Part III: Continued from the second part
With the sparkling red-cum-yellow rake placed, the rake of Maharaja Express being shunted and an excitement all around, it'd take a railfan real digging up to hunt for a reason to stay gloomy.
The TKD alco was the incharge and the EMD was missed right till the end. The poorly maintained station had excited passengers posing near the dual-window-vehicle, confused passengers searching for their seats, busy passengers with dark formal outfits entering at the last minute still busy with the bluetooth headsets in their heads, and...
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composed families getting themselves seated well in time.
The revolutionary concept that graced the IRI forums with an intense discussion some time back, was in front of us.
Lower deck, two seats on the left.
Winning the war for the charging points, check.
Installing the GPS Speedometer on a crawling network, check.
Trying to push the seats back, ch... oh wait. -.-
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And then one does not simply stay in train before its departure. Trusting our bags on the angels of railfanning, here were we exploring DEE only to get back when it initiated dynamics.
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'Burger, Sand which, Bread Cutlet, Bread Omelette' started to echo as the train crossed the Delhi suburb.
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What can be more innocent than two hungry low-on-budget guys getting fascinated by the distinctive alluring smell of fresh burgers?
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"Two of them" said I while digging for the 50 buck note in my wallet.
The poor fellow hadn't been even discovered to confront this cruel world when the lightening landed over him which as decoded in Hindi sounds like '80 ho gaye'.
I glanced back firstly on the two pieces of buns with potatoes in the middle which had lately lost all aroma and charm, followed by one on the richer neighbours of the fifty buck note which were dying at a massive scale. The only way to avoid a scene with the porch gentry and a vendor with an are-you-alright? face around was another murder. Sorry buddy. Rest in peace.
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The post cremation story continues in Part IV.