The sun beats down the other side of the train. I keep this door open. And I stay here.
And watch. As everything whizzes by. Everybody whizzes by. Women walking to work. Men lazing around. And the other way. White fences of the Indian railways. An old man standing by a puddle.
Ducks going about whatever they do in water. Still lakes. Lakes that were. Stiller mountains. Far away songs. A revving engine. Old men beneath coconut trees. Children in the green fields. Barren lands. All of them whizz by.
An ‘Abandoned’ railway shed. Fences. Platforms. Station masters. Pictures of Laloo Prasad and a few others. Some green and red flag holding gent. All of them whizz by.
I wonder at the speed at which life whizzes by. And then, it strikes me. Actually, everything else stays. Its actually the train that i am in, whizzing by ! All else stays put. And just because i am on something that whizzes by, i think of all else as whizzing by !
‘Can this be some grand theory ?’ I wonder. ‘At least a corollary or whatever they call it?’ As i keep clicking. ‘Whizz theory’ I tell myself.. Or may be ‘the theory of the moving train!’
From somewhere, the missus turns up. She has just had her tea. She sights the camera in hand. “you are at it. Already?’
All other thoughts including the whizz theory whizz away! ‘hmm’ I say.
‘Whats on your mind’ she says.
And i think of the Whizz theory. I look at the watch. Its not even 7.00 am. Its way too early to start the day on that note. And tell her….
‘ Actually, i think hmm… actually, you know, i wonder why would the railways want to differentiate by more than 50 % between taking a bath and…’ as i click this picture.
She sees the writing on the wall! Face palms. And gets started. About me. My mind. About water. About conservation. About men. And habits.
I wonder where the conversation would have gone if i had started out with my whizz theory. I know for sure it would have gone somewhere.
I wonder..I wonder what i would do without her.