- The last 1 year hasn't been kind, if anything it's been like a math teacher - Practise your sums and tables everyday so as to master mathematics. And if you don't then you end up failing. I learnt to practise quite late in the day, but I'm getting there.
- Aimless ambition is stupid. One year plans work the best, eventually one year will lead to another and you will land up where you're headed.
- Censorship of thoughts is a crime. If you're censoring them in you're head even before they come out. Then you're just killing all your dreams.
- Everyone listens, if you say it nicely and enough number of times.
- My language has been enhanced by a group of tireless individuals working round the clock to ensure I know what LL44, KLPD, BKL mean. I feel so proud of me at times, it's like trying to eat kiwi for the first time.
- Hand sanitizers and napkins in the train are a must. If all else fails, then of course there is the sleeve.
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