Monday, September 5, 2011

COLORS OF LIFE-3. A MEMORABLE TRAIN JOURNEY

Colors of Life-3. A Memorable train Journey.

It was the summer of 1963. I had appeared for my M.Com. Final and my friend Sudhanshu for his MSc. Final. We belonged to the same town and were doing our PG from Saharanpur from different colleges. We always travelled together to and from our town. Both of us had packed our meager belongings and books in our trunks and were returning to our town Kotdwara, by train.

The train reached laksar. So engrossed were we in our talks and future plans that we did not realize the train was moving in the opposite direction. Upon enquiry we were told that the train was going to Dehradun, meaning thereby we were supposed to change our connecting train at laksar which we had forgotten. We deboarded the train at first stop with our heavy trunks and bags. We were told there was no train till evening. There was a goods train standing at the platform and we explained our predicament to the guard who very kindly agreed to give us a lift back to Laksar from where we could take another train to our town.

At laksar we took a train at about 4 in the afternoon and were sure of catching the last train from Najibabad to our town at 6 p. m. We were greatly relieved when we found the train placed at the platform when we reached Najibabad. We put our trunks and bags in the last compartment of the train and got down to have a cup of tea, tired as we were. At the tea stall we ordered our tea and again went to our dream talks. We were sipping tea totally unaware of when the guard whistled and when the train left. It was I who first noticed it and cried “Sudhanshu, our train!!!” We could see the tail lamp of the going train at the last signal post.

We went to the station master and explained our situation. He promised to wire to the next station and ask the station master to request the guard to take charge of our belongings and handover to the post master at the destination. He advised us to take am bus and claim our baggage from the station master at destination.

Thankfully we reached the destination well in time and claimed our baggage fro the station master.

Such are the adventure of youth hood or may be follies.   

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