describe a scene in a crowed railway compartment
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Travelling it is said, is a source of education and delight. I hold a different opinion. It is source of education all right but it is no more a delight in the present day India. The population of the country is increasing at a tremendous rate. The impact of this increasing population is most felt when one ventures to travel by a bus or a train. You can often find people sitting on the roof tops of buses as well as of trains. An open violation of the rules, over crowding in buses and trains has become a part of normal life in this country. Travelling is therefore, a nightmare to me.
This is what happened with me last month. My mother is a highly religious minded lady. The Kumbh Fair was to be held at Haridwar. She insisted on attending it. She made it a point of prestige. Since my father was away to Assam, I had to agree to accompany her.
When I reached the platform, the colour of my cheeks faded. The whole platform was crowded with men, women and children all going to Haridwar and all waiting for the same train! I began to perspire at the prospect. How shall I enter ? began to feel giddy. My mother noticed my worry. There was sympathy in her looks.
At last the train arrived. It was packed to capacity. Some passengers were standing on foot-boards. Some were sitting on the roofs to coaches. Fortunately , there was space in ladies compartment so my Mather sat there. Then I made a frantic effort to squeeze myself into some male compartment. I went to the other side of the railways line and got into a compartment through a window.
The compartment was virtually a battlefield. The passengers were quarrelling and pushing. They were abusing one another. There was a great noise. All the doors and the windows were blocked. It was suffocating to sit there. I began to pine for a breath of air. I was badly perspiring. Children were crying. Some old men coughed and spat inside the compartment. They could not even blow their noses outside as there was no room. The smokers made the situation worse.
At last the train started. We got some fresh air. I heaved a sigh of relief. A beggar began to sing loudly. Then he begged for a pice. A hawker sold his goods to the highest bidder.
To make the best of the worst, I started enjoying the situation. All the passengers had by now, settled in their seats. Some of them started playing cards. One of the passengers, dressed in white, kept boring us with his moral sermons. Just then, God knows from where, the ticket examiner appeared on the scene. To our great surprise, the person who had been lecturing on morality and honesty, had no ticket. He was badly exposed and put to shame.
After a few hours, we reached our destination. There was no question of our getting down on the wayside statins.
I hope it will help you....
This is what happened with me last month. My mother is a highly religious minded lady. The Kumbh Fair was to be held at Haridwar. She insisted on attending it. She made it a point of prestige. Since my father was away to Assam, I had to agree to accompany her.
When I reached the platform, the colour of my cheeks faded. The whole platform was crowded with men, women and children all going to Haridwar and all waiting for the same train! I began to perspire at the prospect. How shall I enter ? began to feel giddy. My mother noticed my worry. There was sympathy in her looks.
At last the train arrived. It was packed to capacity. Some passengers were standing on foot-boards. Some were sitting on the roofs to coaches. Fortunately , there was space in ladies compartment so my Mather sat there. Then I made a frantic effort to squeeze myself into some male compartment. I went to the other side of the railways line and got into a compartment through a window.
The compartment was virtually a battlefield. The passengers were quarrelling and pushing. They were abusing one another. There was a great noise. All the doors and the windows were blocked. It was suffocating to sit there. I began to pine for a breath of air. I was badly perspiring. Children were crying. Some old men coughed and spat inside the compartment. They could not even blow their noses outside as there was no room. The smokers made the situation worse.
At last the train started. We got some fresh air. I heaved a sigh of relief. A beggar began to sing loudly. Then he begged for a pice. A hawker sold his goods to the highest bidder.
To make the best of the worst, I started enjoying the situation. All the passengers had by now, settled in their seats. Some of them started playing cards. One of the passengers, dressed in white, kept boring us with his moral sermons. Just then, God knows from where, the ticket examiner appeared on the scene. To our great surprise, the person who had been lecturing on morality and honesty, had no ticket. He was badly exposed and put to shame.
After a few hours, we reached our destination. There was no question of our getting down on the wayside statins.
I hope it will help you....
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Travelling it is said, is a source of education and delight. I hold a different opinion. It is source of education all right but it is no more a delight in the present day India. The population of the country is increasing at a tremendous rate. The impact of this increasing population is most felt when one ventures to travel by a bus or a train. You can often find people sitting on the roof tops of buses as well as of trains. An open violation of the rules, over crowding in buses and trains has become a part of normal life in this country. Travelling is therefore, a nightmare to me. I always try to avoid it...
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