Rajasthan Trip – A Mother…

…This post is part of the Rajasthan Trip series of posts where I have recorded memories and experiences from the trip…

 

A mother...

The train was on a halt for some time now… It was Bhopal Junction… Around 23:30 hours… Got down… Stretched myself… Roamed around for few minutes… Thought of getting my Mobile phone and BlackBerry batteries charged… Got the chargers out from my bag… Walked on the platform from boogie to boogie to find vacant and working charging point… Found one past the Pantry Car… Started with phone on the free socket while the other was taken by another young male… Just as the train moved a lady arrived with her daughter and sat down in the lobby… One of those beggar women with her child… She took her daughter in her lap, made her comfortable and covered her with her Saree ‘pallu’…

I was standing mum like a statue swaying with the train, and changing positions from one leg to other every few minutes… Guess I was better sleeping… Frustrated standing in the night just to charge idiot phones (sometimes wonder if we own a phone or vice-versa), I started walking back towards my Boogie… 1st boogie to cross was Pantry Car and it was locked!!! There was no option but to wait for the next Station to come so that I could walk back from the platform to the other side… Just felt like hitting myself!!! Dam!!! Walked back… Plug-ed in my BlackBerry this time… Powered it up and checked train schedule… Next Station Bina… Arrival 1:40 am… That was another One and Half hours!!! Uff, well, Ummm… @#$@%#^@#% How silly was that???

Chikki ghya… chikki… … Lonavala chi Chikki…

Chikki (Strawberry flavor)

I was sleeping… or well actually trying to sleep on the top berth of my compartment… It was raining steady outside… And I was shivering inside… Somehow the chaddar was not providing enough warmth… I heard the train leaving Lonavala Station… The irritating noise of on-station hawkers faded, and things were going calm… Could listen only to the helpless slow movements of the train in the Ghats now… And occasionally some in-train sellers… … …

“Chikki ghya… Chikki… … Lonavala chi Chikki…” (Have some Chikki… Chikki… Lonavala’s Chikki…)

[Chikki is a traditional ready-to-eat Indian sweet made usually from groundnuts\sesame seeds\dry fruits\Coconut and jaggery.]

Didn’t sound like a regular seller… I gave a cautions ear…

“Chikki ghya… Chikki… Lonavala chi Chikki…”

Sounded like a old trembling voice… female… pause…

“Chikki ghya… Chikki… Lonavala chi Chikki…”

This time a bit firm voice… Looked like she took a deep breath for this sale call… I turned and then took a peek out from my Chaddar…

We are so so so used to it… … …

Be a MAN. Respect women.

Here are some shareable “search strings” that have given some hits to one of my blog entry recently… Ugly, insane, or whatever… It just reflects something in us!!! Maybe not in us as individuals… But maybe yes its in us as being a part of mankind…

—call girls in goa
—calangute beach call girl
—1000 $ for a night
—call girls calangute
—goa women night
—finding women in calangute
—goa calangute beach girl
—call girls on baga beach,goa
—goa girls ready for a night
—phone numbers of call girls in goa

Here is the target blog entry… “Goa, calangute beach, 9**** *****, 1000 bucks, whole night, above 18!“…

Goa, calangute beach, 9**** *****, 1000 bucks, whole night, above 18!

Be a MAN. Respect women.

While we were roaming around on calangute beach in Goa, a stranger walked towards us and handed a small chit with phone number written on it to my friend… 9**** *****… Confused, I was seeing what was happening… He started… ‘All Night… only 1000!!! whole night… No problem Sir…’

My friend denied the offer right away and tried to hand over the chit back… But the stranger insisted on us keeping the chit and take our time to decide… “Nahi sir, aaram se call karana, no tension… above 18 hai…” (Take your time, no hurry… The girls are above 18… so no tension… Please call at leisure)

I was shocked and taken back!!!!!! Had heard of these things happening, but I guess it was 1st time I was experiencing it… I felt very uncomfortable with the very thought of a young girl ready to sleep with any/all of us…

This reminds me of something that I experienced and felt sometime when I used to travel between Mumbai and Pune by train… I think it was Chennai Express, General Boogie… I managed to get in the still halting train ahead of others and promptly grabbed the window seat… Karjat… Khandala-Lonavala ghat starts… It was dark and quite cold outside… The cool breeze coming in, I got up to answer the natures call…As I walked towards the Toilet, I saw a family occupying the toilet area and the exit passage… Feeling irritated of the way the family was sitting-sleeping I made it to the toilet… Flushed, came out… thought of standing by the exit door for some time to enjoy the cool breeze… Again with some more irritation; this time with some muttering, but taking care that I don’t hit anyone in the way, I made it to the door…

As I was trying to see in the darkness, I heard a grumbling noise behind…