Journey, Trip, Pictures, words…thousands of them….
Bangalore to New Delhi in one of India’s quintessential experiences, the train journey.
And it was all that and more.
The people were mostly so uncomplicated, the train rocked (literally), the sensation of the better part of half the length of this huge landmass having rolled under you, the sights of endless greenery, fields, simple folk, jungles, vast open spaces, no overcrowding, no trash, then the cities, each “station”‘s approach brought the garbage, the smells, the stagnant waters, the de-humanizing life lived by so many on the edge, literal and figurative, of our cities, the rag-pickers….the faceless ones sitting on railway station benches, watching how many steel wheels clack by, the vendors, the sense of urgency, then back to rolling greens, bullock carts, my co-passenger on his samsung galaxy note III…yes, III, whatsapping and facebooking for 30 of the 36 hours, the terrible railway food served by the sweetest, simplest folk, the chance, mind-boggling synchronicity of meeting two cool young guys in the smoking section, our worlds connected in the most un-expected and intimate of ways…the weird juxtaposition of being in an air conditioned box, looking out at what looked like authentic freedom, the random, illegal alighting from the train in the middle of now-here, and wanting to just walk away into the forest, the rough yanking of my toes at 6 am for a cup of tea I never wanted (bad tea in India, how we have fallen!!!), then delhi……..I thought I’d let you see it caption free…the selfie’s are me in rasta mon mode