Journey by  the Train

A journey by train is a good journey. You will be very happy to read about my journey by train, let's start.....

 Train is on the track.

 The capital is coming and your box will be here." Qali placed the luggage a little behind the line on the platform and wiped the sweat from his forehead. 

"Hey, where are you going? And who will keep this luggage in the box? Don't worry, Bauji! When the two trains come, I'll stand here, say I ran a little and got a little light. 

I said to myself in my heart. Why are you so nervous! Just calm down now and wait for the train.

 

 Platform of Delhi 

I was standing on the platform of Delhi and waiting for the capital train to go to Mumbai. 

It may be recalled that in 1998, Bombay became Mumbai only two or three years ago. 

The train system in India has always been good and they have taken it forward. It was said that your box would have a bogie number, a compartment number on the same platform in front of the same line.

 Neither back nor forward How to get from Delhi to Mumbai? The plane was also expensive and where is the talk of romantic travel by train in air travel?

 

Shatab Di and Rajdhani are two high-speed trains that depart from Delhi in many directions.

 Acceleration is beyond the car. It has no sleeper berths, only comfortable seating. 

Like the best for short distances. Rajdhani is a long-distance train, where you have to spend the night and sometimes nights by train, so there is no better train journey than Rajdhani. Clean compartment, mattress bed, insistent feeding servant, who also has a treasure trove of pickles. 

Educated and well-mannered we travel.

There is no better train than the capital, but it was impossible to get a seat in the capital on time. 

Someone had pointed out that there were two such bodies in the car, which is for foreigners only.

 They get tickets in dollars, not in Indian rupees, more expensive than ordinary tickets. I was fascinated to see Mumbai, so I reached the office far away, where these bogies were booked, got tickets, and now I was standing on the Delhi platform waiting for Sagar. 

Ten minutes later, when I put my luggage on the train and sat down on my seat, I realized how tired I was. 

Fatigue is when you sit down and let out a long moan and your legs spread out to the front automatically.

 

Passengers are  in the coach.

The other three passengers in the coach had already been introduced.

 A middle-aged Polish couple on a tour of India, Kamala Parikh, a handsome 35-year-old South African, who was original of Indian descent and came to visit her homeland for the first time. 

Knowing that I am from Lahore, she opened up. 

Her loved ones lived in Lahore before the partition. Her memories were now a part of her life, a part of Kamala's childhood.

 " Where is  Basanti Road in Lahore?" He asked impatiently. I fell in six and five, then with a flash of my mind, I understood. 

"Not Basanti Road, Nasbat Road. There is Dayal Singh Library, a very famous library. The same one, I may have forgotten. My uncle is there. lived."

 

God bless you! When and how many generations will these wounds heal? He had reached Deoband from Lahore dressed in the same wounds. 

Had seen his ancestral home. I cried with tears and tried to feel the love by touching the door and the wall, which my elders had entrusted to them when they left this house as a trust.

 It's not a visa issue, but where life allows, it's still a difficult time for India."

 

In such a situation, when the other two traveling companions are bored, we stay together, we travel, we have a comfortable train journey, we have a break, then it doesn't take long for similarities to form.

 Movies watched, novels read, favorite foods of all time.

 All this together became the arched bridge over the river of Janjabit, on which we spent hours standing and talking. 

Agatha Christie, Harold Robbins, Shakespeare, Wordsworth, The Great Escape, Roman Holidays, Ten Commandments, Potato Licking, Besni Roti, GolGuppe. You know the hour is less than a month to talk about them. Khwaja Haider Ali Atash! That's right, you said:

 

A thousand trees are in the shade

 

Cigarette is in hand.

But the problem was cigarettes. 

Someone came out of the compartment with an excuse and went to the door of the box and started smoking. 

There was a balance in the knocking of the train and where there are continuity and a balance in the sounds, music begins to be made.

 This was my first trip to the southern regions beyond Delhi and the unseen cities, unseen landscapes, and strange lands of the earth. 

It was getting late and the smoke was rising from the mud houses. I began to remember Josh's poem "The Princess of the Jungle". Victory

 

The car was muttering happily

 

He was going to Jaipur from Ajmer

 

Khurshid was hiding in the colorful hills

 

They were sitting on peacocks in the bushes

 

 Two Young Men

The two young men approached and stood. They also came here to blow smoke. 

Smiles were exchanged. 

When they were introduced, both of them left for Karachi. 

About twenty-seven or twenty-eight years of age.

 Now I don't remember the names, but we assume Asif and Nadeem. 

It was a good thing that the three Pakistanis came together. Soon they opened. He was also going to Bombay. After some hesitation, Asif said, "Actually, we play cricket.


 It turned out that they have connections in Karachi, Dubai, and Mumbai. This was also his first trip to Mumbai and it was in this connection.

 I was shocked to hear this, but we continued to gossip, but I noticed that they were both polite, courteous and cheerful young men in every way.

 

Snow is falling over the trees.

It was probably December 30, 1998, and the month of Ramadan could be announced at any time. 

It was decided that whoever received the news of the moon should inform the other. When he returned to the compartment, Kamala was aware of his activities outside. 

He asked, "You've brought the the smell.

 Thankfully, you said the smell, not the smell." Happened The good-natured railway official who was in charge of food and bedding. He asked everyone for food and left. 

We waited for the meat-eating passenger to eat.

 

But the news came before the meal. Asif and Nadeem came and said that they heard on the radio that the moon had appeared. 

At the same time, he asked the question, which I did not expect, "Brother Saud! Will you fast with us?" I was confused. 

"Here? On the train? Management? He said that the guard has been spoken to. We have to get up by setting the alarm ourselves at that time.

 We have to go to the dining car, where our breakfast will be ready. His determination also encouraged me. 

I went and returned after directing everything. Lo Saud Mian! Experience Sehri on the train once in a lifetime!