Tuesday, September 1, 2009
My eyes again switched between others and then back to the tall guy. People still say that what I’m saying is pure bullshit and that my head would have hit a pole and I was imagining. But I swear on my brother’s grave that the whole compartment was still staring at that guy as if they were watching the end of a movie. The train came to a halt and my eyes were still switching as if I was watching a ping pong match. Now the whole world knows that no one was found dead in the compartment number 727.That was our very own laughing committee compartment. Most of them including me were bleeding like hell but there were no screams, no panic nothing at all. All of them including me were still looking at that tall guy. As soon as the train halted this guy removed his grip from the pole and ran like a mad scientist towards us. He wasn’t hurt at all only his jeans had torn from his left knee. No one believed when the passengers of compartment number 727 said that this guy carried four people on his shoulders at a time. There were 108 passengers in that compartment so if we calculate 4 people at a time the conclusion is that it took this tall guy 27 rounds to empty our compartment. Even I wouldn’t have believed this conclusion if my eyes hadn’t witnessed this very own miracle.
That day the news channels got one hell of a story to showcase for two whole days and by third day they had even forgotten that hundreds of lives had been taken in this accident and don’t know how brought humor to this scenario. For example
“The derailed train destroys acres of rice fields. Basmati rice prices shoot up.”
Now yeah I have completed the story but one minor fact still remains. We know that this tall guy saved our lives. We know that he carried 108 people out of that compartment to safety. But what we didn’t know was that His left leg was missing. Our eyes were so fixed on finding that guy’s head somewhere near the sky that we never noticed that he was holding a walking stick in one hand. And then my mind traveled for a second in the past to that part where this tall guy was not running towards us but was hopping, bobbling from side to side.
Sometimes even I think that this incident never happened and that it is just a fragment of my mind. The news channels never saw that tall guy. The passengers of compartment number 727 never saw that guy. It was as if this guy was send by Jesus just for this incident. I’m not that type of guy who says tall tales. It’s just that I came across one which the passengers of compartment number 727 will remember for the rest of their lives.