Trains were part of our life ever since Neil and I turned one.Mummy recollects that we made the grand first trip to Trivandrum from Ernakulam on the evening of our first birthday.Ofcourse we don't remember that,but that was not a loss at all because umpteen train rides awaited us in the years ahead.
The visit to native places during vacations started and ended with journeys by train.These were trips between Trivandrum and Ernakulam or sometimes Aluva and took 5 hours.The Onam and Christmas holidays were short so we started right on the evening the school closed.The summer vacations saw us leaving by the early morning train from Trivandrum.I especially liked these trips because it had scope of the enjoying wayside sights in daylight.Neil and I always fought for the window seat and most of the times,I lost.I would find myself sulking until Papa declares the seat should be swapped at regular intervals.Usually,I didn't have to wait long, because Neil would nod off before the train reached Kazhakootam when he'd be gently removed from the window seat and I take his place to watch Kerala zoom past me.The break of dawn,the cold morning air being warmed by the rays of the sun,the houses in slumber waking for the day,the wind against my face,the rhythmic rocking of the train were all the things that delighted me as a child.Once I ventured to write down the names of all the stations but fell asleep on reaching Varkala.
Neil and I were quite a boisterous pair and often attracted the attention of fellow passengers.Mum recounts that I was once howling because of the heat and the co passengers actually took turns to pacify me!We do have a couple of family friends whom we met on train journeys.Once the train was stopped for a signal.Neil and I kept bombarding Mum with "When will the train move?".It must have either sounded cute or irritating, for two amused men told us the train would move if we tried pushing it.We listened in open eyed wonder and almost immediately started pushing the seat back with our little hands!The people sharing that berth laughed until a red-faced Mum convinced us that we had given our best.
The stretch we traveled had certain landmarks to look out for.They were the model of a rocket at the VSSC,the Perumon bridge,the two tunnels before Kottayam and finally the marsh filled with colocasia where the train would stop for a maddening half an hour just before chugging into Ernakulam South.
The tunnels were the most fun.We'd be busy playing Rock,Paper,Scissors when we are suddenly plunged into darkness.We were not the kind to howl in the darkness(maybe we were a little scared in the early years too) but we would press our faces against the window bars to see the thin line of light at the end of the tunnel.The position of the rocket at the VSSC always confused us.We would wait in the aisle, ready to dash to the right or left with a cry of "Dei,Rocket !"
The little red tug of the emergency chain was an eternal temptation to Neil.We would make Papa explain how it works and how they would find out if someone pulled it for fun.Mum discloses that she did fear he would give it a try sometime and land us in trouble.However,the warning painted alongside kept him at bay ever since we learned to read.
Sometimes the journeys started off with adventurous dashes across the platforms and long treks to find seats.Once we traveled without tickets because we turned up just in time for the train.Papa got off at Kollam to get them because it was the only place the train stopped for 10 minutes.
There were rare occasions when we indulged in the luxury of traveling in the A/c Chair car.Neil and I were very excited and kept experimenting with the push back seats.We have seen the other extreme too when we actually slept on the floor of the general compartment while returning on the eve of a school reopening day.
The shift to Ernakulam put an end to the regular train journeys.These days they are very rare.But trains and rails are very much part of our life.Our home being just four blocks away from the railway track,constantly keeps us in touch with the rattle,the hoot, and the sheer magnificence of the locomotive.The railway clearing is one place every kid in the family must have seen.It was the trump card used both to pacify a tantrum or as a reward for being good.As kids we used to scramble over sleeping uncles to look out of the window whenever we heard a train pass.The house still trembles when a goods train thunders by.
Everytime,I cross them I look wistfully at those tracks that stretch to infinity,and then take this jolly trip,down the memory rails!
"And when the tramway down the hill
Across the cobbles moans and rings,
There is about my window-sill
The tumult of a thousand wings."
