Passage To India

Yes, after three entire days and two nights of journeying in the train, I have arrived in Trivendram, south Kerala, India yesterday evening (8:30 PM). The train, Rapti Sagar Super Fast Express, started from Gorakhpur at 6:30 AM on 28 September. That was the first time I had ever stepped into an Indian train. The train was huge and, in the beginning, I was kind of overwhelmed by the size and the intensity of everything surrounding it (the huge trains,noisy platforms, overhead bridges ).

wagle in India

wagle in India

I was happy that I could find the correct compartment without hassle and confusion as expected. A teenage girl was on my seat and I told her that that was my seat. It was a full fledged bed actually where I would spend two nights. The first night was cold and I was shivering. I had closed the windows but the wind kept coming in from the other window of the neighboring cabin. I hadn’t carried any blanket but the sweater that was in my bag made for its absence. I wore it along with a woollen cap. The next day, I felt the effect. I wasn’t feeling hundred percent well. So I drank a lot of water. By the afternoon, I was feeling a lot better.

wagle in India

I spent the first day looking outside, feeling the train and absorbing the atmosphere. I tried to immerse into the crowd and the atmosphere.

Then there was an unexpected visitor who asked for the time in Nepali. I didn’t have a wrist watch and I was sure he had seen it. But then I saw the cell and told him the time. This guy, a Nepali aged 22 and an Indian Army soldier, was heading towards Trivendra. It took me no time, not even a single second, to see a story in him. So a story had come to me, just like that…and was sitting just in front of me…telling his story..of course…my questions helped him to be on track. He was travelling alone like me, and he enjoyed talking. I enjoyed listening, asking and noting down his words on my notebook as the Rapti Sagar Super Express headed southward.

There is a different world inside the train. Those people hawking “garam chaaaya” (hot tea) and “kaaafi” (coffee) – the designated staffs of the Rail canteen- and many other outsiders selling all sorts of food…. were simply awesome. I tried many of those foods and I liked most of them. The coffee wasn’t very good but it was the next thing after water I drank the most.

They would take order for “khana” (rice and daal and tarkari and achar) and I happily ate four such meals- four mornings and evenings.

A North Indian family from Gorakhpur was travelling with me….a lady, her husband and their daughter. They were going to Chennai to see their son who was in hostel studying computer engineering. I felt comfortable leaving my backpack on the seat and go around the train as long as they were there in the compartment. After they left, I carried my bag even when I was in the toilet. It was quite an experience!

You can not only see the difference in landscape and the bustling cities as you go southward but actually feel it. It’s calmer down here compared to what it was in north. The train was almost empty as we left places like Chennai and headed downward. People were more calm and composed and appeared to be following the rules. They didn’t understand Hindi and, depending on where the train was running, spoke the local language (and some English as well).

Dinesh Wagle

On the second day, perhaps from Chandigad, a Tamil man came to our cabin. He didn’t understand Hindi and I had to work as a translator between him and the Railway boy who wanted to take order of food. I felt good while helping this Tamil man, auditor by profession, to order food. Later, we both enjoyed the fried daal, chawal (chamal in Nepali, rice) and vegetables. We talked a lot…and again he was telling me his story…about his family and how he converted to Christianity and how he feels so strongly about the God. He said it was sad that he couldn’t speak Hindi even though his wife, a Hindu, was a Hindi teacher. “Our son” he said, “goes to Church and wife doesn’t protest.”

“I was a very bad person before I converted,” he continued. “I used to drink and lot and smoke. Very bad.”

“So you are a good man now, huh?” I asked.

“Yes,” he said and gave a wide smile.

“Now I am good. God is great.” ……

The family that I was sharing the cabin with was a typical Indian family. They were like my own family in several ways. The woman was, like my Bhauju in many ways. The way she insisted her daughter to eat, the way she gently scolded her when she was about to avoid eating roti, the way they both took their hand from the heart to the forehead in prayer when the evening lights were switched on (in the train), the way the daughter dialled the phone for her dad, the way they talked…in Hindi (I could understand almost everything). The man suggested me to put my bag as pillow so that people couldn’t steal. “There was a thief here last night,” he told me. “Ye to achha huwa ki yana police tha…so be careful.” He couldn’t speak English and worked in a government office in Uttar Pradesh, whose full name didn’t easily come to his mind.

Somewhere in Tamilnadu, a man came to my compartment (now I was all alone, the family and others had already gotten off). He spoke English and was a former Railway employee. So I bombarded him with questions about the Indian Railway system that had come in my mind since my journey began. He answered many of them. On his part, he was also full of questions. How was the…what do you say…that Maoist leader doing up in the land of Everest? So you are a republic, now what? What’s the strength of Nepal (he meant population)?

Again, on the third day, the young Gurkha soldier from Syanjha was with me…almost the entire day. We again talked a lot. He had lost money in Gorakhpur and I exchanged his Nepali currency….about NRs. 80. I know there are a lot of details I am missing out on but what can I do… I am in a very congested cyber cafe near Tribendram Central and this computer must be the slowest in the world. Anyway… I just finished downloading the photos…

Dinesh Wagle

Dinesh Wagle

Dinesh Wagle

Dinesh Wagle

This morning, in Trivendram, the capital of Kerala, I went to Kovlam beach, drank coconut juice and visited a temple of Parshuram on way back to hotel. I will go to Kanyakumari in a train this evening..to see the sunset which, I am told, the place is famous for.

