A few years ago, I was studying engineering in Amravati. The city-cum-village was situated near my hometown, Nagpur – a train journey takes 3 hours. Thus, I would frequently return home.
One night, when I was going to Amravati by train, I experienced an adrenaline rush.
It seemed like a regular trip (so far). Being a lone passenger, I was listening to music on the earphones. Midway down the journey, the train took its usual halt at one of the stations. It was supposed to be 2-minute halt. I got off the train.
Back then, I was teenage. My preferences were crystal clear. I wanted to be cool (than responsible). So, I didn’t turn off the music.
Walking to the closest stall, I asked the shopkeeper for a packet of chips. He held three packets and asked me which flavor I wanted. Usually, I was very clear about my preferences, but those options put me in a dilemma. Taking a few seconds, I told him. The shopkeeper laughed a little bit when I gave him the money.
As I turned back, the train was moving. Due to the loud music on the earphones, I couldn’t notice when the train started moving. I panicked. Throwing away the chips packet, I instinctively got ready to board the moving train. But, it had picked up the speed.
Each coach of the train was zooming past me. The last coach was coming towards me like the wind (a bit exaggeration). It had a steel rod on both the sides of its entrance. That was all I could see. I didn’t see a person standing there, flashing the green light.
Grabbing hold of the steel rods, I lifted my legs and tried to get in. However, while trying it, I kicked the person standing there in the stomach.
Fortunately, I did board the moving train in one piece. When I looked at the person (must be in his 40s), he was lying on the floor, gasping for breath. After all, he had received a flying kick in the stomach.
I apologised to him in a casual manner, since I was more exhilarated than guilty. I even forgot how his eyes nearly popped out when I kicked him (accidentally).
After catching his breath, he got up. I thought everything was okay as I had said “sorry”.
Proving me wrong, he grabbed me by the neck, bent my head down and started slapping me on the back – the music was still playing on the earphones.
I found myself apologising to him on a loop. I even clarified that I wasn’t any useless fellow and that I was studying engineering – I didn’t know why I said it. Thankfully, he stopped. I told him it was an honest mistake. But, he said nothing.
Until the train took its next stop, I remained silent, looking at the incident from his perspective. Well, at one point, he was doing his job. Then suddenly, he got kicked in the stomach. It must have been funny (and awful too).
At the next station, while leaving, I apologised to him again. He didn’t say a word.
When I returned to my actual coach, I thanked God to see my luggage there.Share this if it made you laugh: