I particularly mentioned ‘1’ in the title because there are many more to come as I frequently go to Mumbai. I have traveled on this route God knows how many times. But I have never got a bit bored.
Journeys have always made me happy. There is instant improvement in my mood. Like if I have left my home after a fight, My mood will change till I reach my destination. Travelling has always been my favorite. No matter how I am going to travel – by train, bus or air – I always enjoy it thoroughly.
I have wrote a similar post before, on Surat to Hyderabad. you might want to read. http://roohani-trendsonmamindroundtheworld.blogspot.in/2012/05/mumbai-to-hydrebad.html
I mostly travel by train. So most of my journey notes here will be on train, of train, by me.
Most of these or everything you can say, is regular stuff you see on train.
As some of you know I prefer window seats, this time I got one. So I didn’t have to got to search one. Wind in your hair, thoroughly gripping novel, a beautiful view with hills on the horizon and music in your ears, what more would you ask for?
So when I boarded my train I found five ‘chillars’ were going to travel beside me. Children are so irritating sometimes. These were too at some extent. There were worse I had faced before so I didn’t mind them much.
Every station gets new vendors in the boogie selling what its famous for besides tea and coffee. I am so used to this route and also because I live in the same state I know by heart what should you eat on which junction. I came savoring most of it. The vendors have their territory in trains too. They divide boogies between them. If any other comes in their boogie they fight cats and dogs.
My native has a station in between though my train doesn’t stop there. I saw those mango orchids having baby mangoes. They were mouthwatering even on trees. I wonder how would I wait till they come into the market. I saw some village schools from the window. They had no feel of institution. They looked like a small house. It exactly looked like those kindergartens and playschools that run in bungalows. Some really picturesque places came in between but the moving train made it impossible to take some good pictures.
My favorite part of every journey from Surat to Mumbai is after train crosses Gujarat border and the hills start to appear. Right from when I was a child to till today, I always looked forward to see these hills. The salt pans near the ‘Khadis’ – creeks of Mumbai reminded me of my visits to Dandi and other beaches with my parents.
The one and only thing I hate about journeys is people staring at me. From three people standing, two were staring at me. So every time they talk in themselves you constantly think they are talking about you. Though I know there is less of that but still the thought nags you. There were some friendly and known people around. We shared our train experiences with others.
When you start your journey you have people around who speak your mother tongue. Once you cross the state border more and more people come in talking in their mother tongue. So till I was in Gujarat I was able to follow the conversations around and once I entered Maharashtra it felt like many Tushar kapoors from Golmaal were talking around.