firstly ,travel to mumbai if you have not , if you have leave, the gateway of india,the juhu beach and hanging gardens go visit one of the most widely looked places not only by onlookers and by alot of other people from diffrent walks of life that is the RAILWAY STATION AND TRAVEL IN A LOCAL .This place is one of the most well linked networks in india.21st OF this month i went to meet one of my freinds from pune .The travel was normal till a point we got into the train from hyderbad to MUMBAI(cant say bombay cause of the germans).The train tickets said general and we got into the sleeper.It was a good no hindrance journey till we reached a station called kalyan.In the train we met people who worked for an I.T COMPANY ,they were so fascinated by the random comment we were passing like (chikoo is guava in hindi-ro ro ,30000 runs scored by sachin by running between the wickets-dey and a lot of crap )and the people who we traveled with clicked pictures ( i bet they will remeber us ).Before getting on with this blog the crew
Now back to kalyan i spotted the T.C and told krisanu ,luckily for he being at the first compartment we had enough time to move out and after the t.c had left we moved back in the train ,brilliant i must say i would have got a heart attack or a severe asthma attack (the local students i tell you ).WE reached dadar and it was like i was being pushed without having to use my legs ,only the stairs required walking but otherwise it was like and escalator(i bet you it is an indian who discovered the working of the escalator and definetly man who is familiar with the railway stations.
On the way back i was so dumbstruck and fascinated to see the people climbing or being lifted on to a train.A freind of mine on the way of meeting a freind traveled in first class instead of second class ,she paid a small fine of 300 odd rupees.Back to dadar on the way back ,train at 4 20 still at my friend's place at 4 (drinking chai) and taken a cab which broke down half way .So walked it ,the same hustle bustle of mumbai.Reached the platform and realised the train was delayed by 10 min .During this time i viewed people even drop their chapals to get on to the local(one man lost one of his shoes while getting on to the locaL).Our train finally arrived and we ran to get in and then what was in store for us was standing throughout almost of the journey .The other thing that caught my eye was people playing poker in the train with a wooden cardboard tailor made to be played on,and a book to write the scores .Secondly vendors selling stuff through the rush screaming their lungs out,Paseengers buying everything they see and the ritual of people spitting and another vistor a rat moving through the various shoe sizes of humans .To add a note here i must say guy passengers look for girls to get an eye candy .Our DEY was the chosen one and in rebuttle i stared at the man to get him of staring at her .IT WORKED AND I FELT GOOD DOING SOMETHING WITHOUT BRUT FORCE.
OVER ALL MINDBLOWING TRAVEL ,FELT SO GOOD TO BE BACK AND SLEEP ON MY BED CUDDLED IN MY DUBAI BLANKET AND FEELING LESS OF TROUBLES AND JUST GOING OF TO A SMALL SLUMBER.
I LOVE MUMBAI.