I was coming by 16566, Mangalore-Yasvantpur train. My night was mostly sleepless on account of co-passengers talking and watching videos. I logged in to twitter once again after two months to log a complaint with railway. But, for some reason I did not do that. They were surely not supposed to be on sleeper class. But, just recently, in Kerala alone, railway had suspended 8 trains for two months owing to some track repair and labour crunch. With such strained infrastructure, it might not be good to complain about few extra people in sleeper coach. But, they should also ensure that they are not disturbing others who are sleeping and plan to attend offices the next day. Anyway, after having breakfast from Salem, I slept for about two hours and woke up just before reaching Kuppam.
Just after train left Kuppam station, before the nearest railway gate, I saw a small, mostly monotonous house. But, it had one very striking feature. It was a few pieces of brightly coloured squares on the outer wall. It was surely not going well with rest of the house. But, for a moment it made me think. Perhaps the owner wanted to do something different from what is seen in the nearby houses. Perhaps he wanted to make his children happy in whatever way possible by him. Whether it was about satisfying his own ego or about making his small family happy, he has tried with his limited resources. Now, that house should be his little heaven.
For a moment, for me, the weekend family man, thus person became an enviable symbol of happiness!
Suddenly, just after the gate, I saw a burial ground. A small but cramped one on the banks of Kuppam lake. And guess what, there were bodies buried in water. It must have been dry land when burials took place. But then water should have entered later. Further away, there were tombstones clearly standing on the lake.
Now, the two sides of the railway gate reminds me of two contrasting images. One of all the worldly pleasures and our rush to get them and the other, the momentous nature of this entire life. During this small life you fight, you get angry, you get happy, you get rich, you get famous... but, you may still not own even six feet after all these.
Now, I don't get my six feet. So, should I end my war here? No! Whether I fight or not, I will not get that final six feet. So, it is not about the final six feet. Its about all that which comes before that!
