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To those who haven't traveled in an non air-conditioned railway coach (generally referred to as a sleeper coach) in India, I apologize for my choice of metaphor here. To give a bit of a background, more than half the reserved coaches in India are non-AC. They are generally messier, filthier, hotter, more crowded, and generally more of an unpleasant experience than their air conditioned counterparts.
Imagine such a journey.
You board the train at 8 AM in the morning, settle down, and feel yourself being slowly engulfed with excitement and hopeful anticipation. It is going to be a long trip; 24 hours to be precise. But the prospect of going back to your hometown, or seeing your lover after a long time, or starting a new chapter in a strange city, or any of the multitude of reasons you undertook this voyage, would certainly make up for it.
Its almost noon. Things have been smooth for the past 4 hours. The weather's fine, but it is definitely getting hotter. Your coach is only ~50% occupied. You have already finished the book you had purchased earlier, at the onset of the journey. To be fair, it was a disappointment. However, it did help you kill a few hours. But you are no longer in the mood to read more, so you do not take out the second one, letting it sit idly in your backpack, hopefully to be picked up during the return leg.
The first big station arrives. A great human wave overwhelms your compartment. In a few minutes, when the commotion subsides, and the train resumes nonchalantly, you realize that there are now more people than seats. A lot of people without the proper reservations have also got in. But being in India, there is nothing much you can do about it. An elderly gentleman comes up to you and asks you to shift a bit to accommodate him. You are well within your rights to refuse, but you don't want to sound rude. So you comply; you adjust.
Another 3 hours pass by. The heat has become unbearable. You curse our little, ordinary, yellow star. You notice that another young man has somehow sneaked into your seat. Originally meant to seat 3, it now is carrying 5. There isn't enough room for you to get comfortable. Not fair, you think. After all you planned your travel in advance and paid for the seat. So you take a stand, and politely ask the gentleman to leave.
It's 6 PM now. The sun has started to go down. You have become accustomed to the crowd, the crying children, the noisy group of teenagers in the next compartment, and everything else. The guy you had asked to leave earlier comes back, walks up to you, and apologizes. He is a student, who had to suddenly leave for home due to a personal emergency. He says his stop is next. And that he is terribly sorry for the inconvenience he caused you. You feel like an ass. You realize you had been a terrible person. You blurt out your apology too, hoping to make up for your earlier blunder. You offer him half you seat until his journey ends. You start talking. He is a good kid. 30 minutes or so fly by in what felt like a jiffy. You bid adieu but not without adding him on Facebook. You just made a friend.
7 PM and you are gazing our of the window. The cool counter-breeze is a welcome relief after the sun's unsolicited display of strength earlier that day. The scenery is wonderful too. Lush green fields, small lakes and ponds, a tiny creek, a rustic little settlement. You can almost feel the languid rural life calling out to you, a stark contrast against the hectic pace of the city. Is that regret you are feeling?
Anyway, back to the present. Some of the scenery is so beautiful, you wish you could stop and admire it for a few moments more. But like Frost's reminiscence of a fateful winter evening passing through the woods, or Wordsworth's vivid memoirs of gazing upon a daffodil field, you know it isn't possible. Everything comes, stays for a while, and then leaves. Nothing is permanent. With that thought, both distressing and comforting, you eat your dinner and go to sleep.
You wake up at 6 AM the next morning, mostly infuriated by the commotion in the coach. To your pleasant surprise, you find a cute girl sitting across from your seat. Being shy, you simply take out the second book and start reading. A few minutes later, the lady interrupts you inquiring about the said book. Not a bad investment, you think. One thing leads to another, and you soon find yourself in the midst of a wonderful conversation. You are pleasantly surprised to discover that the two of you work in the same city, belong to the same town, and have overlapping interests in most cases. "Could this be love?", you heart asks. "Let's not get ahead of ourselves.", your brain replies. However, it definitely could be the beginning of something wonderful. You exchange numbers and outline some vague plans to catch up soon.
The journey is coming to an end. You feel both relieved and a bit nostalgic. You are where you wanted to be, but in the process you will have to let go of the past 24 hours.
That is life.
A journey. A series of events, some memorable some not. An emotional roller-coaster of joy, sadness, excitement, disappointment. A constant battle between being a little sympathetic and understanding vs standing your ground. Friendship. Love. An elapsing sequence of scenes, of moments, of memories. All of them fleeting. Permanently. Irrevocably. The final destination for all is the same - irrespective of power, wealth, beauty, ambition. Death is the eventual finality that we all need to embrace and accept. However, it's the ephemeral nanosecond in the cosmic calendar, where you exist, that is all that matters
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Sameer
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