Wednesday, September 28, 2011

Critical Connection

I travel a lot. No, I don't go to 'explore new places' or 'meet new people', I just travel between two cities 790 kms away from each other. You see, one of them is where my heart belongs (Mumbai) and well, the other is where I am trapped since last 2 years (Hyderabad). 17 hours far away by train. And I would just reiterate that, My love for railways has nothing to do with my name!

I run home-wards, almost every chance I get. It is not a VERY long journey, so if I plan it well, I can manage to meet the most important people to me, every couple months. But that is not what this post is about.

Because of the frequency of my travel and my insistence to experiment with different kinds of people, I choose to usually travel by the 2nd class sleeper coaches. And invariable of the route, or the time, or the season, or my seat number, I end up sitting at the compartment that has one of these,
yes, The emergency window!!

Sometimes I feel as if these things follow me whenever I travel. I have had them in ac coaches, in chair-cars, at seat number 1, at air planes.. sometimes even at private buses. Its almost like god is asking me to take a safe exit from my current plans in life and take up safer assignments.

Another thing that I have noticed is that, these windows manage to not catch up with me when I am traveling with my mother. Does this mean that she is my safety cover?

Have I totally gone crazy?


Cяystal said...

Hahahaha. I don't know. You were thoda pagal since forever.
But Mumbai. Ooh bliss :)

Kunal said...

May is a signal that..if you are does not matter where you will always have a window to get out of trouble every time :)

Siddhartha Joshi said...

This is damn interesting! I absolutely dislike sitting at the emergency window in flights, and the long 'gyaan' session from the air hostess, no matter how pretty she might be!

You certainly have an odd luck, am sure thr is a reason for it...look looking :)

Kumar Bibek said...

Hehehehe...Interesting.... Perhaps, there's more to it, perhaps something related to your "pichchla janam"...

Express said...

Crystal: aree, thoda pagal I am re! that is why my blog is called disoriented neurons :P

Kunal: that was SUCH a cute thing to say, i tell u! :)

I'm god's favorite child :D
blogrolled u up boyi! :)

Express said...

siddhartha: Interesting, right?
so u think I should find the reason right?
so u dont think i am mental, right? :D

but but, I *always* listen to the pep-talk by air hostesses. I got scolded VERY badly (in public) by my mother (who is a teacher) as a child for not paying attention to them :-/

thanks for the visit :)

Siddhartha Joshi said...


Express said...

Kumar: Aree, everything has a connection to my pichla janam.

But i sure didnt die in a train accident. I died because I got bored of my life in egypt and wanted 2 experiment in india :D

yes, i think i am mad :P

Zeba said...

I don't think that's crazy at all. Maybe a little. Okay no. Scratch that. :-)

Arv said...

sometimes, the signs are just what they are, signs and may not mean much :)

take care...


Rahul Bhatia said...

Nice one!

Cяystal said...

You I love. Just came in to say that.
I hardly got the old blogger frands around now. :@

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Express said...

Haha! I am very much. You are yet to see how mental it gets in here when I get too comfortable :P

but, thanks for coming down here yes :)
cheers maarlo!! :)

YOU ARE BACK! excellent!
and yea, maybe your are right. But it happens EVERY time! i think its time to let small things go.. hmm..

your post brought a huge smile on my face.. so yay!

Express said...

Thanks! :) I thought people would find it rather crazy.. but yea, w/e :D

aree, the purana public used to feel so different re. New waale people are thode ajeeb :-/

dont go off blagger now ok?.. u here makes me feel 'attached'..