Bhopal is hot....I mean, its hot here..lol...

Well, well....i Didn't expect to put up this post when i left Kerala. Any way, i ve time and my first concern is my friends. So thought to spend some time with you all....

It was my first long journey in my life. I thought it would be an interesting trip, expecting someone to meet like Jagadish uncle so that i can keep talking till reaching Bhopal.
But, it was a special train and there were only 1 person other than me in my compartment.
I kept my luggage on the upper berth  i was allotted and chained the molded brief case to the grill. Sticking on to my dad's advice to take care of my luggage, i shared the berth with my luggage.
I woke up with a cramped arm, and slight neck cramp, and still found that the seats were vacant. It was then i noticed the person on the middle berth. He looked like a North Indian in his appearance, and woke up an hour later me.
After a few minute's hesitation, i started off in Hindi. He introduced himself in Hindi, and was on his way to Delhi for an important meeting for RSS. Hearing my name, he took me for a Hindu and asked whether i was a member of RSS.
I said no, and told my full name. He briefed me about RSS, and it believes in communal harmony. He also said that its prime motive was to protect the country. I told him about the purpose of my journey, and told that our motives were the same, but through different paths.

Food was ok, i somehow managed not to use the train toilet( excluding pissing). I need mot narrate the beauty of such toilets, as it will make some of you puke on your keyboards.
The waste disposal system of trains were introduced ny the British in such a way that it directly falls on the track and disintegrates with passage of time. The tracks were laid through scarcely populated area, but now densely populated residential belts are located along railway lines.
I didn't want to contribute any coliform bacterias to my country men. Lets stop this "shitty talk"..

I was looking through the side window when a male voice greeted me " Happy independence day Bhaiyya " and gave a pat on my head. I looked for the man and found a girl in saree; or was it a boy?.
Oh! shit! The Hijadas. Shemales. Just like a ,monkey jumping to a higher branch, i jumped to my upper berth and sat with my eyes closed. I waited for a few seconds and thought they were gone.
"Bang" i got a slap on my thy and it really hurt me. "Are paise dedona"..And he/she was looking at me like i was denying his basic right. I took my wallet and gave a 10 rupee note before getting seriously injured. I now thanked for the compartment being empty.
Not only his/her sound was masculine, he/she had the strength of a man too. Why can't they go for a casual labour to earn money?.. I thought for a while. They are humans; lazy humans. If they simply get money by extending their hands before people, who will even think to work hard?
It was quite a unique experience. I remembered my brother in law's words "Beware of 9's"..... I heard someone yelling out to go to the general compartment as the collection was less. May be some one else might have got a slap too...hihi..

After Pakala station, i was traveling through scanty areas of Andhra Pradesh. Scanty means really scanty. The terrain was more or less similar to remote areas of Tamil Nadu, but the vegetation and cultivation were different.
It was really hot and i still preferred to sit by the window seat. I was heading towards the border of Andhra, to be specific, the Telangana border. I noticed a rain cloud moving towards my train..Or was it the train moving towards us?
Any way i thought to get wet a bit and still sat there until the sun burnt hands were chilled by the rain water. The train passed Warankal, and i thought more about my friends in Hydrabad. Jithin had been insisting me to get down there on my return journey. He said he met a guy from Bhopal quite unexpectedly, nd said it was an omen for my success.
Many friends wished me good luck, and i express my happiness for making me more confident by your words; irrespective of the results.

On 16th morning 5.00 am, i got up while the train was stopped at Itarsi. I called unni from his sleep (may be he was awake, chatting with his GF), and asked to check the schedule. Next station was Bhopal, 2 hours away. i bid a good bye to Mr. Laxman, my co-passenger, and got down at the next station without even looking at the name of station.
It was not Bhopal, but very near to it. As soon as i stepped out of the station, a man came to me offering rooms. I asked about the charges and he wanted 100 rs. for the ride. Bhopal was just 10 kms away, and i asked about his high price rate. Thanks to my Hindi. I was not treated as alien as a Malayalee.
He took me to few hotels and i took a room for Rs. 800, 20% taxes extra. Whatever. I agreed. The room was very good. The auto driver agreed to collect his amount from the reception later. I was sure that he was looking towards this commission; whatever may it be, i left to the room, thanking the autowala.
My head was swaying in accordance with the shaking of train during the journey. Nervous fatigue thats the biological terminology. After a complimentary breakfas and nap. i went out for a roam..The streets reminded me of Coimbatore but more clean and clear. But murly pools and slushy roads are filled with "Shits".
I found a Mc Donnalds. May be i will go there in the evening. The ladies here are so beautiful. They don't wear a helmet, instead they cover their head with a dupatta, and i can see only their eyes. But they are careful enough to expose their beauty by wearing a sleeveless Churidar.Hmmm....Right now i am seated in an internet cafe, and a lady is sitting next to me in the same outfit.
I could see her face atleast. Its boiling here, and she too, is hot....hmmm.... Chat with you all later...With hopes, dj from Bhopal.