Punjab Train to Ludhiana (Punjab) A funny story
Well I love Punjab that’s not because I am living in India and I love my country, this is just only because of the fact that I am always surrounded by computer, concrete and all that stuff that one human being hate to be with. Firstly I would like to give my introduction once again, name- you can find on the top of this page – Ankur Lekhi. Working in Technology Department for BPO company and I love to develop my own websites in free time.
I was working in my office on Monday and I called up my uncle in Ludhiana and want to confirm about his plans for weekend. As normal retired person he was also free and I got green signal for my journey. Tickets were being booked from the internet and every formality was being ful-filled as I want to travel on Saturday by Shan-e-Punjab.
One thing I want to mention here that I was working @ nights so for me it was just coming from office and boarding the train. Well for the greenery I think one will go ahead.
D day came and I reached the station with all my luggage to platform no3 of New Delhi Railway Station with my brother. Well as I had booked tickets online, I got window seat which was desired as I want to catch some sleep.
Anyways story is going to begin from here, first of all I would like to tell the map of train, there are row of seats with 3 each, the best way will be 2X3 in a row.
With me there should be 2 more travelers. Well I got surprise of my life, one good Punjabi aunty was seating with her daughter. Daughter was cute and like her, however don’t want to get some good beating in the day train.
Auntiji was really good at doing some charity. First of all she was seating at my seat and asked me like a police office questioning a thief- Show me Your Ticket – I felt blood rushing in my viens, I controlled, and showed her printout. After seeing my ticket (as she was not able to understand English) she asked her daughter to take a look. She nodded in positive. I got sigh of reliever however the most magic moment was yet to be there, she said promptly- “you can sit wherever you feel” and by saying this she occupied Window Seat. I was astonished to see her guts at that time. I requested firmly – “Aunty ji this is my seat.” Well this make her feel bad and she start murmuring however I got my seat.
I want to sleep for a while and tried to do that and found that there are 4 people sitting on a berth of 3, I want to complain however that aunti-ji had made her so called relative comfortable. Now there are 4 people. Now so called relative of auntiji has 4 kids with her.. They also wants some space so, 2 of them were in lap and other 2 were roaming here and there for some space which they gradually got.
Now we are around 7 people sitting and I have adjust with making some good faces and I hate this treatment being given. I tried to complained however everything was in vein. Now I start drinking a coke – for me drinking its normal- friends you wont believe me all the kids and most of the people are staring me and my coke. I don’t know why. I just want to ignore them. However they were chatting about me.. big man traveling in a second class for the first time, I can hear some cool words about me…
The moment I reached ambala station I called up my papa and was chatting to him , the same time, one hawker came to sell something and sold some puris and alloo to kid, I think he deliberately made my pants eat that. Oh!! My god I just ended my levis to eat this stuff. After all they were all happy.
Now they want to stand at window seat. Think about this narrow lane 7 people sitting on a seat of 3 and now other 4 wants to come at window. Literally 3 of them were standing (or I should rather say they were jumping on my foot) I was praying to god Journey to Ludhiana should end .
This is partially true and sorry for making it less interesting as i cannot add some of the Punjabi abusive words here 
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October 30 2007 04:43 pm | Short Stories
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