I have little knowledge on public transportation for long distances. When it comes to Railways and Airlines, i am truly dumb. I cant even understand the words used in them.
I dont have to deal with flights, but as a middle class person, i have to with Trains. Its a whole different story when my father used to book the tickets and gets the confirmation, and i board on train, sitting and enjoying the ride, with hands out of window.
I had to attend my close friends wedding in Delhi, he informed a month and half before, but i am too lazy to book tickets then. In my defense, the waiting list was 80 then, i thought i would go for Tatkal. It didnt workout.
Uday bought General Tickets, paid the penalty to the TC and we got into AP express sleeper coach. Got window seats and napped till Khajipet, then the struggle started. We are the guys with no reservation. So our bums require mercy of others to land somewhere.
Then came a Punjabi family. The whole family is noisy , especially the granny. She been advising everybody on everything. She shown mercy on us and let us sit on the side upper berth. Then two old ladies from the same family had a lengthy discussion on how long they can extend the mercy on us and at what time they should ask us to leave the berth. Well, i didnt understand any of that, Uday translated it for me.
For this 24hr journey , i have bought three books with me. I was meaning to finish them off and buy few more at Delhi for return journey.
I passed time till evening, sitting on the edges of berths and standing at foot board, I cant strike a conversation because i am not fluent in Hindi, , i have nothing much to do except staring at Vindhyas.
The night brought more problems. Now that reserved people are going to sleep, all unreserved ones, including Uday came to the door making it hard for me to hold my ground.
The irritated TC, become all friendly, once he removed the coat and washed his face. In broken Hindi, i asked if there is any chance of getting a berth, now the answer is a friendly NO.
There was a large aluminum box near washbasin. I was planning to sit on it and sleep. Owner of the box said, its his seat, like Sheldon of Bing Bang Theory. I was back on my feet, and contemplating if i could sleep like horse, standing. No, our body doesnot work that way, if only we had evolved from Horses instead of Monkeys.
The box-guy, who is Telugu, gave permission to sit on it with him, as his wife got berth in the next compartment. I just began to the enjoy the cool air blowing on my face, so let Uday sit on it. I was hoping that, as a notorious nocturnal , he could pass the night, so i can sleep on the box.
But, he slept, with head on the box and legs stretched towards bathrooms. He slept !
At Bhopal, a Sardarji, boarded, who is exuberant and funny. Instead of sleeping on his reserved berth, he engaged all unreserved in a conversation. I took part in it with nods and laughs. Soon, i was part of the large group. We spent some time, eyeballing the ladies ( only beautiful and young ones) going to the toilets. Then each one of us, started telling how they ended up in this train unreserved. Just like me, most of them were having unconfirmed tatkal tickets of other trains reaching for Delhi. One fellow said, his waiting number was 2, when i showed empathy, he showed an old guy, who is trying to sleep beside another guy on the floor, and told that his number was 1. The old guy, got up and started telling me how his fate is always bad.
Once Sardarji went to sleep, we are bored. I am bored and tired and getting tired of boredom. I went to the door, closed it , sat on the floor with my back on the door and started resting. Now, my other unreserved brothers, called me and gave me a rolled-up bed which belongs to a passenger who is already snoring on his bed. The bed is huge, there is no way to unroll it and sleep. I just sat on it and slept. When i woke up in discomfort , Uday is struggling to sleep, may be people going to Toilet are kicking him in hurry. For sometime, he sat beside me and tried to sleep, it didnt work as the door knob is prodding. He went back to his favorite position and slept again.
Somewhere around 3, Uday, woke me up and said there are berths. I gave the bed to another brother-who-could-not-get-berth and followed Uday. He is following a police. The police lead us to faraway compartment , where he thought there are berths. Then started negotiating with the people who are sitting in RAC berth. As i said before, my Hindi is weak, i was half-asleep and they are talking in local dialectic. From their voice modulation, i understood that, the police guy already sold the berth to them, now he wants it back as expecting much from us.
The talks didnt go well, then he lead us to another compartment, which is far far away. One police guy, asked me to sleep in the empty middle berth and another took Uday to another compartment.
I thought , that night will pass without me resting on a flat surface, but it finally happened. Uday visited me to tell that he got it in S1. I asked him to switch on the phone and went to sleep , ignoring the snores.
I woke up at 7 or so. Then i realized that i dont have change with me. I am sure, Uday wont be awake. After much contemplation, i have decided that me having tea is more important than he having a sleep. I got down to go to him, only to realize that he is on the upper berth. I didnt show mercy and woke him up for money so that i can have my elixir.
He slept again, and in couple of hours we reached Delhi.
