A railway surprise that turned sour

Even before I had started packing my ‘clean’ clothes (I had washed them unlike my friends who had at least one thing for their mother), Shashank stormed (surprisingly! without any book in hand) into my room and declared that this time he would be going in Sleeper Class. He asked about mine and I replied with pride, “What else, Rajdhani”.

“Hey, bakwaas , nahi. Last time only you had gone in Sleeper, hadn’t you?”

“Oh, ho! That’s an entirely different issue. OK, tell me why Sleeper in this super-hot whether?”

“I thought for a change of plan. Last time I had gone in Rajdhani. Yaar,koi nahi dikhi. Kharab kismet! But you got one just opposite to your seat. This time I thanked papa for my Sleeper ticket. Go on Rajdhani and see by yourself there are only families and oldies. No girls, man“

“I know but I preferred comfort over being roasted raw for seeing some chicks. Let’s see if I am lucky.”
(Then suddenly Atharav enters carrying a book and sporting his pink shirt which he has been wearing for the last week.)

Bhediye! Pagal kahi ke!! Book lene se pehle puch toh liya hota. Hey! Why you are running. You just come within my reach”

(Shashank started chasing him.)

“Bye,Shashank!”

“You won’t get any girl. I’m sure’, he shouted back.
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Next day, I packed my stuffs and started my journey to my home Mohannagar. Thanks to fantastic location of our college at Mohanpur, I had to leave hostel a good 3 hours early to reach on time. Nothing interesting happened usually during the bus trip and that was a usual day. On reaching station, I said, “Finally!” I quickly located the train and boarded into my bogey. When I entered, I couldn’t believe my eyes.

My goodness! I couldn’t believe my eyes. There were girls all around me. Whole pack of girls was struggling with their luggage. In my compartment only, out of 8 seats, 7 belonged to them. Apparently, they were going on a school trip.It took them some minutes to arrange their ‘extra-large’ luggages. One who had the largest one had to confess to her friends, who were helping her in pushing it below the seat, that she had packed only lucky no.11 tops in addition to usual female paraphernalia. As soon as they were comfortable, one of them recognized that I was sitting there and said,

“Uncle!…”

“Uncle mat kaho, yaar. Bhaiya chalega”

“OK! Bhaiya, if you could exchange your seat with one of the few we had in next bogey, it would be so sweet of you. All our friends could then sit together and chat.”

(I was in no mood to do that but for showing my sweetness, I had to leave that special bogey.)

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