09/06/2013 by Siddiqui Fayesal
I’m with my younger sister, my mom and dad.
I’m in the August Kranti Rajdhani which leaves from Bombay Central at precisely 1740.
I’m on my way to Delhi from where I’ll catch a connecting train to Katghodam.
And then to Nainital.
I’m going to try and write everyday. Sounds like shit, because technically speaking I’m going for a vacation. I’m supposed to be seen “sightseeing” not tapping away on my phone. I can try of course. I don’t think the entries regarding my trip will be a travelogue in the strict sense of the word. My experience regarding the trip, my comforts and criticism will be all that there will be. It won’t be so descriptive that it’d deserve to be called a travelogue.
As I write this on my phone I’m wrapped in the nice blanket that the Rajdhani provides us. Rationing of seats has led to the situation that the allotment is a little haphazard. 2,4,6 and 36. These are the seats allotted to us. Thank God they’re all in the same coach.
My mother hates such modes where there is no inlet and outlet of fresh air. So it’s equivalent to horse shit even if it’s known as Rajdhani. Even the comforts of this train makes my mother’s head to swim. Such is life… Sigh!
Our trip has been planned keeping in mind my mother’s long desired wish to see Nainital. As a kid, she says, she used to read in her school books that people in the hotter cities go to Nainital during the summer for their vacations. Coming from a family with very limited means, which meant going to their charpoys without dinner was no big deal, made her wish to materialize after some 50 odd years.
This might sound really really shocking because out of these 50 she was married for some 35 years. For some reason the trip never happened. We were regulars at Matheran and Mahabaleshwar, and even got around Delhi, Agra, Jaipur around twice. Even after being within sniffing distance from Nainital we never got around it.
Well, we’re on our way now. I wish it turns out to be as awesome as she imagined it when she was a kid.