I dont know why, but I have developed some kind of aversion towards train from my childhood. So I have always preferred bus to train. But thanks to my state government for showing me how exciting a train journey could be. If they had not raised the bus fare to such an extent, I would have not had that memorable train journey.
The train to my hometown starts at 1.30pm and reaches around 9pm. So there was no need for berth. Every college student who is new to train journey would think himself as surya and would expect a girl like sameera to sit opposite to him.( only an experienced guy would know that reality is far from expectations). I tried to be practical and prayed for, atleast a girl of my age to sit opposite to me.I eagerly checked the namelist. I realized that god answers reasonable prayers.
Name : Jyothi
Age: 20
But, how about her looks? Simply because a fruit is fresh, we cant enjoy eating it. Taste matters.(dont you think the analogy is a bit rude).I then submitted my next reasonable prayer- Jyothi has to be atleast, decently pretty. After few minutes, came a girl in blue chudidhar and sat opposite to me. Who else it could be? Jyothi was more than decently pretty- fair complexion, neatly tied hair, petite figure, long legs, a small bindhi with streak of viputhi. It was a perfect kollywood heroine entry scene.Then came the villain entry scene- her mother.Her mom was the older version of Jyothi except that Jyothi's amiable look was replaced by a stern and hostile look. There was no difficulty in categorizing them under the typical educated middle-class family.
It had not even been 40min since the train started. Her mom opened a plastic box and there it was - the tamarind rice. However hard I try, I couldnt find the reason for the strong connection between tamarind rice and journies in our culture. 2 hours had been passed but I hadnt done anything other than ogling her through the corner of my eyes.( reserved and shy guys would generally be an expert oglers because that is the only thing they had been doing since their puberty age). I had to do something to attract her. Then I took my already-read novel and acted as though I was seriously reading it.(If play-boy look doesnt suit you, try the good-boy look. It might work, especially with middle-class girls.)
To an extent, it did work for me. Some conversation started, though not with the heroine,but with the villain. Her mom asked the usual boring questions like " which college? which department? which year" etc. To any person on this planet,if you say that you are doing your final year engineering, their immediate question would be about your placement. Once she knew that I was placed, Jyothi joined the conversation and started asking about my cgp, project, interviews etc as she was doing her 3rd year engineering.This was the perfect situation to flaunt myself. I responded as though getting placed was not a big deal for me as I was planing to do MS in america.(only god knows the truth)
Since it was a weekday, there wasnt a much of crowd. Hence her mom occupied the entire three-seater and asked Jyothi to sit in the opposite seat,that is, BESIDE ME. How cruel of me to call such a nice lady as a villain? Soon , the nice lady went into a deep slumber.Jyothi and I had conversations on gadgets, movies,friends, exams and on every trivial things.After sometime, she became so flirtatious.( I dont think its that hard to sense, when a girl starts flirting with you because it doesnt happen often). Then we too tried to take a nap. You wont believe if I say that her head slipped to my shoulder during the so-called nap. I dont have any clue on whether it was intentional or unintentional.How should a guy react in these situations? should I take advantage of this or try to act as a good boy. Her mom's snoring made me to choose the latter option.
It was 8.55pm and our station had arrived. We just exchanged a formal " bye, see you" and started taking our own separate paths.But something within me said that it was not just a train-acquaintance and it couldnt end there like that.It was one of the moments where you know that you could strongly believe in your hunch.Just like any happy-ending, when I turned back, she came running towards me.She was panting and asked for my mobile mumber, in the pretext of some clarifications about placements.
I was more than happy to give my number and was expecting some thing romantic from her. She finally said " thanks ANNA. bye". WTF.............
P.S: Hopefully, this would be my last train journey.
by prem
The train to my hometown starts at 1.30pm and reaches around 9pm. So there was no need for berth. Every college student who is new to train journey would think himself as surya and would expect a girl like sameera to sit opposite to him.( only an experienced guy would know that reality is far from expectations). I tried to be practical and prayed for, atleast a girl of my age to sit opposite to me.I eagerly checked the namelist. I realized that god answers reasonable prayers.
Name : Jyothi
Age: 20
But, how about her looks? Simply because a fruit is fresh, we cant enjoy eating it. Taste matters.(dont you think the analogy is a bit rude).I then submitted my next reasonable prayer- Jyothi has to be atleast, decently pretty. After few minutes, came a girl in blue chudidhar and sat opposite to me. Who else it could be? Jyothi was more than decently pretty- fair complexion, neatly tied hair, petite figure, long legs, a small bindhi with streak of viputhi. It was a perfect kollywood heroine entry scene.Then came the villain entry scene- her mother.Her mom was the older version of Jyothi except that Jyothi's amiable look was replaced by a stern and hostile look. There was no difficulty in categorizing them under the typical educated middle-class family.
It had not even been 40min since the train started. Her mom opened a plastic box and there it was - the tamarind rice. However hard I try, I couldnt find the reason for the strong connection between tamarind rice and journies in our culture. 2 hours had been passed but I hadnt done anything other than ogling her through the corner of my eyes.( reserved and shy guys would generally be an expert oglers because that is the only thing they had been doing since their puberty age). I had to do something to attract her. Then I took my already-read novel and acted as though I was seriously reading it.(If play-boy look doesnt suit you, try the good-boy look. It might work, especially with middle-class girls.)
To an extent, it did work for me. Some conversation started, though not with the heroine,but with the villain. Her mom asked the usual boring questions like " which college? which department? which year" etc. To any person on this planet,if you say that you are doing your final year engineering, their immediate question would be about your placement. Once she knew that I was placed, Jyothi joined the conversation and started asking about my cgp, project, interviews etc as she was doing her 3rd year engineering.This was the perfect situation to flaunt myself. I responded as though getting placed was not a big deal for me as I was planing to do MS in america.(only god knows the truth)
Since it was a weekday, there wasnt a much of crowd. Hence her mom occupied the entire three-seater and asked Jyothi to sit in the opposite seat,that is, BESIDE ME. How cruel of me to call such a nice lady as a villain? Soon , the nice lady went into a deep slumber.Jyothi and I had conversations on gadgets, movies,friends, exams and on every trivial things.After sometime, she became so flirtatious.( I dont think its that hard to sense, when a girl starts flirting with you because it doesnt happen often). Then we too tried to take a nap. You wont believe if I say that her head slipped to my shoulder during the so-called nap. I dont have any clue on whether it was intentional or unintentional.How should a guy react in these situations? should I take advantage of this or try to act as a good boy. Her mom's snoring made me to choose the latter option.
It was 8.55pm and our station had arrived. We just exchanged a formal " bye, see you" and started taking our own separate paths.But something within me said that it was not just a train-acquaintance and it couldnt end there like that.It was one of the moments where you know that you could strongly believe in your hunch.Just like any happy-ending, when I turned back, she came running towards me.She was panting and asked for my mobile mumber, in the pretext of some clarifications about placements.
I was more than happy to give my number and was expecting some thing romantic from her. She finally said " thanks ANNA. bye". WTF.............
P.S: Hopefully, this would be my last train journey.
by prem
