Those Red Brick Hutments

Diary, December 20, 2016.

Those Red Brick Hutments

On a train ride to Roorkee from Delhi, the train reaches Roorkee later in the evening.

The train stops there for a minute or so. You have to bring your luggage close to the door so that you can get down with your entire luggage in a timely manner. 

I usually stand at the train door 20-30 minutes before the station arrives. I sometimes open the door of the train. The strong shaft of air hugging the train in the evening is very refreshing. In fact, it is quite exhilarating. 

Especially, in a cold December evening in North India. The sunset had begun an hour ago. The cold wind slaps you.

Inside the train, there is a cacophony of YouTube on phones, tablets, and laptops. Some of them are watching Bollywood movies, Hollywood movies, Sunny Leone channel, smut, and even a clip from the Rocky movie signature tune. Then, there are also vendors walking down the aisles of the entire train screaming “Chai”, “Ice Cream”…

Outside, amidst the sugarcane farms, dry husk from sugarcane is often burned. The fire gives bright red outlines seen in the sunset dark from the speeding train. Strangely, the red flickering gives a feeling of warmth and solace this winter from a distant place, we are moving away from. Warmth and solace from all this noise inside.

Occasionally, you see solitary red brick hutments in those fields. There is always a single light inside in each of them. Is someone watching the YouTube there too?

I am entitled (Part II)

I am entitled (Part II)
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June 30th, 2016, on a train from Roorkee to New Delhi.
Overhead:

An economically well-off family of five enter the train, at a mid-way station, Muzaffarnagar. They all are well-dressed.
The father is dropping off his wife, and three children. He is caring and considerate.
He turns to his wife.
"Please do not worry. Request the conductor to purchase the tickets. Otherwise, just pay him cash."

 

I am entitled (Part I)

I am entitled (Part I)
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June 30th, 2016, on a train from Roorkee to New Delhi.
Overhead:

There are three young students who enter the train, at a mid-way station, Muzaffarnagar. They all are well dressed. They have either iPhones or Samsungs. They are carrying modern, branded backpacks.
"Hey, our seats are reserved for seat #.s 31, 32, and 33 in train coach, C3. Not C1."
"I am not walking to C3. I am taking seats here ."
As two of them takes seats for 31 and 32 in C1, the third one quietly walks to C3. All the coaches are connected.
Amongst in the group, the shortest one in height was the one who refused to walk to C3.

What I learned this morning?

Log 05.31.2015, 6:00-6:30 AM, Roorkee, India, Near Roorkee Railway Station Roorkee.
What I learned this morning:
"Where are you going post these photos?"
"Facebook"
"What good is that? How beneficial is that?"
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"You can take any pictures. Sure, please go ahead. But please make sure, we do not look all that bad. Like, we all only live on the streets."
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"I am not here on the streets on my volition. It is destiny."