We were on the way to Paris. The train was wobbling away from Munich at a slumber pace.
As exciting are the train journeys in India; as much boring they are elsewhere.
I realized (sadly) that there was not going to be any 'chaiii chaiiii' (Tea) selling attendant in the train.
I eventually decided to explore around a bit. Took a left and started moving forward (opposite to the direction of the moving train). The doors at the end of each coach were opened on the press of a red button near the side of the door.
After some 5 coaches the next door refused to open completely. I tired some 5-6 times and it opened just one third of the frame.
Can i squeeze through it? Let me see...naa...if only just a little more wide perhaps.
With nothing else to do I went back to my coach for some shut eye.
zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz
Woke up around 7.....what happened in the night you ask??? That’s a total new blog entry!!!!
Took a right and continued my search for 'chaii'. Paris was still some 2 hours away. After some 3-4 coaches was obstructed by a lady who was struggling with her luggage. I stood behind her and didn't even mutter as much as an 'excuse me'. (For the pathway was only big enough for one)
After a while she looked back, saw me and apologetically said "Bocsánat" (buchaaarnot?)
[Pronounced "bochanot", Hungarian word for 'Sorry', 'Excuse me'].
Immediately my mind went to the sitcom "Mind your language" to the character of Zoltan Szabo. Sooo lost in thought at hearing this was I , that I didn't even noticed that the lady was nearly hugging the side of the train and lifting her luggage over her head so as to let me pass.
"Sorry", I said.
"Bocsánat", she repeated.
"That’s what means isn’t it ....Hungarian aren’t you !" and for some strange reason , I made a action on eating when I said this ! (Dunce)
"Bocsánat", she repeated.
"Bocsánat", I beamed (my feet going nowhere).
"barg gargb wubber wubber ding a along" said a man suddenly appearing beside her.
Instinctively, I turned and headed back to my coach. I thought I heard some snickering behind me.
To this day I do NOT know whether I could have got hold of some tea in the later section on the train.
My head was full of Hungary, Bucharest and buchaaarnot, no sooner did I see my friends, I started mumbling
‘You know what just happened.....mind your language ....Hungary ....buchaaarnot.......!'.
The look on their faces and the mismatched wavelength was enough for me to stop my mumbling, though I still remained lost in Hungarian thoughts.
After a while, got up, took the left and wandering ahead. Again crossed some 5 coaches and came to the door that was not opening the night before. What I saw through it made my heart skip more than a couple of beats. That was the last coach of the train and had I managed to squeeze through it last night , I , no doubt would lie clobbered on the tracks on Nantes.
I went close to the door and peered at the fast disappearing tracks outside, my heart was in my foot now.
After gazing through it for a few moments, I recovered slightly and turned back.
As I did so I nearly crashed into a lady coming out of the train restroom. Taken aback, I stumbled backwards towards the door.
Then I saw who that lady was,
"Bocsánat", she said!!!
P.S : She still haunts me .............
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Thursday, December 9, 2010
Friday, August 27, 2010
Europa !
In one of the popular sitcoms 'Friends' : Joey says to Chandler that the best way to pick up someone is to narrate a fascinating story. And he begins his story by saying
'When I was backpacking through central europe....'. This sentence stuck with me , whenever I thought of europe this funny sequence used to come up to my mind.
And now my so called 'Euro-Trip' is coming to a end. I don't see myself back in Europe in the near future. Why?. Thats a whole new story , lets leave it at that for now.
Now , what do I remember when I think of Europe ?
The trips to Germany (nachwanstien,munich) , France (Paris),Switzerland(Interlaken,Luzern,Bern and Zurich) , Italy(Venice),Czech Republic (Prague) and Austria (Salzberg).......
The numerous good humoured fights between friends.- :)
The more than numerous bad humoured fights with others. - :X
The shops that close as early as 7 P.M !. - Clearly no indian businessman is well established here. :P
The Cold weather of March-April to the searing heat of June-July. - The numerous fights regarding the temperature of the AC in the office. :D
A special mention to Alison , Anabel and Aniston (speculating on the 3rd name) : The lovely Tour Guides ;)
(Thats the new profession , Barney Stinson are you taking notes?? )
The 'oh so many ' discussions with myself ( :| and many discussions with others ( lol )
The 2 haircuts I had whilst I was here. : Boy o Boy
The fussball night with Manuella and Bob. Manuella beat Bob 10 to nothing , boy was that embarrasing.
The night party at cafe walch. Had a couple of Red bulls while others were having alcoholic drinks and ended up staying awake for most of the night ! :
The world cup betting program at office. Had put the money (not literally) on Holland. So near , yet so far. :(
Falafel. The only Veg dish that the eataries make here.
The African safari and the Maruthi-800. What is this you ask ? I am sorry , there is nothing more that I could possible reveal in a public domain. :P
The junkies (hippes, call 'em what you like: Greeen,Red of Blue haired , over tattooed , drunk , satan worshiping , dog keeping 'people') that used to sit in front of KFC.
The talk at the coffee breaks. :)
One tipsy turvy ride at Prater. (With BRAVE Anurag , who was shouting MUMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMYYYYYYYYYYY the whole ride !! )
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Oh so much , but mainly I will remember the time spent with people here : Alpa,Anurag,Rahul,Raj,Sanjay,Sudhansu (in alpabetical order : Love em all you see :P)
and I will indeed remember and miss Vienna , the quiet city with an endearing charm that seeped into my heart.........
I came to europe with just one funny sequence in mind....and now I leave it with ..........
P.S : If I indeed have a hard time remembering things I have 50 Gigs of photos , a clear abuse of memory space I know !
P.P.S : I know there is no relation between the pictures and the text accompaning it , but then again , there was not supposed to be one either !
Aloha und Adios EUrope!!
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