Wandering With Words

Random musings of a reckless soul.


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Train travel 

This is the magic they call technology that sitting here in a bus while reminiscing about my very first train journey, I am writing this post. I had travelled by train for the first time almost a decade ago. Well not really, because I have been on a train even before that but I was so young that those memories are fuzzy.

But I remembered a few moments ago that I had written something about that decade ago journey and now I have successfully retrieved that file. So here goes…

“Train travels are fun, fun, fun; when made under the sun. If that not be the case and one has to travel thirteen hours, majority of which are hours of darkness, then it is an absolutely different experience . 

Pity I never knew this before the train started moving. When I say it is a different experience, I do not mean that it’s a bad one. Let’s just say a writer would enjoy the day journey and a poet would love the night.

Since this was the first time I was inside a train, I was too excited to retch over the malodour from the ‘latrine’ or the dirty curtains or the paan stains in the corners. My lips were zipped and my head would have done a 360 if it was possible. Thrilled to the core, I looked around at everyone, making mental notes of their actions, looks and strange (in some cases disgusting) behaviours. Some of these people smiled back at me while others glared, muttered something and looked away. Half an hour later the excitement started waning and it was completely smothered when a child in the neighbouring berth started crying so shrilly it hurt my ears. I would have understood if he would have been anywhere up to five years old but he must have been around twelve and I had to stifle the urge to ask him to shut up.

All this reminded me of a friend who would never endure such things and the thought of her face in the exact situation made me smile. Power of friendship!

At about 10.30 p.m. people began climbing their berths and started switching off the lights. I have never been able to sleep before one a.m. so I took aid of a dim light to read the book I had brought along. Around midnight, I turned for a ‘good-night’s-sleep’. But, alas!

I have no problem climbing up to my berth but then I notice the six feet difference between me and the floor. Already resentful at having to give up the window, I look down and my stomach starts rumbling as the phobia creeps in.

Somehow I lie down, shut my eyes and try sleeping. But the constant joggling hampers any kind of sleep. So with some hope and much understanding of the fact that I still have ten good dead hours of the night to pass, I stuff the earplugs into my ears. After what seemed like eternity I checked my watch just to be shocked that only an hour and a little more had passed.

Cussing under my breath, I blame my frigging self for insisting on this many wheeled transport. In my defence, train travels had always been described so amazingly in books! Finding no respite, I leapt down and sat by my slumbering mumma’s head and watched out of the window. The view was superb.

Nope…actually there wasn’t much of a ‘view’. 😦 Just darkness and what I thought were trees. I move and with me moves everything.

For no particular reason I peep at the sky and hold my breath at the beauty of it. Has it always been like this?

The moon was its yellowish colour (which I prefer to its usual white shade). The stars twinkled as if smiling and the clouds all had a mystical touch to them. For some reason, I was comforted by this sight and felt immensely peaceful.

Astra Castra, Numen Lumen.

I spent a long time watching the sky and thinking of nothing in particular.

Then the train started to slow down at Guntakal station. Brightness filled the train.

Here I was in for a shock. It was four a.m. and people were sprawled asleep on the floor. Some of these were in rags, obviously beggars but some of them were passengers.

When the train started moving again I rested my head on the window sill and let the wind slap my face.

I changed my position when I could no longer feel the right side of my face. As I did, I noticed my neighbour who was a young woman who had been incessantly fidgeting. She sat up, jumped down and shook awake her companion who was a young man. The husband/boyfriend woke up, befuddled. When he was fully awake, she made him sit up, sat herself beside and snuggled up to him, closed her eyes and fell asleep. A faint smile played around her lips that said ‘I am comfortable now!’

I thought of a thousand things then. Being able to hold your loved ones whenever you want, is a lucky luxury.

Tired, I then flaked out. I remember waking up with a crick at seven thirty. ‘Damn! I missed the sunrise!’

My head was soon filled with croaky shouts of ‘idly-wada’ and  ‘chai garam’ and a lot of common buzzing.

Chai garam was nothing like chai. I missed my green tea.

But the morning sun and the green fields that met my eyes made up for everything. The kid who was crying the previous night seemed very happy stuffing idly into his mouth. The couple was gone and in their place were a group of young men who I guessed by the uniform were students.

Fresh air, a few songs and many photos later we reached Bangalore. Not exactly a dream journey but at least a memorable one. I am not sure if I would consider travelling by train again. The one-hour plane back home was pretty comfortable.”

P.S  I have travelled by many trains many times after that but that journey and that couple will always have a special place in my heart. 



