Civic sense is common sense #BlogchatterA2Z



Suddenly the train starts and there is pandemonium all around. Our train had made an unscheduled stop at an intermediary station waiting for signal to move ahead. This surprised many who were enjoying themselves under the shade of the tree, oblivious to the fact that the train had made its move.

In a dash they attempt to get into their compartments, while the train had already picked up a little speed. What disturbed me much was seeing people stand at the door and do nothing to help those trying to get in.

In fact one passenger who was the last to board almost fell down as his legs slipped while hanging on to the door handle. That we were crossing the river bridge just outside of the station sent a chill down my spine. Well this was just the beginning and more was to come in this journey that would normally shock the senses.

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The train was running late and passengers were already irate by then. What did keep the passengers cool however, was the continuous supply of snacks, cool drinks, water, tea and coffee in regular supply, leaving in its trail, water and food packets, spilt tea and coffee and a spray of bhelpuri.

By then the half open toilets were raising a stink, while some were happily smoking at the door, oblivious to the fact that smoke was coming in to the compartment and choking hapless people. Add to this was cigarette butts all around. I had an issue with the civic sense of the travelling public. I messaged the railways at the next station to do the cleanup act.

It was a long distance journey and there was a large family travelling together in my compartment. They had brought along an assortment of food items for their journey, and were busy sharing food. They offered me too but I had mine already by then, so politely refused. Sure it must have been tasty, but my surmise was from the fact that they were munching loudly, licking up the front of the hand and the back of the hand, in full public view. Made me turn away and go. Isn’t there something called table manners?

Lunch over, there was another passenger, an elderly woman who threw out her left over food and started washing her hands, right outside her window, while the train was in full speed. Imagine the consequences of the person sitting on the next window having a shower on his face along with leftover food.  I could see him wiping his face with a helpless growl. Adding to co-passenger woes was her attitude of dusting off the food particles, not for a moment stopping to think that it could attract rodents.

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At the next intermediate station, an elderly couple walked in possibly travelling from one village to another village enroute, and without reservations. I thought the best way forward is to offer them a part of my seat to sit, as theirs and mine travelling distances weren’t long. In the meantime i realised that i needed short nap before my destination arrives next.

I was left with the thoughts that people who travel in trains need to have some common sense and better still they need to inculcate some civic sense too. There is no point in asking India to produce some of the best trains like the Rajdhani, Shatabdi, Gatiman, Tejas and most recently Train18, while the travelling class act irresponsibly in more ways than one. I will cover issue of unwieldy excess luggage in one my later posts.

Until then here’s signing off for the day. Please come back for more tomorrow.

The quirky experiences on an indian train travel continues….



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