Question

The waiting room at a railway station presents a wonderful oppurtunity to observe human behaviour .Describe an experience when u were early for a train and had to spend time in waiting room with different kinds of people.

Answer 1

it is a wonderful experience in spending time in the waiting room of a railway station.i once had such an experience which i would like to share with you all.i was too early for my train and it was terrifying to keep standing in the station with too much of crowd here and there,there was a lot of hustle and bustle and so it made me too irritated.there were people boarding from the train and their families to welcome them.it was my first train journey and so i was not at all familiar with all that which was happening.i was suggest to sit in a so called waiting room for some time when i had asked a worker.i was silly standing there for so long.it was around 10:15 when i entered the waiting room.i felt odd 
sitting there alone but after some time there were families and families coming and sitting.i felt better as i was being accompanied by someone or the other.it was weird to listen to people's personal talks and stare at what they do but i could not stop from doing that.it was around 15 minutes that i was sitting there,i felt hungr and asked one woman,"where could i find a food shop?".she was a old lady and said ,"instead you can have my snacks.". she offered me a cup of coffee in a thermos and some chps.i thanked her and felt good. we had a warm conversation and eventually became good friends.there were now too many people in the small room.there was a family and through their dressing sense i felt they were from rajasthan.the lady was wearing a ghagra ans some silver jewels.they had two kids 
wearing big turbans.there was another South Indian family who looked well educated through their behavior.we all were strangers to each other and were staring each.i  was feeling odd when a woman was staring me since long time and asked me which place am i going to.i simply said goa.she was too suspicious and went on asking me a dozen of questions and i was simply answering her.while talking time went on i she came to sit near me. was feeling scared and so i said her i  am late for my train.would like to meet you again and ran towards the door.she gave me a cunning look.i saw my train coming from far and ran towards the the railway tracks.as the train arrived i was very excited and nervous too.it was a good experience in the waiting room and i would never forget it.it is a great opportunity to know people and their different behaviors and i would next time be more careful and not open my mouth to such suspicous people and tell them my information.though  terrific but a great experience.i have now learned how to behave with stangers and their questions and even to handle the railay station.

Answer 2

Explanation:

March 24th 2008, evening. 

It has been an evening of interesting and surprising experience. 

I was sitting in a waiting room of Bangalore City Railway Station. I was going home for Saraswati Puja and Vijaya Dashmi. The Chennai Mail starts only at 22 : 45 and it was just 21 : 00 hours. So I had a couple of hours to kill. I had to come early as my uncle left for Delhi by Rajdhani which left at 20 : 30. I intended to spend an hour at the internet centre there but the centre guy told that he would shut at 21 : 00 but take the full fare for an hour’s browsing from me even though only half an hour was left. So I decided to try out the waiting room. I had seen the waiting room from outside whenever I came to catch my train to Chennai which invariably starts from platform 1. It looked OK so I decided to give it a try.  The waiting room was large with sufficient number of chairs all in good condition. The room was reasonably clean and well ventilated. It did not stink as I had expected. I looked out for a chair under a fan and luckily found one. I settled down, took out my recently bought ipod shuffle and started listening to my assortment of music from Ravi Shanker to Farida Khanum.  I looked around and realized how true it is that a railway station or train travel provides you a microcosm of India that very few other places can provide you with. I saw a Rajasthani lady feeding her child in her lap and smoking a beedi. A tamil mama and mami involved in discussion (I bet it was about some action of a neighbour or a relative. Some young adolescents (must be on a college trip) were busy cracking jokes at each other. Some guys were lying and sleeping on the floor oblivious to the noise and activity around them. At a distant I saw a well dressed man arguing with a porter for not able to handle his suitcase properly. As a result the suitcase was dropped down from his head breaking into two. At the same time a policeman came and settled their matter. The poor porter was apologizing again and again. Some workers who were taking break in a comer, too looked at them with keen interest. Just then an announcement was made that the Chennai Mail was to arrive on platform No. 8 due to some reasons. I got impatient as I was waiting on platform 1. Hurriedly and worriedly I fixed a porter to carry my luggage as it was too much. After the regular haggling we reached the consensus and he efficiently did his job to take the luggage right till inside of the train. When I paid him the amount he said to me in English, “Thank you madam …. have a nice journey” and darted away to catch his next customer.  I was left behind surprised at my amazing experience.