The rising heat and humidity from the warm,
moist bodies of some 100 men rubbing against each exposed body part of yours
and in a closed train compartment are a lovely enough combination to suffocate
you to a nauseatic death. Although the taller men escape it, the little goblins
always suffer. A middle-aged uncle beside me was having a great difficulty in
breathing but he was kind of adapted to it. He just started playing with the
hook of the door. I hypothesize that PEN FIGHTING must have been invented in a
similar way when someone started playing with his pen to kill time. The human brain
needs something to keep itself busy with, especially when the body is suffering
and you can do nothing about it. It made me feel like sitting in my electronics
exam waiting for someone to pass me a written or an oral answer.
The train was moving slower than my bicycle.
We were just waiting for Karjat (a railway station) to come so that we could
breathe a little. My friend, who also happens to be a little goblin was
suffering a lot and as a pimple to his ulcer, the man with the kid stood up. It
was too inconvenient for everyone nearby. My friend spoke politely, “Please
move your one hand aside” and he snapped back, “If you have any problem, come
in the reservation next time”. This was an “Ouch!” moment for me. It is not
fair because we were kind to him all over the journey and now he is behaving
like a king. Well, he forgot that there is always a tit of tat.
I was
travelling with a bag and it was lying over my foot and then I wonder how it
suddenly started causing him the problem.
He said
“Keep this bag somewhere else”.
I replied
“Uncle, there is no place in the train”.
He after
looking around a bit “Put this over the gate”.
I replied “I
am having a laptop in it. It is very risky to keep it unattended.”
He growled,
“I don’t know. It troubles me here so you just keep it anywhere”.
This was
the best loophole he could have created.
Dear Uncle,
if you have any problem, come in reservation next time. I can’t help you.”
Some of you
might find me impolite and not agree with what I said but tell me, don’t you
feel that rush of fresh blood in your arteries when you just defeat someone in
a debate? Don’t you feel the happiness when you shut the next person down with
the momentum of his own words? Well, I felt the same happiness. I felt like I
had won the battle of the day.
It is all for today. Very soon we will be back with a word strike on IIIT Pune.
Have a nice day.
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