Last Sunday I had an occasion, since I with my friend Satish had planned to visit Vaishanv Delhi Railway Station well in advance and after staying in the queue for about half an hour we got the tickets. Good houses, roads, schools and colleges, markets and bazaars were seen everywhere. The rural India seemed to be prosperous with all urban facilities available with them. We got down from the train and went to my sister’s house by a taxi. However, last Sunday I had a memorable journey by rail. Immediately, we moved to platform No.1 where the train was to arrive shortly.
We spent a good time and at last late in the evening the train reached Jammu.
One of them was from Bangalore doing a course in Engineering and the other studying law in Delhi. We bought our tickets and got into the train at 7 a.m.
All the houses, poles, fields and trees seemed to be running backwards.
Within a few minutes, it gained the speed of the wind. We alighted from it and through the exit gate came out.
Just then there came a man putting on a black coat. I was surprised to find that there were six men in the compartment without tickets.
One of our friends there received us at the station and he took us to his home being very tired, we had a good meal and went to bed immediately. It is not without much bustle and excitement that all the travelers, after taking their tickets and having their luggage weighed, get themselves and their many parcels packed into the compartments of the carriages, and it is a great relief when at last the bell rings and the train with a loud whistle glides smoothly out of the station.Let us suppose that you are now comfortably or uncomfortably settled in your seat.Occasionally in a railway train one meets well-informed and agreeable persons, whose conversation does much to relieve the tedium of a long journey.Even more interesting than the study of the different characters of one’s fellow-passengers, is the variety of the scenery through which the railway passes.As the poorer people of India have little regard for time, long before the moment of departure many of them have come to the station, and may be seen waiting patiently in clusters round their pots and pans and other luggage.Besides the actual passengers, the station is also crowded with those who have come to see their friends off. The hawkers were crying at the top of their voices. My father pushed me and I was able to occupy a seat. Very soon we were passing through the green fields. It was very nice to see men, women and children working in the fields. At noon we reached the areas of Chittagong district. After seven hours, the train reached the Chittagong railway station at 4 p.m. My coolie managed to enter through a window and put our luggage on a seat. It was very interesting to observe the rural life of India.