The Train!!

Nopes you got it all wrong if you were expecting a review of the movie 'THE TRAIN'. Actually wats there to write ... its a typical Emraan Hashmi movie with a lotta titillating scenes and then some more ( a friend of mine has all the important scenes 'CUT' to size that nearly sum up the movies' worth :D ).

AC coaches are the corridors of opportunity for fantabulous stories to take shape was what my friend propounds. He has a story to support the same.

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Long story cut short: they meet on the train, strike a conversation and neva look back

"Since then I have been in touch with her and we have been out a number of times. I guess she's the one." He says.

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Lets give this theory a try I thought. And so booked a ticket for my journey back home in a A.C coach ( Ahaa!! a corridor of fantabulous happenings :) )

Lugging my huge bag and my lappie along I got into the train, with great expectations of what could become of this, one day :D.

I entered the compartment and as I was searching for my seat, I could see a lean guy sitting in one of the far off berths. I prayed to god, please, not him, not beside me. God heard my prayers, but wanted to fool around I guess, and there, my seat was right opposite the Lean guy( from now on Mr.L). As I moved in, I found another guy right beside me(from now on Mr.V). " Hey there!", he said.
"Hi", I replied and settled in my seat. 2 down of 8 ( :( ) I thought.

Mr.L in the mean time removed a huge box and before I could blink, had gulped a couple of candies I thought. Having done this, he climbed onto the top berth and went into hiding.

Mr.V, as I had understood was in a habit of yapping and boasting and blabbering,
started to make friendly conversation about how he never had been to this place and how he had always stuck to Mumbai, about his passions and his job as a software engineer and his promotions and rupee appreciation and resorts and boozing adventures and just then I lost track of what he was yapping about.

As the train started to move a Fat guy ( Mr. F ) rushed in and I was sure it was 3 down, he waded past the passengers in between and reached to the place beside Mr.L. As I later found out, he was a Yapper , listener, yapper. So was in sync with Mr.V s' yapping.
Mr.F was some kinda pharma marketing guy who was there on a meeting which later in the chat I realised was a kinda court marshal for some gimmicks he had done in claiming travel allowances.(hes **cked I thought).

Two more stations and one more down! another marketer from a book publishing house this time. Meanwhile Mr.L got out from his hiding and opened his box which by now I had realised had medical/health potions. And there, he had a spoon of Chawanprash and licked the spoon clean. I was still wondering as to why he was carrying all that stuff on a overnight journey. Anyways he went in to hiding quickly and the next hour or so was like Yapp Yapp Yapp( Mr. V) and Yapp silence Yapp( Mr. F) ....

Mr.V and Mr.F continued there discussions as if they were long lost brothers.
Mr.V in his typical bragging style and Mr.F in his "I stil dont know why they called me here" tone.In the middle of all this, there was another of Mr.L acts of self medication when he climbed down and had SAFI...I was like only f***ng v***** is left now.. nuthgn else to swallow. he quickly climbed back in to his hideout( top berth).

After these series of unfortunate events Mr.V pulled out a bottle of vodka and invited me over. I declined the offer and climbed up my berth to sleep. Just then a couple walked in and occupied the passage way seats. I was too exhausted to think of anything else and just dozed off after counting 6 down and I guess no more to go :(!

Long story cut short: There are no fantabulous opportunties anywhere.