The Train and I


My relationship with the train had an unusual start, probably not so unusual for several thousands of students who went to schools like mine. It started right from my kindergarten days: I, along with others in my rickshaw had to cross a railway track to get to school. We would have to get down and push the vehicle over those ‘massive’ tracks. If there weren’t many of us, the rickshaw guy would just leave us before the track and we’ll have to walk the remaining distance (about 200 meters). I don’t know if it’s the annoying walk in the sun or the general feeling that trains can crush almost anything: we would place stones on the track for feet together, when we return, every evening. Just to see them get pulverized (with some hopes to derail the train, perhaps. Who knows?). We would curse the ‘oldies’ who come chasing us to remove the stones, moments before the train passes by. They were sometimes exciting sometimes nervous moments. When we found a crushed dead body beside the tracks one morning, ‘scary’ got added to the list.

I’ve lost so many 10 paise coins in the tracks, trying to ‘magnetize’ them. I wasn’t the worst, though. I know some 8th and 9th grade kids who would regularly flatten 1 rupee coins. I wonder what they learnt in their physics classes.

A train had all these strange meanings, and just that, for several years till I finally got on a train in my 5th grade. It was a long journey - Dindigul to Kakinada. Madras was exotic, Egmore sounded alien. Pallavan buses were, well, red.

A lot of things were new: short, non-stop ads in Sears-Elcot televisions in Central screaming "pon vandu pon vandu, potu paarunga"; shining blue Bisleri bottles that made me ask “thannikku kaasu tharanuma?”; my ‘never seen before’ gluttonous side; vomiting on a fellow passenger’s lap not being able to bear with his cigar smoke; testing my ‘learned from TV’ Hindi to attend nature’s call – “bhai saab mujhe urgent se aaraha hein;” bribing Godavari with a 25 paise coin to get the train across and a lot more.

My first train journey overwhelmed me with all kinds of emotions – joy, anxiety, unease, jealousy, confusion and even ruefulness. It took quite sometime for me to absorb these things and consciously experience what the stereotypical Indian train journey is known for – “meeting with interesting people from all walks of the society.”

By the time I moved to Bangalore I must have traveled in trains for over a hundred times. Marriages, college tours and what have you. There were very few 'stunts' that I hadn't pulled; there were few postures that I hadn't assumed - intentionally and unintentionally. But Madras – Bangalore was always special. It was the first time I started doing everything. I earned, I stood in the queue, I paid, I got to the station – all by myself. The experiences that I've had then, during the journeys, are some of the best, ever. I think I'd rather save them for a podcast.

Train journeys in 'Second Class Sleeper' reflect a very reasonable image about Indian life. Nothing is too bad, but you do to get to see the worst of it occasionally. People, facilities, everything would have a fair mix of what India has to offer. That's what makes 'The Great Indian Railways' such an excellent documentary.

I first saw it in 1998. It had been just a year after India's 50th independence anniversary. Some of the short films from the Bharat Bala's series the previous year, were still aired in DD. The pseudo-patriotism injected in our veins over a period of several months was still alive. So the documentary wasn't all that enchanting. I even felt outraged at times. I thought they were deliberately hiding the 'good stuff' to dampen our spirits (damn whites, I thought). I continued to hold the same impression for a long time.

Even though I would run into the documentary once in a month or so, later, I chose to sit through the whole thing again only in 2004 – six years after the first time I had seen it. This time I was in Bangalore. I was older, and as I had mentioned earlier, I had gained more experiences to compare and contrast (and of course, the jingoism had faded away quite considerably). The documentary, now, seemed extremely sincere, emotionally profound and unimaginably comprehensive. I thought then, and still do, that it was probably the best documentary to portray India as it is.

I was so excited to find it in 'desitorrents'. The short segment below is my favourite. The crowd rushing into the train is so typical of what I've been part of several times. It's the quintessential “kerchief culture” at work. Of course, the babu English, the “cribbing” women, the cold sense of humour, the retired "bank manager" arguing with taxi drivers – it's all very fascinating and real.

Of everything an Indian can miss, the train is what I miss the most.




13 comments:

Priya said...

