Rattling sound of the clash of track and the mega wheels of the bogie is continuously tapping my ears sensors with the jerking motion of the railcar giving the feeling of the ride on bullock cart. Clouds are endlessly showering the soil from last night and I can see the big blobs of rain water striking the window glass, collapsing into the smaller dews and tricking down haphazardly to find the motionless surface in the form of the zigzag sparkling silver linings. Sun is a big circular dull red globe at its final stage of the day and is planning to hide near to horizon free from the entire universal obligations. Sky is changing the shade through the windowpane and looks like as somebody is reducing the brightness, contrast and color of the newly bought television, now it is all but somewhat between pink and violet. Though I am not able to feel the coldness of breeze outside of the glass blocked window and metal shielded compartment, however I can imagine the shivery air current. It’s Saawan “Spring Season” going on in India and new leafs on the new born small arms of the old branches are furnishing a gravid greenery all around. I am on the way back to Chennai after spending a full week (excluding weekends) holiday at my home “Ambikapur” and now I have lots of questions in my mind which I feel like, but not going to share with you. Holidays (excluding weekends) are something that I rarely see in my life after joining the establishment of Mr. Peter Rose. Whilst I expect more frequent holidays but I do understand the purpose of the organization and how my regular holidays may affect the team I work with. This is not the error from the organization side but I thing I am afraid of taking some decision which may put me out of the problem. So if there is a problem means the solution is round the corner. The only thing required is to find the right corner…!!!
I don’t know why, but I feel boring from morning. I just finished watching “Jab We Met” once again, as I had nothing else to do. I have some other English flicks also in my Notebook but unfortunately I don’t have my earphone to watch the movie in the high Volume. As JWM is already watched out, I did not find difficulty in getting the dialogues even in low loudness, And then to employ myself again I thought of writing something, and that’s what I am doing now
My ETA (Expected Time of Arrival) at Chennai is today mid-night and I have almost a quarter of the day left to go. Well these days my best time pass is to read novels, but unfortunately I missed to purchase one before getting on board. So now I am a man aboard without “Mungphalli, the time pass”. While I was on the way to my home I was reading “the kite runner”… a marvelous work by Khalid Hosseni an Afghan writer residing at USA and I have decided on the next good book I gonna read now… yes none other than “a thousand splendid suns” and this is what made me to overlook anything from “the Wheeler store” at Bilaspur Railways station.
My next stop is Vijayawada and I may be reaching there anytime.
Shivendra Singh
Aug 10, 2008
Rattling sound of the clash of track and the mega wheels of the bogie is continuously tapping my ears sensors with the jerking motion of the railcar giving the feeling of the ride on bullock cart. Clouds are endlessly showering the soil from last night and I can see the big blobs of rain water striking the window glass, collapsing into the smaller dews and tricking down haphazardly to find the motionless surface in the form of the zigzag sparkling silver linings. Sun is a big circular dull red globe at its final stage of the day and is planning to hide near to horizon free from the entire universal obligations. Sky is changing the shade through the windowpane and looks like as somebody is reducing the brightness, contrast and color of the newly bought television, now it is all but somewhat between pink and violet. Though I am not able to feel the coldness of breeze outside of the glass blocked window and metal shielded compartment, however I can imagine the shivery air current. It’s Saawan “Spring Season” going on in India and new leafs on the new born small arms of the old branches are furnishing a gravid greenery all around. I am on the way back to Chennai after spending a full week (excluding weekends) holiday at my home “Ambikapur” and now I have lots of questions in my mind which I feel like, but not going to share with you. 
