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I deeply miss those days

I deeply miss those days

When I used to travel

Of course, not just by any vehicle

But a vehicle with a thousand wheels

Clattering away on iron rails

Like there is no tomorrow

A vehicle I had fallen for

Hook, line and sinker

Since the age of two

A love that I refuse to let go of

And a love that refuses to let go of me!

 

I deeply miss those days

When we railfans got together

Not simply to eat and drink

Not simply for some chat-chit

But to follow our passion

And shoot videos of trains

Thundering away into the sunset

Like there is no tomorrow

 

I deeply miss those days

When we railfans got together

And did train trips using circuitous routes

Akin to moving from the head to the mouth

Via the entire body!

 

I deeply miss those days

When I used to do solo train trips

On a monthly basis

Sometimes, even twice a month

An ideal way to **** work stress!

 

I deeply miss those days

When I used to write blogs

About every trip of mine

And post them in IRFCA

The largest association of railfans

At least as far as India is concerned

Including many railway officials

With an encyclopedia of information

About the Indian Railways

Whether it be the locomotive classes

Whether it be the train operations

Whether it be the timetables

Or even the food!

 

I deeply miss those days

When I used to lie down

Not on a bed, but a berth

And get lulled into sleep

By the gentle swaying motion

The rhythmic clickety clack

And, occasionally

The melodious chugging

Or the mesmerising humming

Of the roaring diesel

Hauling our train

Accompanied by its horn

Which itself, was music to the ears!

 

I deeply miss those days

When I used to sit on my Side Lower Berth

And watch scenery fly past me

As we traversed the countryside

The villages and the small towns

The cattle, goats and sheep

The farms and paddy fields

The bushes, shrubs and trees

The ponds, lakes and rivers

 

I deeply miss those days

When I used to travel the Konkan route

Through a plethora of bridges and tunnels

Lakes, rivers and mountains

And a plethora of greenery

Accompanied by the fierce chugging

Of the ALCO engine hauling us

Or the rhythmic humming

Of the EMD engine hauling us

Of course, it was a diesel heaven!

 

I deeply miss those days

When I used to travel by "toy trains"

Whether it be the Neral-Matheran train

Or the Kalka-Shimla train

Or the Siliguri-Darjeeling train

It was so romantic

The way we crawled

Right through the heart of the mountains

With a plethora of tunnels

Bridges, viaducts and loops

After all the high speed drama earlier

It was a surreal change

Enjoying the scenery at our own pace

While getting overtaken by joggers

And sometimes, even animals!

 

I deeply miss those days

When I used to get down

As we stopped at a station

One of so many in our journey

And take a walk on the platform

To check out our loco

And sip from a piping hot cup of coffee!

 

I deeply miss those days

When we travelled in single-line sections

And our train came to a halt

At a nondescript wayside station

With a platform on only one side

And total darkness on the other side!

I waited for the signal on that line

To turn green, after a while

And heard, from a great distance

The horn of an approaching train

Followed by the lamps of its engine

As it proceeded to burn the tracks

And raise a great heap of dust

Thus shattering the calm of the night

 

I deeply miss even those days

When I used to go to office daily

Commuting by the famous Mumbai locals

As the train pulled into Vikhroli

I staggered into the First class compartment

Packed to the hilt

With pretentious male executives

Filling the air with testosterone

Such that it was quite a challenge

To even inhale the air properly

It was quite a relief

When Dadar arrived

But then came another challenge

The famous changeover

From Central to Western Railway

Across a sea of commuters

Followed by a brief ride

In another train, to Lower Parel

By the time I reached office

I was drenched in sweat

From head to toe

Not to mention, thoroughly fatigued

What to do?

After all, this is what life is

For the average Mumbaikar

 

I deeply miss those days

When train travel was the norm

Rather than the exception

However, as far as I am concerned

COVID19 may have taken me out of the train

But it certainly can't take the train out of me!

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Written by
Ashwinkumar1989
36 / M / Mumbai
Published
Jun 27, 2021
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My longest poem, on deeply missing trail travel since the pandemic struck.

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#trains#traintravel#indianrailways#missingtrains#missingtravel#missingrailways
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