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!
My longest poem, on deeply missing trail travel since the pandemic struck.