(A Town Window, John Drinkwater)
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12 comments:
a memorable post...when i was reading the lines 'had certain landmarks to look out for.They were the model of a rocket at the VSSC,the Perumon bridge,the two tunnels before Kottayam ', I couldnt help wondering that all of us kids during our times thought alike...
yes..train journey's during those school vacation were probably the little events that bought immense joys for us...i remember the umpteen fights with my bro over the side seat..I mean we would actually start anticpating it even the day before the trip and include the 'request for side seat' in the prayer that night..;-D
And when the train chugs in at kollam we would strain our necks for the parotta mutta curry guy to arrive and then nag Appa to buy it..This post brings back flood of memories..
The perumon paalam still gives thunders coz my uncle/aunt did escape the tragedy as they were in the last two bogies that was left standing on the bridge..and that happened coz they were late boarding the train!!
amazing post... hardly a week ago while passing in front of VSSC I was wondering where did that rocket go.
Wow .. this post opened a flood gate of memories ... My dad has 2 brothers who also live in Pune , so three families used to make our annual vacations to Kerala together and its used be 30 hours of fighting for window seats ..upper berths and almost fainting due to unbearable heat as we passed Andhra Pradesh!!
We used to also fight for the Tinkle double digest that sued to come out as soon as the vacations started and had to be shared among 6 kids :)
Loved this post!!!
A highly personal blog( Neil and I), but top quality language nonetheless."but we would press our faces against the window bars to see the thin line of light at the end of the tunnel." this is so good, like a picture.
You missed out the smell of rotting coconut husks in the back waters and the beautiful mornings of paravoor.
A neat job this time.
@mathew
I had the same feeling when i read ur posts on the same.Dad would say "Kollam kandal illom venda" on our way back and Neil and I promptly shut our eyes,coz we loved dear ol Tvm.Ur uncle and aunt were indeed lucky to have made that escape.
Thank u for inspiring me to write this post :)
@jj
Guess it got too rusted to be displayed...all that remains is the model launch.Thank u!
@deepti
Oh yes we used to get Tinkles for the journey too..back in those days ,it lasted for the entire 5 hr journey.Happy to find other Tinkle fans :).
@george
The stench of rotting coconuts at Varkala...just slipped off the mind.It was always a 'fragrance' on the return journey ;-D, coz it meant we'd be reaching home soon.
Great post..".We have seen the other extreme too when we actually slept on the floor of the general compartment while returning on the eve of a school reopening day"...Well guess that comes with the privilege of a train journey with your brother,Actually the situation has improved as we had to sleep on the platform benches of Ernakulam south to be woken up by the railway police.:)At least now the common factor is clear..But seriously bought back all those memories of the various train journeys that i had.Keep writing sis..
@anish
Oh yeah?...maybe they couldn't stand the idea of the 'nishkalangan' sleeping on the floor.Ofcourse i meant u ;D
You are tagged!!..
I'm amazed at how similar it was for me too. We used to make regular trips between Ernakulam and Trivandrum for every vacation. We used to catch the 6 am Parasuram Exp...and watch as the dawn lighted up the white sands from Kochuveli to Kazhakoottam.
Side seats were coveted...so me and my bro would pester the parents to reach the station early so that both of us could get side seats.
But I hated the return journeys from Ernakulam [we normally caught the 2 pm Parasuram or the train at 4.45 (Vanchinadu?)] because we had to stand for a long time, normally till Chengannur or Tiruvalla, to get a seat. Also the travel during Sabarimala season was really a pain.
Great post, Neena. Brought back so many memories, and also reminded me that it has been 9 years since I took a train ride with my parents and brother.
@mathew
Pleasure!will do it soon :)
@philip
Good to see yet another train-lover...I used be surprised at classmates for whom native place meant Thirumala or Ambalamukku,( places which didn't need trains to reach).U see,the train-travel was so much part and parcel of the hols.Thank you!:)
nice post...reminded me of those numerous train journeys that I took from trivandrum to places as far as calcutta...really appreciate your eye for detail...am still finding it hard to remember the landmarks i cherished during my childhood train journeys...
now am missing the train journeys a lot...other modes of transportation doesn't attach itself to u as emotionally as the train...
@praveen
Haven't had the opportunity of long trips...but can imagine how it would be..Thanks for dropping by :)
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