Sub-chapter I - The Beginning
They boarded the train at 11, and by 11.15 Criesalot started, well, crying. When asked, she claimed that she couldn't bear the thought of being without her bf for a single day. And then she kept on crying. And then she cried some more. And then she started giving Meister philosophical advice........"an exercise in futility" quipped the Potato. Then it was time to sleep.
Unfortunately, due to the heat and the distinctly muppetesque tendencies of the train (it stops everywhere...even foocking Bhongir!!) neither the Meister nor the Potato could get any sleep. They kept twisting and turning. Thank Guus there weren't any snorer or luj character who turns off the fan around.
At 5 o clock next morning, the train reached a station with one of the coolest names ever - Balderdash....and then girl wearing pink transparent dress came and sat opposite, thereby distracting the foock out of both the Potato and the Meister.
Then they reached Nagpur. Loads of people went down, loads of people came up. There were 2 groups from the latter worth mentioning. 1 group was huge - with aunties, uncles, grandma and about a dozen girls (early 20s) and a guy (early 20s). They boarded the train and started eating, and then ate some more and then continued eating some more. The other interesting fact about them is that the poor guy has lost all self-respect in life...the dude was travelling wearing a pink shirt!!!!
The other interesting group comprised a mother a son and a daughter. The son, who is in 6th standard, entertained them with loads of maths tricks. As the combined math IQ of both the Meister and Potato is somewhat similar to the football IQ of His Gayness Lord Gaysalot, suffice to say that they were astonished, astounded and other things starting with as.
oh btw, Pampered Princess Criesalot woke up and started crying again.
2 comments:
You do observe people with a different eye
eh? what? doesn't everybody? what do you mean? elaborate please
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