A Journey to My home town

The journey to my hometown was very fascinating and dramatic. As i started from my office, it was very murky, and dull climate with a gentle drizzle. Perhaps it was a trailer for the things to come in the due course. The train was late, so i got myself couple of samosas and a cup of coffee. I started waiting eagerly for the train, every moment seems to be looking as an hour.The train arrived on the platform, a got myself a seat in the general compartment. Very soon the train started and i had started a roller coaster of a ride.

As expected of a typical Local compartment in a train, it was stuffed with too many people. People from different places, caste, religion,age and sometimes i wonder that "trains" are in true sense, the picture of diverse Indian culture and tradition. Just in matter of minutes you will find people speaking with others whom they haven't met at all. And the most interesting of them are the topic which they discuss.. from politics, to films, stars, and most of time they end up with one giving advice to the other on how to lead their life. Some people like it and some don't. So you will find people with amused faces, carefully listening to what others are discussing and then give their "expert" comments at the end.

As the train continued its journey, criss crossing the hinterland of India, the landscape started changing. From the lush green land to more barren and hilly terrain. It was on time for about couple of hours, and as i expected, it didn't break the tradition of "Being Late". The Indian Railways have perhaps are synonymous with this word. Somehow, the train reached my home town by 11:00 PM an hour late. I don't know why, but i feel very very happy whenever i am in my home town. It's that internal feeling that cannot be expressed in words, u just have to experience it.. Having reached home, me and mom had our dinner.. Home made food!! cant get any better than it. You could have ate five star food, but nothing is best when it comes home made food. Perhaps its the love which adds that extra taste..

The next day was all but rain. Heavy rains had lashed and were ever you see it was just water and more water. Couple of months ago people were praying for rains, and here you have people again praying to God to stop the down pour. We, simply aren't happy what we get... There was huge loss to property and most importantly many lost their lives. People blame the Government and they blame the furore of the nature. What ever it is, we are the ultimate losers. And as usual all the TV channel were covering this disaster, as if it was some kind of a festival. I don't know whether excessive media coverage actually helps us. You find one channel making self proclaims that it is the best, and some other doing the same thing in some other way. I am not against the media, but there is limit for every thing..

I met my old friends, who had also come during the holidays. We decided to have dinner together, and luckily it wasn't raining that evening. In fact that was indeed a pleasant evening with full moon light. We had a blast together, discussing a school days and how things have changed in our lives. It was Sunday, the day to return to Bangalore. I had my lunch at my sister's house and we had fun after long time. I left home and reached station well before the train time, that's because the train was again "late". The train arrived and i reached Bangalore.. The moment i reached home i was in for a big shock...details will be in my next blog..........