continuation of "tour de banian-jetty"...

What's with kids, trains & holiday season? Half the train was filled with kids alone. I was in a major search to find atleast,atleast one chick, but my search ended up in vain. (allthough I saw one good one when I was just about to get down). If I would have found before also it would have been very difficult for me with these kids around. There were one hundred kids in my compartment, six in my coupe. (yeah! six kids, jumping, crawling, crying, kusstying' doing all that they can to stop the rest of us travelling from doing whatever we want to do). There was one guy who immitated superman & one some pokeman (now that was somethinng different). I was remembering my childhood. I was never naughty, my pop would chop me if I were to do anything wrong (according to him which was wrong & it used to be everything i did). That never stopped me from doing whatever I wanted to do. Jumping from trees, breaking house windows(once broke a bathroom window),stepping out from examination halls halfway just because I see few friends playing, planting bombs in the middle of the road in cowdungs!. It looked like these kids were nothing compared to how I was, yet they were adorable(I will post one kid's photo, if her pop sends me). Plugged my discman, played Oasis & entered the kingdom of unconsiousness, sleep...zzzzzz.
When I got up I was wearing only one fourth of what I wore when I boarded the train. I had removed everything except one shorts & Tshirt. It was getting really hot (hoped that it could have been due to some chick!). Cursed myself very badly for having drunk that cup of kaapi, without which I would have been happily snooring away to glory!. I always curse my dad for living there. I considered that place a remote village filled with cotton, textiles, more cotton & more textiles, didn't realise that how that image is going to change in few hours time.
It was little past noon, the train was succesfully late as usual. I set my foot on the tiruppur soil with the sun blazing to what it felt like 45c(but it was actually some 32c). My dad had come in his maruti to pick us up. I must say he deserves a place in the F1, not certainly because he could drive fast. For me whoever is driving in tiruppur so far without running over anyone, atleast a cow or a dog, & is still alive is god. My dad is god (i feel especially during my pocket money days!) but sometimes you get really irriatated especially when he drives & it happened this time around too. One cycle guy over took him & that too from the right, it was that look he gave that made me loose my control. I gave my pop one look, he undestood luckily, we overtook that bugger. The best part was when my pop gave him a look (first a cycle guy overtakes u & later u overtake him, not only that u also give a look, how funny!!!). Just then one Mercedes E class.....

To be continued......

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