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Note of nature

“Nature” is what we see—
The Hill—the Afternoon—
Squirrel—Eclipse—the Bumble bee—
Nay—Nature is Heaven—
Nature is what we hear—
The Bobolink—the Sea—
Thunder—the Cricket—
Nay—Nature is Harmony—
Nature is what we know—
Yet have no art to say—
So impotent Our Wisdom is
To her Simplicity.


~Emily Dickinson


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Happy Women’s Day!

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“Beti” means daughter in Hindi. My uncle and aunt got this beautiful cake for us a few weeks ago.

Letting the daughters of the family feel special and loved without any occasion is such a beautiful idea. 

I believe we do not need a particular day to make our loved ones feel special… but still, a very happy women’s day to all the women out there! 

#betisareindeedbeautiful


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Crazypaws!

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The sun rose and knocked,
We left for a morning walk
I saw a squirrel on a tree,
Swear it stopped and smiled at me.

The songs of birds at first light,
The freshness of the day,
The shadows of the early sunrise,
And the clean, crisp air

There is so much to see
The flowers, the birds, the honeybee
The grass under my feet
All of those await me.

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But I stay and gaze
At the scurrying squirrel
And his faithful friends
Observing their eccentric ways

One makes a funny noise,
I laugh aloud, it runs away
They go round n round
Scuttle to and fro
Aimlessly digging holes in the ground
When everything else fails,
They chase their very own tails!

That is what they do,
Just like me and you
They save for winter
But never forgets how,
To live for the moment,
To enjoy the now
And that’s how squirrels are clever,
Than humans can be ever!


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Read!

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Oh, books, what books they used to know,
Those children living long ago!
So please, oh please, we beg, we pray,
Go throw your TV set away,
And in its place you can install
A lovely bookshelf on the wall”

-Roald Dahl

Read the full poem http:// m.poemhunter.com/poem/television/


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P̶̷̲̅ᴜ̶̷̲̅s̶̷̲̅ʜ̶̷̲̅ᴏ̶̷̲̅ᴠ̶̷̲̅ᴇ̶̷̲̅ʀ̶̷̲̅

Majority of us like to be liked. It feels great to be a nice person and to do our best to help other people out where we can.  But is it possible to care too much? To care so much about other people that they walk all over us?

While I am very much in favor of ‘To be happy, make others happy’, sometimes, it has to be the other way round.

It’s one thing to make others happy by making little sacrifices. That’s perfectly fine. But to make someone the centre of your life and push away everything else that mattered to you is perfectly NoT fine. Why? Because it will eventually make you unhappy. Because you will eventually lose the point of life. And the person you did it for, will not even appreciate it. And when they fail to appreciate your efforts, they take you for granted.

So, how do you manage empathy and selfishness? Because no matter what one would like to believe, selfishness is a virtue. Well, sometimes. Loving someone with all your heart is great, but being submissive all the time isn’t. Don’t be their doormat. Let them love you too.

Here’s something I have learnt over the years.

  • Grow a back bone.
  • Grow a back bone
  • Grow a back bone (Because “growing” a backbone takes time, courage and effort and a LOT of self control.
  • Get back to your hobbies and the things you stopped doing.
  • Make friends.
  • Do something meaningful.
  • Smile more frequently.
  • Get a life. Rebuild it.

Do it Don Draper’s way  –  “I have a life and it goes only in one direction. Forward”


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The smile of dawn!

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There was a time when I never used to let the sun catch me asleep.

The morning sunshine, the koel’s song or even the rooster’s crowing had a calming effect.

Just let the sun’s first rays adorn your face and brighten your day!

Then I grew out of the habit. Because, life.

After many months, I felt the magic of sunrise again.

The beauty of nature, the tranquility of mornings, is inexpressibly blissful.


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Love yourself.

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Loving yourself is about enjoying your life, trusting your own feelings, taking chances, losing and finding happiness, cherishing the memories, and learning from the past.

Sometimes you have to stop worrying, wondering, and doubting. Have faith that things will work out, maybe not exactly how you planned, but just how it’s meant to be.


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Healed.

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You are the books you read,

The people you meet.

The dreams you make,

The words you speak.

And  you are, what you take from these.

Let the colors fill your mind

Carry your own sunshine

Live the truth,

Express your love,

Do more, need less,

Laugh a lot and be blessed.

See the wonder of it all,

Marvel at the sight,

Share the happiness,

Celebrate the life.

Dream big, but never be,

In too much hurry,

To stop and smell… to feel… to touch or to see.

So celebrate what has been given,

The tiny bit of heaven!

#HappyBirthdayToMe!