They say, learn to travel and travel to learn.But I say, what for! I mean the more I travel the more I learn, but that ways, I will waste most of my time travelling. Take for example the Indian Railways, billions of people travel through Indian trains every year. Most of the trains are jam-packed,the best that you can get is your name in a waiting list. But does that make Indians ,even, enlightened travelers ? Most of the people carry heavy luggage,full of stuff that they are not going to use. I don’t mean, you can expect to see a man carrying a hose to water the flower pots being carried by his wife as her luggage. Of course not!
On one travel for FUN journey I met a very interesting guy. He was certainly not one of those unusual Jats,who boarded from Dhanbad. Or the random Bengali who carried a knife,some onions,some puffed rice,some spices, some pickles,some utensils,some other utensils and some other this and that for a sumptuous JHAAL MURHI. He was something else,something POSH!
The train was about on time at Kanpur station. 30 minutes can’t be called a delay by the standards of Indian Railways. He boarded the train and sat on the seat next to me. He had a deliberately unkempt kind of hair style. It seemed that a layer of wind blew just touching his head,the hair on the fore head was untouched but the scalp was hit by some kind of a storm. Ending in a calamity some where in the middle.
The 20 something guy was going to Delhi and had to board a flight to Bangalore the next day. I don’t know whether it was his bad luck or his sheer weight,the train started to crawl. The distance that was supposed to be covered in 6 hours took us 11 hours. Throughout the journey he regretted not taking a direct a flight whilst others regretted his presence. Some believed his prayers full of expletives to be kind of a bad omen for all of us.
It was difficult for me sit idle,so I started to chat. He told me all about his hobbies,how he went for auditions,his modeling assignments,he was a cricketer,he was this as well as that and a bit of that too…After this little chit-chat I asked him directly,” are you an engineer?” Astonishingly his reply was not in affirmative! He said he was pursuing a Bachelors in Computer Application or BCA. Deep inside it felt incredulous. Even an American can tell (Pun unintended),what could a boy going to Bangalore possibly be doing. I inquired all over again,” are you seriously not an engineer?”
He shied a bit,but said ” I am,but generally I don’t tell people”. I asked an obvious, “why”.
I could feel his pain,when he told me some random uncle,in some other random journey declared to him that he would never let his son be an engineer.
“kyuki ek to saala Job nahi lagti,upar se padhne ki aadat alag chhoot jaati hai”
“First you don’t get a job,besides you lose your habit of studying!”
Believe me when Engineers cry,they cry real bad! Before I could fully wipe his tears,we were in Delhi.