Dinesh Wagle

Dinesh Wagle

Dinesh Wagle

Dinesh Wagle

Dinesh Wagle

25 thoughts on “Passage To India

  1. I had this dress back in school which was (more) colorful than what you are wearing here and my Karate Guru used to call me “Dafne” (Lophophorus) whenever I wore that. Your outfit reminded me of the same !😀

    The beach looks really beautiful , especially the waters hitting the rocks ..the blue skies too…the train seat took me back to my own days of traveling in the Indian train..And you look too ‘small’ for your age in some pics here..good for you!!🙂

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  2. the pics from the train certainly bring back memories🙂 just wondering how u cud fit into the tiny restrooms in the trains with ur luggage!

    ahh….nariwal paani…yum, love it… esp the ones with malai, young tender coconut after u’re done with the paani🙂 can almost taste it…heavenly.. though someone else wudn’t agree with me😉

    friendly people in South India, arent they?

    tht’s a lovely beach, rocks n water, grt combination.

    have a great time!
    looking forward to the sunset from kanyakumari.

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  3. Very nice pictures.The article game me a blast from the past…those tiresome journey I used make in trains from Gorakhpur…but never got a chance to visit Trivandrum.
    Btw, the book you are reading is one of my favorites infact I liked it better than the Kite runner.

    I enjoy reading your blog….staying in tune for more.

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  4. Darn, I wanted go with you..
    Here I am in Pokhara to spend my full Dashain with `mero nepali pariwar’.

    Keep sending us nice pictures will you?!

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  5. hello street journal we r missing u ???? we resived dashain paski . we r going to join dashain party at press ground at saturday . again we miss uuuuuuuu

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  6. hey ,
    certainly yellow suits u much better. n Njoying haina ta ?
    N d book on the picture ” A thousand splendid …….” , i was thinking to buy but i couldn’t buy last time ( my budget for d books already finished buing paulo’s books) how is d book ? n when r u coomig back ? have a nice time.

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  7. Great pictures.. and wonderful to read you after such a long time…. so you are celebrating Dashain in India??? Or are you coming back??
    Enjoying alone in a ‘foreign land’ is something I have always dreamed of. IN those bright clothes, you look like a tourist… and of course you are one now… I hope I will someday be able to live this dream…
    Do write more… I hope you have already come up with a couple of stories for the newspaper and perhaps Wagle Street Journal… Have fun…

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  8. Wow!! you must have enjoyed your journey very much!! I am a grt fan of urs. I love to read ur post in paper. I am so glad that i am finally able to find blog. I would love to know more about you in anyway possible. I alos want to be in contact with you if you don’t mind!!
    Anyways, Happy Dashin

    Yours crazy fan,
    Binita

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  9. kasto colourful dress traffic lights jasto
    traffic lights may be not as bright as ur dress aba euta trisul ra kamandalu pani leko bhaye hunthiyo
    and aru photo pani rakhda huncha ni.

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  10. In your earlier post, You told sunset of kanyakumari was just like that of Nagarkot. It seems that u were not happy at least because of sunset show and what I understood was you found it below your expectation.

    One thing sunset is sunset everywhere you go. There will not be much difference. But, I think You can not compare something coming out from mountains/Hills with something coming out from Water and v.v.s. I found Kanyakumari Sunset and sunrise both, very amazing?

    Did U see that sunrise from that viewing tower? And what about boat journey till that statute where You get Dhyan Center dedicated to Vivekananda? and where did u stay there ?in that resort facing ocean and whole night light was making circle in the tower?

    I think You did not go to Pondicherry. I say that U must have been there. Take Road Trip from Chennai to Pondicherry. The Roads are just near to Ocean and India is not that clean but Pondicherry is exception. I also try to put my some old photos of that area in my blog and leave link here. Do not Forget to see them and see whether You could see them or not.

    And what about Kodaikanal? I know you did not go. It is a kind of Hill Station, not different than average Nepalese Hill Station but a good place. And visited Marina Beach in Chennai?

    Write more here.

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  11. And about Indian Railways, I hate them but I can not avoid them. That’s thae fact. Have travelled a lot with them, but find them slow, horrible, stinky, dirty. When I get on train, I stop eating. why? I find their toilets really difficult. dirty platforms and crowd— all is not well. But, need to use them again and again.

    And About Kerala, people say that Kerala is most educated City but problem is more than 90% people there can only sign their name in their local language-MALYALAM. So, I find that city very unfriendly. They can not speak Hindi and English and I face great problem when I was there in Ernakulum sometime back. Beach and Backwater are good place to visit.

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  12. N slow net in Kerala? I think it cut India’s nose.
    Generally, Indian internet in cities are moderately good.
    I find NTC’s net in my home in Jhapa same what You found in Kerala’s internet. Slow internet really kills internet addict like us.

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  13. Really Great Pics,I was myself on tour to Pokhara so cudn’t get enough time to visit ur site,You r such a lucky person u know, Few person can be like that.
    I like ur Loneliness!!!

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  14. praiseworthy .. the way u enjoying ur journey. i remeber all my journey. first time tapaiko site haru check gareko .. very nice expressions. besides kantipur articles.. i had never been here. m not a regular user n alasyamaya too..with these things. handsome pics.

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  15. Nice story. How did you get so many of your pictures taken inside the train and on the beach even though you were travelling alone?

    And what’s the name of that book that you’re holding?

    Your post brought back memories from my university days in India.

    Keep writing.
    Cheers !

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