Someshwara was in seat number 64, those two side seats in a sleeper class. He straightway climbed to the side upper berth and got engrossed in a magazine. I parked my butt on seat number 62 which is the last place on the bench furthest from the window (there is passageway between this and the side-berths).
The mind
is never at ease. You are squatting on a seat you have no right – it feels an
interloper (dictionary gives meanings like intruder, trespasser, and unwelcome
person). That guilt ensures you don’t greet other passengers except be glum and
taciturn. There was a military man opposite me. He was in a mid-forties man who
had served in Punjab and Rajasthan borders; thankfully he was a Telugu in
ethnicity (all of this I learnt later). He wasted no time in saying,” Sir, what
is your berth number?” That an extra person sits on the bench gets too
conspicuous.
I replied,” I am travelling with my friend,” and turned my
eyes towards Someshwara lying peacefully on the upper side berth.
The man was stern,” We book our tickets two months in advance and yet
we get no respite from drifters.”
It did not sting. That man was bang on; in his place I
would have felt similarly inconvenienced. Imagine a bench meant for three
people and you have an extra mass of flesh for a fourth member.
I went stubbornly silent. The man continued,” I will not
allow you to sit here.”
My wits did not deserve me. I was quick on the reply in
feigned outrage,” Even I did book the ticket except it did not get confirmed.
Please bear with me till the TTE. It is not my intention to be a nuisance any further.” My
nerves held and I spoke in a calm manner. Thanks to the years of meditation.
I added,” This journey was forced on me. But sure
enough I’ll disembark at the night time and be no nuisance.” It is here
speaking in English in a soft tone helps. It at once carries the conviction of
a cultured person in distress.
He sighed,” Okay. I’ll be patient with you till the TTE
comes.”
My mind did not go overdrive over this just rebuke. The
train gathered speed and mentally ran a countdown: for a 11 hours journey, I’ve
a seat for the first hour. Let me increase the “seat” quotient however
shameless my mind was raked through.
Now the clock showed 6:30 in the evening. Still no sign of
the TTE. My mind even got bold. I thought: here’s an opportunity to turn an
antagonistic man into a friendly one. Let me see if I have sufficient skills in the
mouth.
So I asked him,” Sir, I am going to Nagarjuna Sagar. Is it
better to get down at Miraylguda or Nalgonda?” That loosened his tongue though
my mind had already weighed the options and reached a decision. This was just an opening gambit. I can be the devil at times!
Slowly he warmed up to the conversation. I said,” I
spent the first twenty years of my life in Hyderabad. I am a Nizam college alumnus.” Then the conversation veered to Azharudin, the cricketer. You see he was my senior in Nizam and I don't lose any opportunity to milk that socially.
That got the man excited,” So you are a pucca Hyderabadi.”
When he learnt I was in St. Patrick’s, he asked,” Which
year?
I replied,” I passed my tenth in 1985.”
He patted my back,” I was in Seventh day Adventist. I
passed out in 1987. Both St. Patrick’s and Seventh Day Adventists are
neighbours on Sebastian road.
He introduced himself,” I am Raghuram Reddy.”
He talked about his army experiences while I engaged him on
NTR and how my father was well-known to the late Chief Minister. I even got
bold enough to say,” Raghu, you must listen to Adele. I find her extraordinary.”
Of late, I am a confirmed fan of the British singer.
We got so friendly that he said of his own accord,” I’ll speak to
the TTE and see you get a berth.”
Someshwara who was watching my friendly act from his upper side berth was so
impressed that he asked for my mobile number.
As for me, this was an exercise in communication. If the
mind is calm then you can even turn your adversary into a well-wisher. I felt
proud of myself that day. Pray there are similar occasions in the future. Pause
to reflect here: a tranquil mind has so many more options than getting easily
bruised and inflict hurt on itself and others. You take charge!
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