Karnataka Express’ 3-tier ac from New Delhi to Bangalore felt like a sleeper class, rather an unreserved one. It was crowded to the brim with R-ac people. Buddhist monks reserved our whole bogie.
Tibetian monks are uncivilized and rude. The fact that they do not speak English doesn’t mean they block someone else’s way. Plus they eat and throw waste right next to their seats and dirty the entire bogie. How dirty can it get! I thought monks were the more disciplined species.
As I left to make conversation with a friend in 2-tier ac, a decent family offered me their berth for the night. I gladly accepted and offered some chocolates to their kid.
The Haryanvi guys with R-ac in our compartment tried to “make friendship with me”…
He: “mujhse dosti karogi?”
I said yes
He: “kahan pe padti ho?”
I said I am a software engineer. “kafi saal ki experience bhi ho gaya”….awww
He: “itni umar to nahin lagti aapki”… in a typically Haryanvi accent, that I imitated several times, even in front of him
A certain 23 yr old friend refused me the top berth for the second night. She was apparently adjusted to the place. Hmmm, I wonder!
As I got down at Bangalore, I ran in a hurry just because I was scared that I might be asked for help with carrying the luggage my friends had. It was about 11 bags from 2 people. I traveled light with just 1 huge rucksack for 13 days. I am too selfish to bear other people’s shopping load.
Peacefully drove home in the new swift.