The compartment was completely dark , with lights switched off and berths laid . The coach rocked and swayed , as the train picked up speed. The late evening breeze of winter swayed through the air , the nostrils and ear lids and sent out a gentle tear. It wasn't the piercing cold winds of December , but a gentle pleasant breeze
The fans whirred around , trying to match the sound with the sound of the train. We were gearing to make up the time, we lost in the recent few...
more... kilometres. A long distance biweekly , from a one state distant neighbour , but passing through all southern states and a union territory region , had made us pass through a loop line . Then a swanky new kid of the block made us wait on a mainline while he trotted in a loop behind the freight .
The 6000hp locomotive had ensured out 1st 88 kms were covered in 65 mins. The next 17 in 12 . And then the perils of the non doubled section started
Regular slowdowns , TSR and the next 100 kms seemed like ages . It had taken almost 1 hr 45 mins for 100 . And just before approaching , had a slow down for a long bridge across the Krishna , the water trickling around in the darkness in a single line across the wast plain .
The delay was close to 40 mins as we exited the next station , 181 kms from our source . And then gave a exit , that the next 50 kms were to be rocked apart, but then , the next curved , a double amber tore the darkness. It would be followed by a red soon , and quickly by another white !!!
The white crossed the red and accelerated past is, with the "75" biweekly to North West crossing the "85" moment . A quick start later , and we tore through the greens giving us company .
The moonlight night was beautiful from the dark confines of the coach. The moon wasn't visible but the light was sufficient to check the fields that bathed in them . The rocketing of the ICF coaches , the changing of the rails , a music to ears , but not enough to send me to sleep yet .
My mind raced back to the 85 journeys !!! It has been 7 years of travel by this , but still holds an emotional place . The name strikes a chord somewhere in the subconscious memory power . Had used it many times between 1990 till date , but infrequently, but an emotional attachment stayed . For it was the train that transferred me between the cities for 2 transfers at young age , and both cities now being dear to me .
The train isn't the same. There are no double headed chuggers hauling it , it is a single white stallion at the helm. It is in last stage of ICF days . The partial doubling ensured it isn't a late latif anymore . And more than nothing , it is running till Mysore and not terminating at Bangalore !!!
The clanking of the wheels bought me back to the present , as the loco light was seen at almost a right angle . A green , followed by a series of red lines up across and a single green in between them reminding me of " ik dulhan ke maathe ki Bindiya" !!! The lines spread across as Alampur road station was soon crossed by
Thadakathdeem thadakathdeem thadakatheem thakadatheem sound soon echoed as the Tungabhadra bridge was despatched soon and a main line entry followed into Kurnool Town , reminding me of the twin alcos chugging into this town , in 2019 !!! Yes it was 2019 and not 2017, my previous journey by this , declared myself proudly , as I proceeded to my MB for my sleep
85 proceeded in the moon lit night !!!!
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please wait...Translate to EnglishThe compartment was completely dark, with lights switched off and berths laid. The coach rocked and swayed as the train picked up speed. The late evening winter breeze swayed through the air, chilling the nostrils and eyelids and bringing a gentle tear. It wasn't the piercing cold winds of December, but a gentle, pleasant breeze.
The fans whirred, trying to match the sound of the train. We were gearing up to make up the time we lost in the recent few kilometers. A long-distance bi-weekly, from a neighboring state, but passing through all southern states and a union territory, had made us pass through a loop line. Then a swanky new train made us wait on a mainline while it went through a loop behind freight.
The 6000hp locomotive had ensured our first 88 km were covered in 65 minutes. The next 17 km in 12. And then the perils of the non-doubled section started. Regular slowdowns, TSR, and the next 100 km seemed like ages. It had taken almost 1 hour 45 minutes for 100 km. And just before approaching, we had a slowdown for a long bridge across the Krishna, the water trickling around in the darkness in a single line across the vast plain.
The delay was close to 40 minutes as we exited the next station, 181 km from our source. And then came an announcement that the next 50 km were to be rough, but then, around the next curve, a double amber tore the darkness. It would be followed by a red soon, and quickly by another white!
The white crossed the red and accelerated past us, with the "75" bi-weekly to the Northwest crossing the "85" momentarily. A quick start later, and we tore through the greens giving us company.
The moonlight night was beautiful from the dark confines of the coach. The moon wasn't visible, but the light was sufficient to see the fields bathed in it. The rocking of the ICF coaches, the changing of the rails—a music to my ears, but not enough to send me to sleep yet.
My mind raced back to the 85 journeys! It has been 7 years of travel by this train, but it still holds an emotional place. The name strikes a chord somewhere in my subconscious memory. I had used it many times between 1990 and now, but infrequently, yet an emotional attachment remained. For it was the train that transferred me between the cities for two transfers at a young age, and both cities are now dear to me.
The train isn't the same. There are no double-headed chuggers hauling it; it is a single white stallion at the helm. It is in the last stage of ICF days. The partial doubling ensured it isn't late anymore. And more than anything, it is running to Mysore and not terminating at Bangalore!
The clanking of the wheels brought me back to the present, as the loco light was seen at almost a right angle. A green, followed by a series of red lines across and a single green in between them, reminding me of "a bride's forehead bindi"! The lines spread across as Alampur Road station was soon crossed.
Thadakathdeem thadakathdeem thadakatheem thakadatheem—the sound soon echoed as the Tungabhadra bridge was crossed and a mainline entry followed into Kurnool Town, reminding me of the twin Alcos chugging into this town in 2019! Yes, it was 2019 and not 2017, my previous journey by this train, I declared proudly, as I proceeded to my berth for my sleep.
85 proceeded into the moonlit night!
Thanks for reading! Just a different attempt.
Comments welcome!
