The Love Express – Part 1

by Aman on March 2, 2011

Yatri Gan Kripaya Dhyan De; Chandigarh se Nayi Dilli jane wali Shatabdi Express kuch hi der mey Platform No Ek se Rawana Hogi; Dhanyavad!”

“Ladies and Gentlemen, May I Have Your Attention Please; Shatabdi Express from Chandigarh to New Delhi will be departing from Platform No 1 shortly; Thank You!”

Listening to the ubiquitous announcement for the umpteenth time, I cursed, yet again. It had been a long week, travelling throughout Punjab for work, even visiting those place which the British might have missed when they conquered India! I was so looking forward to getting back to Delhi for the weekend intending to drown my weariness in buckets of beer and tikka masala.

As the train was about to leave and seeing that the person who was supposed to sit next to me had yet not shown up to stake his claim, I quickly got up and moved into the window seat. Notice how I used the male prefix to denote the person’s seat next to mine. That’s because there was no way in living hell that a female, and that too a single beautiful one, would come and sit next to me. Not that I have the infamous reputation of being a Serial Kisser like Emraan Hashmi or anything (Though I might crack some really bad PJ’s from time to time) but it just doesn’t happen in real life!

I’ve watched hundreds of Hindi movies where the girl and boy meet on a train journey and then go on to reproduce a thousand kids. And so have you; the movie part I mean! So ever since the time I learnt to view girls from another angle (literally), I’ve been waiting for the day when my Dream Girl would come sit next to me and proclaim her love. And she would be really rich, have 3-4 houses, and give me 20-30 crores in dowry so I would never have to work again!

As you can clearly see, work life takes its toll on poor people like us.

SRK Kajol DDLJNor have I ever had the honor of stretching out my hand the way SRK did in DDLJ and having someone like Kajol walk into my life. The hand has been stretched yes but only to grab the horrible and burnt omelette that used to be sold at Nagpur Station. And to date, no “Bhatinda ki Sikhni” has ever sat next to me and spoken words faster than the speed of light like Kareena Kapoor did in Jab We Met!

And yet, somehow there’s always a pretty girl in the train that you see sitting next to someone else. No amount of scanning the reservation charts to search for girly names in your compartment or frantic praying to the Gods, the way we do whenever India is about to snatch defeat from the jaws of victory, will make that girl come and sit next to you. The best part, though is, that somehow we always believe ki “Agli Baar Mera Number Zaroor Aayega!”

So here was I, sitting all by myself in Train Number 12012, Kalka Shatabdi Express, Seat No 34, at 18:25 hrs with the train pulling away from Chandigarh Station, when I heard the sweetest voice in all of Punjab address me and say, “Excuse me! I think you’re in my Seat!” And when I turned and saw that face, it was as if all the autumn leaves used by Aditya Chopra in Mohabbatein, flew across all the way from Gurukul to Chandigarh just to bring that moment alive. And I thought to myself, “Mera Number Aa Gaya!”

To Be Continued…

The Love Express – Part 2

{ 8 comments… read them below or add one }

Malay March 2, 2011 at 5:09 pm

ghanta… tera number kabhi nahi aayega…

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Aman March 4, 2011 at 2:09 pm

Haan Meru wale…tera number muzhse pehle aayega!

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Malay April 25, 2011 at 5:23 pm

saale, yeh Meru wala comment kabhi maara… btw, if i had actually been Meru wala, i wud have surely got more opportunities to hit on girls :D..
and 2nd part was interesting 🙂

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Aman April 26, 2011 at 4:35 am

long back re…Malay ur the one last hope for girls who don’t like flirts! tu bhi aisa karne lagega toh kaise chalega!

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Malay April 27, 2011 at 6:20 pm

hehehe… abhi agar ladki ‘family arrangement’ se nahi mili toh Meru wala experiment hi karna padega…

Purba March 3, 2011 at 2:18 am

I had to indulge in a bit of sleuthing to get to your site. You didn”t leave behind your link on my blog. But….it was worth the effort. You have an easy style and a crackling sense of humor. Will be coming back for more :))

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Aman March 4, 2011 at 2:11 pm

Thanks for the great comment Purba 🙂 …. I actually did it on purpose ’cause u said u were the queen of procrastination….thought u could do with the exercise 😛

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Mohul August 3, 2012 at 7:08 pm

wow.. your story writing skill is really awesome.. this is the second story I am read on your blog.. and I am already your fan dude..

some advice: if you really want to befriend a lady on a train journey, then choose a long journey.. say delhi to bangalore.. and then get a wait listed ticket.. that way, you can scan the whole train (hourly) and choose your man-pasand seat.. and well, get some sympathy as well along the way..

I have so many sweet train journey experiences that this post of your made me nostalgic.. you wont believe, once I had to buy 100 pens and then transform into a sales-man inside the train.. coz I didnt had confirm ticket and cash.. 🙂

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