I am in no mood to discuss this at length. I am blogging, listening to Aaja Nachle from Monsoon Wedding and I really understand why I like this song so much. It is because it represents celebration like no other song I know. Yes, coming back to Lourve in train. Lourve is no word and I must admit that I am getting better with each passing day in making up these 'Hey-I-can-use-this-in-my-blog-words'. The word here is just an extended expression of the word Love . The one in which you roll your tongue, touch the tip to the front set of your teeth and shrink your eyes the way bollywood heroines do when they want to invite their balam close to them !
Did you try that ? Haha.. Acha hain. Ya . So why am I blogging about this topic? It is because this is the most recent thing that has caught my fantasy. I went to drop ma off to Thane station from where she would catch the netravati (Every malu kid ought to know this , it is the kerala train and it also has a humble cousin called Jayantijayanta!). The moment the train arrived at platform No. 7 , the erstwhile desserted platform, house to flies, beggars and sensous looking gajrawallis with laali, I could sense the gaze of numerous men hitting me. A good number of these must be thinking to themselves , if this girl's gonna be my neighbour I can atleast gape in peace. Won't have to search far and wide to locate one decent girl who's gape-worthy(yes , one of those words!). Disclaimer : I don't look like Helen of Troy but I am not that bad , you know.
It is a game that only patient people can play. Its not for the footloose. You have to concentrate hard. Be alert. This game is for those who believe in 'real' love. This means that , they have a special appetite to think they are faling in love the instant they see a girl (potentially good-looking). There are many like this and please don't call me biased because I have known plenty of girls with the same 'special appetite'.So this applies for them as well. Now the rules of this game are simple.
1. You better learn to stare , stare in a loving way.
2. Smile and laugh as often as possible (more applicable to the girl)
3.Be aleart and be aware of the potential threats (mostly consisting of nagging mothers and serious fathers for the girls and suspicious wives or overfriendly brothers/mama for the guys)
4. Count the number of times you can acctually encounter him/her-toilet, get some fresh air, casual roaming etc etc.
And last but not the least , use all of these instances carefully and aim at the target. This could be a sure shot formula for a scandal in the family, but, well, people never learn you know. The girl will still be coy and inviting in a repressive manner and the guy will be his usual confident self, trying to be a hero in the train, by winning the card game, playing loud music, and by just being confident for no specific reason! See, there are times of role reversal and I must say it's quite a sight. The day goes in casual staring /gaping /brushing hands, elbows (if nearby)/ getting acquainted with her family (if , belonging to the same breed) and much more than this. People do innovate.
If a long distance train , then the nightime is quite the action time, where stealing kisses, tickling, passing love notes , pinching in the ass etc is common practice. Oh! How can I forget sleeplessness for the shy and meek. If it's a short distance train (read 24 hrs) then well, the night time is the last of those private moments. Young guns prepare themselves to say goodbye to each other. Some intelligent ones do exchange phone numbers and well, I am not sure If something happens after that. But for those who have managed to spend all this while in quiet submission of the fact that they are not going to meet each other ever, its the end of one stor of 'real' love for them.
The next will start in the return journey, whenever it is.
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