Hey Suresh,

This is the first time I understood what you were writing the first time I read it! Haha:) I can relate to you very well, if all the words 'train' were replaced with 'buses'. I have travelled from Salem to Bangalore and back only in buses at that time. My parents will buy only two tickets for themselves. And I will sit on their laps and travel. Sometimes, I sleep on them, my head on one seat and my legs on the other. You can guess how small I was. Quite a young age of 3 to 6 maybe.

Those are the times when I got exposed to 80's songs. I loved the songs, especially for their wonderful tunes (like poavoma oorgolam, mannil intha kathal antri, etc.) I still remember those moments of travelling.

However, only recently we started to travel in trains from Madras to Salem, whenever we come to India. I have never experienced adventures like yours. But atleast I can live through you. This documentary depicts India very beautifully. Thanks for uploading it here. I like it:)

Priya:P

I said...

Train journeys in India are uncomfortable, stressful and filthy, if you don't travel by first class/A.C. It's the first thing Indian diaspora should stop romanticizing.

Suresh said...

Your comment says it all: those who can afford "first class/A.C" or the 'rich life' in general, get to see an India that is completely different from those in the 'Unreserved' compartments.

People will stop romanticizing (I'm actually not) when people stop complaining.

I said...

where in canada are u?

kamal anjelo said...

your's this post about the railway,evoked my travelling memories in the train.travel by a train in india is quite an adventure,in itself...

Durga said...

I liked this post a lot. Especially becoz despite all the gross aspects (the urine, betel spittle, loud, unapologetic farting, dirty toilets etc etc) of the Indian Railway, I loved it for so many other reasons. I loved sitting on the platform and watching people from all walks of life doing almost everything in public view and feeling a sense of love, belonging and all kinds of teary, love of humanity kinda crazy "i want to hug that old woman spitting beetle all over the place” feelings.
Michael and I did quite a bit of traveling on trains in Sri Lanka and India. Though we were in the so called "first class" compartments on overnight trips, we enjoyed the breeze through the open windows of other compartments on shorter trips .
I thought back to my earliest memory of traveling on the train, and sadly I couldn't remember any trip in India but I do remember being 6 years old inside the toilet cubicle on a moving train at night, trying to figure out how I was going to safely wee into the squat toilet without wetting myself. LOL.
Yes, some things u never forget.

Watching that documentary makes me want to buy a ticket to India and take a looooooooong train ride through far distant villages across India right NOW! But that'll have to wait... I think I'm going to take a shower with Hamam soap instead. That's a nicer scent to remember India by than what I've experienced on the railways.

Durga said...

Re:i
Even the "first class/AC" compartments are "uncomfortable, stressful and filthy" but since I don't do these trips everyday, I have no intention of turning into 'Anniyan' about the conditions.

But, I do think that there a lot of room for improvement, A LOT. That'll happen when every Indian household has access to clean water, a toilet, other basic needs and the initiative to respect public property...ohhh and those things will happen sooner (million years...who knows? I'm optimistic) than the politicians resolving to stop squandering public funds for personal profit (that's 2 million years from now rite?).
On their defense, they are still "getting used to democracy".
yeh. right.
LOL

Suresh said...

@ I - London

@ Kamal - Thanks

@ Durga - Sure, there is a lot room for improvement from the management's side. But as you point out, the people have to lot to do with the way things are.
That aside, a primp maintenance would easily double (or triple) the fares. In Canada, they charge $30 for 180 Kms (that, after 50% student discount). So, if I have to put it crudely "you get what you pay for."

Having said, I want to stress again, that there is a lot of room for improvement within the existing budget. We are just lazy and complacent, I suppose - what one the guys considers "unique" about Bombay.

I said...

oho..

Me in Toronto.

Anu said...

Train travel reminds me of 4 years of college. Madras Central to Avadi.. Suburban train. Much fun was had.

@I, as much as manja color college buses are comfortable and convenient, trains are definitely much much more fun. Not everything is about convenience now, is it?

Suresh said...

@ I - I knew already.

@ Anu - Yeah commuter trains are a different experience altogether. The braking and the acceleration is quite different, still the overall movement (that so differentiates it from bus journeys) is pretty much the same - fun.

I said...

how?

Suresh said...

Some anonymous person told me during the "flash movie" episode.

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