Back to Belgaum.........

Day 1: Morning 8am, am standing at Kalkaji wondering where my taxi has run off? Got a lift from my father-in-law and after the standard weaving in and out of traffic managed to reach Nizzamudin station well in time. After 8 yrs of staying and studying in Karanataka this is the first time I’ll be travelling by the Yeshwantpur Shabdh Kranti Express. I had heard about this train, had thought of travelling by it a few times but its only now, 7 years after I left that state, that I am travelling by it.

In Indian railway stations you can normally make out the priority or importance of the train by the platform it’s made to stand on. My train was on the last one!

Got on the coach, saw the new brown upholstery and smarter reading lights and then saw the three berths put up in the gallery in place of the standard two. Cursed Nitin silently because he had made me book tickets by 3rd AC while I was in mood to travel by 2nd AC. Due to this new development my berth also changed to inner upper from inner lower. Resigned to my fate, I settled down and made the standard calls and messages.

The train was supposed to depart at 8:55am and it was already late by 10mins. Got off to buy a bottle of water and realised that my name was not on the booking chart. Great! That’s all I needed.

Train finally crawled out, already 15 minutes late. The coach was practically empty so I figured that this was not a very most popular train and I dread to find out why. Caught hold of the TTE who told me that my berth was changed and it’s inner, lower one. So that was a relief. 

In a run of 35minutes since we left Nizammudin, this train has already stopped thrice! I guess I should gear up for a long haul and an excruciatingly boring train ride.

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