that station, that train
November 2, 2006
Imagine this : You travel daily b/w station A & station B, and pass many other “chillar” stations in between. Stations A & B are those big-ass ones with many people and many things going around. The usual big-city chahal-pahal and stuff.
In short, life is fast-paced.
Now imagine that suddenly one day/evening, you are stranded at this small-time ‘station S’ that is in the route (because you missed a train or something broke down). You sit down and see those zooming trains pass by, those people and their fast-paced lives, and wonder how do stations like S survive? Do people even ackowledge the existence of such slow-yet-surviving places? That lonely old man sitting on the bench reading a newspaper, that occasional hawker going around trying to make a living.. that beggar waiting for “any” person to pass by and drop something in his hat, that restroom with broken/blinking lights, that platform which ends before it even begins.. the only things you hear at station S are passing-by trains and hustle of leaves.. it is THAT dead.
And suddenly a fast train stops momentarily to pick you up (!), to take you away from that still life..
I am currently stuck at such a station (S), and I am waiting for such a fast train to get me out..