ah..incredible.!

For some boring life without any action,this was a relief...or was it ? well u could say both since 137 hours of back breaking train journey in the span of 10 days, well i guess u got it! There were three journeys,now u might just start wondering i were going on a pilgrimage owing to home pressure or something like that , based on my pervy blogs.Well thats not fully true.Before i can join my job im pretty much forced (read choiceless) to go and collect my certificates.I needed em to get my passport also,so it was kinda inevitable.So provisional collecting day train journey arrived on june 17.I was kinda happy because i was going to my college, and was really hoping to see some of my friends there.

The journey there forth

Got on the train said bye bye to dad,went to the cabin where two of ma greatest pain in the asses aka friends sat.The larger pain in the ass aka jagadish had visibly undergone some major changes in the lumbar area from where a semi circular like bulge had formed and his face was something that resembled that of a saint who fell in love.He was more peaceful than before.I dint know why.On asking him and on further prodding the other friend of mine,aka vivek,i found that he had been attending art of living classes.My first reaction was roflmao but then i decided,why spoil such devoted kids , and hence decided to keep quiet.Art of living was swept past and we arrived at the main topic for the next two days in the train ......The great euro 2008.With my limited knowledge about football and about 8 hrs of euro 2008 in my mind ,i managed to do pretty well with the banter..Mumbling mallu style.!
The first day was really boring,the only entertaining part for me being coffee at chennai.I always love having the freshly brewed coffee and on this day i had about 3 in a trot...
(Jagadish dint take coffee..apparently someone at the aol (art of living ...we eventually changed it to art of loving )centre had told him not to.=)

Day 2 : BUmmeR

Everything was going great.The train was travelling in the right direction,the bogies were doing alright interms of suspension ignoring the heavy ping pong like suspensions and the water supply was doing alright,again ignoring the leaky wash basins..The scene looked set for a disaster to happen.It was that perfect.Well it didnt.Just letting u know.

We woke up at 6.30 the next day and i was ready to leap out for my tea at rourkela,yaay i loved that place ,not because it hosted the bestest of tea makers or the greatest coffee brewers in the country ,simply because it makes you feel a lot closer to college and a lot farther from the filthy train....So as i was sayin...Rourkelaa....rourkelaa..I wish it had come then...The train had stopped alright,and that too in a station...One bihari babu was moaning about how long this train had been parked there.My super intelligent brain figured out that it couldnt be rourkela then..especially since it was only 6.30 and most people in rourkela would be up and about at 6.30 selling real hot chai.But the bihari babu helped confirming the fact though...
So based on my assumptions and conclusions i asked my friend , who was already awake...
Me : "da vivek which station ?? "
Vivek:"Some stupid station man...the train is late apparently"
Me:"Hmm ..okay call me wen we reach rourkela" ..zzzzs
If i were to wait for vivek at rourkela i would have been bleeding to death because of the acid burn in my stomach.The great 3352 (the train ie) left the station only to crawl another 3 kms or so to stop at another station for another 5 hrs.
Wat we did in these 5 hrs ?
Well...

Jags woke up and went to sleep again

I woke up brushed and sat on the window seat (wat is it really called ?? )...started thinking about when the train would leave,and realised that it might take a real long time since people got down from the train and started playing cards on the platform.

Meanwhile,a goods train was trying to cross our train from the other side of our train.You might already be wondering as to why i m using words like 'trying to' ,especially with something as capable as a goods train aka maal gadi ( When i heard this usage first, all i could think about for the next 5 minutes or so was the maal gadi.. ).Now ,the reason im using such words is simply because the maal gaadi dint put up a fight when all our dear friends from bihar started practising bullfighting on it by waving off their red pyjamas kurtas dhotis etc....It simply stopped and reversed its way into a more dressed up territory.The guys seemed to be really happy with the act and decided to add some dessert to the meal by wrecking the station masters office.The man realised that his survival depended solely on making these guys aka the train these guys came in , disappear and hence arranged for its departure.Meanwhile the broken piece of a station master was doing his job,one great youngster came into our coach and started telling his mom what had happened.His mom gave him a look as if he had just saved the entire train from a nuclear explosion and started telling others how efficient this system of justice was against conspiring station masters whose aim was only blocking off trains to neigbbourhood states...
She simply loved her son kicking some railway ass....
Its the way our jharkhandis do it!

Well nevertheless the train apparently left the station early because of this great act,and hence we reached jarsiguda and the eventually,rourkela.Rourkela brought with its water supply pipes,an ocean of people who had delayed trains.The dhandbad alleppy was reduced to a passenger train (all trains have passengers dont they .. ! ), and there was hardly room for anyone.We finally had to give up the last thing in the train that was keeping us seated in peace.our seats.
And so we travelled to ranchi,all crammed up,no way to the wash basin and u know wat all and else and so on....Ranchi was a relief after 8 extra hours of travel and we declared the 60 hr journey as a world record.We needed a break now....this wasnt just it..