Category — Travel

Seen near a dhaba on the way to Sambra.

Update : On further enquiry, I found out that the ad was for a shop available on rent. There was no plot (or polt) for sale!!!

My younger brother and me were all set to go to Bangalore. I did a last minute check on everything - Reservation tickets ( to and fro ), water, packed dinner and other required stuff. I also checked on my brother to see whether he has taken all the necessary documents for his admission at AHA. All set and done.

The train was supposed to leave Belgaum at 6.45 pm. We arrived well in time on the station (a 10 min walk from our house). The train arrived half an hour late and our seats were AC-3 tier B2 with nos 2 & 3 (or thats what i thought!). I had checked the seat numbers on the tickets when i bought it. So there was no need to check it again. We went straight into the coach and occupied the seats. I noticed that there a was a book lying on one of the seats. “The Motorcycle Diaries” by Ernesto ‘Che’ Guevara. Hmmm… may be the person who had the seat earlier left it or forgot it here. Anyways, it would be a good read, i thought.

Just before the train left the station, an old man (bald and looking very shewd) got in and sat infront of us. “Mine is 4″, he said. I tried to smile but could only put up a fake one… Same was the case with my bro. [Read more →]