Purely Not Original

I was returning from Rourkela to kgp in Ispaat express. A gorgeous, beautiful and Hot lady clad in blue jeans entered my boggie. From her looks and her sandle I guessed that she didnt get a A/C seat ... and thats why she was with me .. err ... in the same boggie. The boggie was all full with differnt kinds of people starting from Marwadis to Machliwalis .. As obvious she didnt get a seat and chose a place near one of the bathrooms to stand. Coincidentally I was right infront of her. I became naughty for some moments and enjoyed that standing beauty. Anyways that didnt last long as I was starting to feel embarrased for not giving a seat to the only lady in the compartment. But I couldnt out of my ego. After 10 mins a few guys came and stood near that gal and started maroing cali by reading Hindi Newspaper. She was feeling a lot awkward. I was giving my shameless smile sometimes and was enjoying that. But I wanted a lot to offer her a seat. But I thought she may think otherwise. Kgp was still 1 hr more. Then a TT came. She begged for an A/C seat. But the TT couldnt help. Then she scanned a few nearby places in desperatation for some relaxation . Ohh I forgot to add that She was going to Cal as I heard while she was talking to the TI. This time I had to do something. To hell with my Ego. I said her "aap yahn baith sakti hain ... , mera station aagaya " and went away to the opposite side of the boggie. I over heard a "Thanx". Now I was screwed up. I had to stand for another whole hour witha machliwali. Finally The train arrived at Kgp and I went out .. breathed heavily. I was about to go out of he station my father called me. I stood there and talked to my father for some 5-6 mins. ... bought a pepsi and started to drink. In the mean time I actually heard a "THANKS A LOT" ... turned around to see that it was the same gal with her warm and Gay voice. I suppose She realised my sacrifice. Actually while I was standing there the train started moving slowly and the gal could see me from inside.

A thin trim trim sound woke me up. I felt sweat all around myself. There were still 6 guys on my reserved berth. Anyways I deviated towards the sound. I saw a little gal around 7 years of age with some instruments like a flute in her mouth was playing some unknown tunes and was walking as slowly as possible. Infront of her was her little sister I suppose (as they looked alike) was painted all over her face with some blue coloured powder sort of thing. She was one of the cutest gal I have ever seen. She held a plate on which there were 2 50 paisa coins and a 1 rupee coin. But the most interesting thing was they were not begging. They were just as casual as other tress passers. But there pace was too slow. I wondered how could they enter such a crowded place - Size does matters. Anyways I should not but anyway felt pity for them. Immidiately I tried to give them some money. But for an instance I thought I am encouraging them to Beg. I was in a fix. To Help or Not to help. I didnt what to do. But they were passing by and I had to do something. I couldnt decide anything. Only thing I wanted was to see them for another 10 mins. I pulled out a Britannia BIscuit Pack from my bag and Handed over to the liitle gal. She immediately sat down and tried to open the pack. He elder sister accompanied her. Then a man standing there pushed them towards me in utter hate for them - I suppose he was a brahmin like me and wanted everything clean. Anyways I felt glad that they didnt react to that and were continuing there fight to open that Pack. That was one of the world's most beautiful thing I saw. Anyways they couldnt succeed. The little cute gal looked at me for help and handed me the biscuit pack. OKK ... I will do that- I said and took that pack back. But what i saw was the both were leaving. I told them to stop and showed them some Biscuits to eat. They started smiling. My heart melted. They peacefully sat down and ate the biscuits - the little one played more than eating it. The the elder sister told me that , " Humko laga babuji , aap majak kar rahe hain uske aandar kuchh nahin." Well it was spoken in some Bihari accent. I got that. But WHY ... Why did she think like that ? That still confuses me. I just looked at them and couldnt do anything than giving some biscuits. I dont know to whom I should scold. But I wanna scold.

Well I dont know if she was a whore or not but she seemed so from her looks and her talks. By the way I dont think Whore means some socially degradeble material. Well, I was in the same train. She had a beautiful figure - I would rate her 9/10- except for her clothes. She was Dark, tall around 5.5 inches, wore some sort of wrappings - I dont know what is thatdress called - most probably some torn clothes completely wrapped on her gorgeous body. She was selling some Hand Made Fans and termed it something called "hawai". Anyways I would say She herself was hawa hawai ... Just after 2 seconds I was killed by her eyes. Ohh God. I was loosing all my senses. But when the King of Devatas- the controller of senses (I am an atheist , By the way) can lose his senses why cant I. It was no doubt that her curves did attract me. Hey I forgot mention about the Chhatisgarhians in my berths who were going to Ahemadabad for some railway interviews. They were eating all kinds of zardas, pans and were spitting where ever possible. I was the only one in that 6 berths who had a reservation and who smoked peacefully there. The Chhtisgarhians were good guys I suppose. They did crack jokes a lot and were of our frequency in some respects. They started commenting that gal - The Whore. Those comments were not insulting - were just appreciations. She listened a lot but didnt react only told some thing in some unrecognizable language. But the comments became harsh and insulting. The gal turned around - I was again killed- and spoke, " wahi karun kaa main. tum log to wahi chahta hai, kaam kar rahi hun ekk mahine se aaur kisiko shaanti nahin, banun kaa ran** firse, tabhi to lut te the , aab kaa kiya humne" - flanged her so called chunari towads them. A pin Drop Silence - She went away. I was thoughtless for some minutes. I felt guilt.

At some unknown station the train stopped for a minute. I as usual searched for women and found one. She was around 17-18 years old as I suppose. She was from a lower class society. Anyways I dont see status :D. She was pretty lookng and was fair. There was standing a 2-3 years old kid - most probably her bro or sis. Anyways I wathched her for some 30 seconds. The train started and now I could see her more clearly. There was a RED BINDI on her fore head and SINDHOOR on her upper head. I couldnt decide between what I thought and what I saw.

It is quite unusual for me to accept that Gals can Look at me. I know how gorgeous I am. Anyways I saw a few beautiful gals at Nagpur - Called them Jeans walis. Actually I just ejoy beauties and usually I dont care if they fail to notice me (Kinda habituated to that). But this time they were noticing me. I thought they are watching somebody else. It took me 4- 5 Mins to get out of the train in that crowd. I heard some shssshshhshs and didnt try to break that code. I bought a Pepsi bottle and started drinking that backing those jeans walis. But this time I could clearly notice that they were noticing me. I thought as usual my pants have gone down to reveal my innerwear - checked for that occurancy - no it was not. Then what- I began feeling great as if I am a handsome guy and they are checking me Out. I posed at different positions . Now I heard some clear Shshshshsshshhhhsss .... tried to break that .. some thing like Kharagpur was decoded ... but how do they know I have came from kharagpur ..... What the F*** . They were checking out that T-Shirt not me. I was shattered completely but regained my composure. They threw some looks on me - I suppose - Look heres an IITian and not that here is a cool guy. The IIT Tag SUX in case of BANDIS ... they always look at TAGs only.

I dont know what I should term those kinds of gals. I saw her at Bhilai station. She was being accompanied by her father or some elder person. She and her father were looking for smething or somebody or were waiting for some trains. I couldnt guess what they were doing. My habit is to look continuosly look at beauties without caring for there approval - atleast I will get more looks than anybody else - in whatever sense - doesnt matter. This time I didnt care for her father and her father easily made it out that I am staring at her daughter - She too realised that her father has realised that I was looking at her. She turned her face away and I mine for a second to Smile. The next second I took my bloody idiots face out. Her father was talking to some TI or whoever I dont care. I looked at that gal continuosly. She did looked at me to .....