We know what you did when you didn't have a platform ticket - Part 1

A lovely night. Beautiful beyond cliches. It was time to say bye to our dear teacher and friend, Mr. Andy Neck, one of the people because of which our exchange programme rocked.

The train's at 11:30.

We were there at 10:15

Hundreds of people were already there at..... God knows what time.

Anders and I checked the capricious electronic board for the right platform. It showed 4 against Guwahati express, in crimson red. The sign of danger. I should have realised that.

Platform ticket? Bhupati would come and buy it, I thought. Anyways its night time.

The fatal flaw.

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Bhupati, with an appreciable build and the air of a builder (body) was standing with the other guys , guarding the luggage and engaging the peace loving Norwegian students. As soon as we got back- the luggage seemed to have got heavier- we picked up the bags and began climbing the stairs of 'Majestic' railway station, which was obviously in a drastic condition and reminded me of a friend's description of the "18 steps" in Sabarimalai. These steps, really, are not meant for young men above 60 carrying heavy bags.

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It was nice to sit an talk in the train for an hour. Laughter in English and Norwegian echoed in our little compartment. "The Russian", kept blinking like an alien hearing Malayalam on planet Zonga. Suddenly,the train began moving!

And then it stopped.

Perhaps, they were checking the disc brakes.

(Do they have them, anyway?)

We fell on our backs into conversation. Ragu stood there looking into oblivion as if seeing something, which only he could. There wasn't anything there. I checked, twice.

A siren whined, gradually reaching 1-60km in just 2.5 seconds. The Russian stared at me and I stared back. We were in the middle of the crowded carriage. "This is it", we chorused and turned to jump out of the carriage when , to our amazement......!

(Continued in part II)