Archives - Ladies Waiting Room@ NDLS Station

As I had mentioned earlier in my first post, I have been 'writing' since '98 even though I have started making my work public very recently. Now, after successful completion of my first online series, which received a very appreciative and motivating response from him and quite a positive feedback from many other people, I have come up with yet another 'series' idea.

This series by the name of 'Archives' is meant to be a collection of some good articles (by my assessment) I have wriiten in past before I started posting blogs. It is quite likely that some of you might have already read many of such articles (given my demanding nature :P), but I am one credit-hungry girl (as someone had called me in recent past) and therefore, I start this new attempt to attract attention.

PS::

#1. This series is not going to be of a continuous kind, hence its useless to anticipate its end, because I am not sure about that :P

#2. Also, the articles are being posted in totally random order, irrespective of chronography or any other possible method of classification.

So here I start.

Ladies Waiting Room @ NDLS Station

31st October, 2009; 20:00 hrs

Hi, Carrying a railway time table is often handy, particularly when one wishes to analyse one’s train’s route, delay and other travel plans. However, this is one use of an IR TT which neither the IR nor I myself had ever imagined to be making of it. The shine in my eyes and the smile on my face made a good Kodak moment, at the sight of this whole blank, ruled sheet of paper with the heading ‘NOTES’. I have been in quite a thoughtful mood since morning and ever since I boarded a bus from PNP to Delhi, a sudden, intense desire to write something surged within me. The most interesting part was that today was one of those rarest of rare occasions when piece of blank sheet of paper, in my luggage, was limited to a small spiral notebook in my purse. I imagined myself sitting in LWR@NDLS and filling sheets and sheets of it with my thoughts; every individual sentence taking 2-4 sheets to complete, due to my fondness for writing long, really long sentences. Thus my happiness is quite obvious. Vaise, I was just wondering that I have spent half of this precious page in just emphasising about my happiness and the associated justifications. Very soon, I’ll be running out of paper once again. What am I going to do then? I’ll most probably be guided by my first instinct in that case. When I had opened up this TT, I had plans of using the backside of the IR India map for the purpose of unloading my mind. I guess I’ll continue on the map once it’s over……………….

Vaise, I’ve observed, I am pretty good at making bhumikas. (What will this world be, if denied of the beautiful Hinglish we Indians speak and write?) However, (coming back to the original topic), good bhumikas don’t serve much purpose (and earn the title of being chaat) if not supported by equally good body and conclusion. (I have a very genuine comparison in my mind regarding this, a very apt upma, but lets refrain from it; it being a publicly written article in all the possible spaces of an IR TT :) Vaise, all inquisitive readers, are most welcome to ask me personally :) Another, deviation and what if statement --> What will this world be, if devoid of the highly expressive smileys?) Fine, CBOT (stands for Coming Back to Original Topic), I was talking about good bodies for good…………. [cont….. on map :)]

[cont….. from NOTES]

…...starts. Enough of bhumika done, I had been wondering ki what more to write to substantiate this use (or misuse, as some might say) of IR paper. [Hey readers, you might feel I am obsessed with IR; well all I have to say is that Yess you are right.] Moving, further, as I was writing, an aunty approached me and asked ki what I am writing, I really didn’t know how to reply. May be she was well acquainted with the ways of people my age, because immediately after the question she gave me MCQs options: (a) Story (b) Dictation via MP3 (c) Diary….. For me the right option was (d) None of the above. However, my post engineering encounter with MCQs have taught me one thing, that once B.Tech is over, (d) and (e) (all of the above) options are seldom correct. Add to it that the aunty had spoken with a very motherly smile and I was in a good mood since eve, I chose (c) which she accepted readily. We had a little chit chat and the she left for Bhusaval. Now, once she left I remembered a similar encounter I had at LWR@NDLS few months back. In that particular trip, I was thankfully carrying a badda wala note book with lots of blank sheets. I had lots of time and India had a cricket match. Outcome was that all my friends and most importantly Aks was busy and I was free. Even the LWR was comparatively crowded that day. I started writing a letter to Aks. Another aunty, sorry another girl (married and 3-4 years elder to me) was sitting one seat away from me, and to my utter dismay and horror, was busy peeping in my letter. Just imagine my plight, but it didn’t really affect me much due to my years of training in hiding my exam copy from my neighbour with the help of a pencil box, hanky, exam paper and what not. So, ultimately I was able to dodge her well (so much so, that I even mentioned her act to Aks in that letter :)

Vaise being different attracts attention for sure. Right now, there are some 9-10 ladies (and a few kids) in the waiting room, and I am enjoying the experience of having 4-5 pairs of eyes dedicated to me totally. (Actually out of the balance uninterested people, 3-4 are quite detached from everything surrounding them and 1-2 have declared me to be psycho and are ignoring me in full swing.)

There was one particular baby-kid in this waiting room, until a short while ago, whom I really wanted to mention in this unique entry. (Calling this prose an entry means, even I have accepted it to be a diary. However, before I mention the baby-kid, oh, I just remembered the correct word, toddler; so before I mention the toddler (who came back just now), I want to write about a particular grandma sitting just a seat from me. Actually the poor lady is really old and all an also happens to be suffering from pyriah. Actually she suddenly caught my attention by her sheer presence and distracted me from the baby. Okies, coming back to the toddler; he is small, cute, pretty and shaitan as all toddlers are, when the observer is in a good mood. On any different day, I might have called him small, noisy, hyper-active and ‘Dennis the menace’ types. However, one thing about this baby, I shall always praise and that is his shoes. They have little red lights, just above the sole, which twinkle as he walks…… I have a great affection towards these two particular varieties of shoes; (1) which tweet and queak when one walks (2) which display disco lights when one walks. I really want to have one such pair for myself, have actually asked Aks to get me one such pair :)

Moving further on, its 21:00 hrs now, I have been writing continuously since last one hour except for the brief chit chat with the Bhusaval aunty. And the hard fact at this moment is that I am nearing end of half map right now, also nearing the time of my train. After all, although I enjoy sitting in LWR@NDLS a lot and can spend hours at stretch out here, feeling pretty much at home, still my main motive for coming here is to get on board LKO mail, at least for today……………..

So lets start winding up. By the way, I am quite confused as to when did I end the bhumika and start the body, or to be even more precise, if I at all wrote a body; good or bad shall depend on you my dear reader and more than you, it will depend on your mood :) Chalo, signing off for now, with a sweet smile and a big sign.

Take care, have a good life.

KINSHUK DAS 31.10.2009, 21:10 p.m.