I was sitting at my Varanasi home doing, virtually, nothing. It's irritating, Man! I am not yet that old to retire from active life. I know I have enough to give to this world.
So, finally decided to temporarily settle down at Delhi to find some avenue to channelise my remaining energy ( believe me, I still have that source within me. No global warming could destroy it). In this course, I boarded 2430 Hazrat Nizamuddin-Bangalore(Bengaluru? I fear my sticking to older spellings may invite ire of Kannada People and I won't be surprised if they start burning my effigy at Koramangala!) Rajdhani Express.
I was waiting for the train to enter the platform at Nizamuddin Railway Station. I had a shock of lifetime when it entered. Perhaps, the coaches dates belong to pre-Buddha era. ( Madam Railway Minister, this is for you). It stinks, Man!
So, finally decided to temporarily settle down at Delhi to find some avenue to channelise my remaining energy ( believe me, I still have that source within me. No global warming could destroy it). In this course, I boarded 2430 Hazrat Nizamuddin-Bangalore(Bengaluru? I fear my sticking to older spellings may invite ire of Kannada People and I won't be surprised if they start burning my effigy at Koramangala!) Rajdhani Express.
I was waiting for the train to enter the platform at Nizamuddin Railway Station. I had a shock of lifetime when it entered. Perhaps, the coaches dates belong to pre-Buddha era. ( Madam Railway Minister, this is for you). It stinks, Man!
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