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Tuesday, 19 August 2008

The Train to Destiny

The train halted for fifteen minutes at the Boldora Station. I had come to Boldora on a business assignment. It brought back old memories of my life as a student of this city- active, rebellious, passionate and sensitive. I had friends. That was because, I was lazy on days when the moon turned violet. Now, I work for a diaper marketing multinational at Xerides. During the recruitment they said they required a macho, aggressive and ‘dry’ person. They chose me.
I was disappointed that the Company was stingy enough not to buy me an air ticket back to Xerides. The arrival of the fluorescent pink train was confirmed by the remotely familiar hooting noise from the engine. Trains are fun- I consoled myself, remembering the days when I used to yearn for those vacations that took me to the land of Mullagai Bajjis. Moreover, the journey was going to be comfortable. Considering the fact that I only carried an orange briefcase and I had been booked in an A/C 3-Tier Compartment.
I entered the psychedelic furnishings of the compartment. It wasn’t difficult to find my seat number. However, there was a problem. An obsessively curly haired woman had seated herself comfortably in what was rightfully my place.
“Excuse me?”, I asked, firmly, “Think there is a mistake. You are sitting in MY seat.”
The obsessively curly haired lady looked up.
“Oh my goodness!”, she gasped.
“Typhoid!”, I screamed.
Typhoid Bacteria, the girl from Vlesod. The lady who was the doughnut of everyone’s nose. Her pink curls were the curliest curls that anybody could have seen. They made the creepers feel creeped out. The telephone wires cut themselves in shame. This caused a huge crisis during my college days. The Telecom Minister was sacked.
“Moroner! How have you been? You seem to have disappeared from the face of this Galaxy!”, she said.
Her maroon eyes always mesmerised me. I was always fascinated by the fact that my name and the colour of her eyes sounded similiar.
“I .. I am fine! I work for a Diaper Marketing Company. What about you?”, I stuttered.
“I landed myself in a job at the Telecom Ministry! I am attending a conference on wireless systems at Fernises.”, she exclaimed, holding my hand. That was when I noticed the sapphire wedding ring decorating her hand.
“Fernises?”, I asked blankly. The sight of the ring filled me with emptiness.
The Ticket Collector came by, which was when I realised that my seating problem had not been sorted yet. I approached him.
He simply said, “Saar! You have boarded the wrong train.”

18 comments:

Kaushik said...

Nice.
I liked it very much.
Trippy shit.

Kaushik

pushkarini said...

cute post [:)]...btw make ur comments open id na....

Felicity said...

I liked this post. :)
The names especially are very funny and quirky. :)

strawberrymargaritas said...

cool! ;)

nerdyberdy said...

HAHAHAHAHAAHAHA
Only my Munkychild (who jumps at the sound of thunder :P) can write something like this. :D
lau lau you.

prakash said...

:) Niace piece,Commendable effort :P
Very very interesting names too ;)
Why don't you continue after you board the right train? :P

carapace said...

go read hitchikers.

Mike said...

Nicely done da
Hitchhikers Wonly

Bakarbaaz said...

Good job!(I dont need to say that) Funky names...diaper company, mollugai bajjis, wrong train and orange suitcase- reminds me so of you

ramya said...

Really good one :)

With all the twists and turns, its truly a very nice story.Loved reading it.

The "Saar!..." was an awesome ending!

Go Uttara!!

Uttara said...

@Everyone,
Thanks!

Whitelighter said...

Great choice of names. Trying to give Samit a run for his money on the naming names front?

Uttara said...

@Whiteligher,
Thanks. However, I haven't considered out-witting Samit Basu in this department. :D

arunchaganty said...

Simple, nutty and vague. Very nice. Though I'd have to agree with Kobi, this so reminds me of you :-P.

Arbit and Kommu said...

i don't think half of the junta here know what mullagai bajji means.

Uttara said...

@Arbit and Kommu,
Anyone who has been to the beach would obviously know. Or they could just 'Google' it.

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Shravan said...

:D :) thats it !!