26th April 2013
Time : 2100 hours
Three of the seven people were ready at Chennai Central. Four more
to come and an hour and a half for our train to depart. Aadithya soon came and
I and Sri were off with him to capture the Yeswantpur Kamakhya AC Express that
was late by a huge margin. The surprise package involved was that a Bhusaval
WAM4 #21211 was its power from Chennai to Durgapur. It isn't everyday that you
get to see a WAM4 based at Bhusaval at Chennai and our excitement levels were
high. Southern Railways' section controllers were not interested in sending a
late running train ahead of 12621 Tamilnadu Express and thus it was made to
wait. TN departed at 2200 hours with WAP4 #22662, based at Erode, at its helm.
The announcement for the impending Rajdhani was on and just as the last coach
of TN exited the platform, 12434 Rajdhani Express entered with WAP7 #30318
based at Lallaguda as its power. Now our focus was once again on the AC
Express. My brain hoped for a parallel departure with Coimbatore bound Cheran
Express but again it was Cheran which got the proceed at 2210 hours. The AC
Express finally departed at 2220 hours and the Coimbatore weekly at 2230 hours.
We got the starter at 2240 hours before which, I and Aadithya ran from the fag end
of the platform till the entrance of Central to get dinner for the missing trio
of Sivakumar G, Parsuwanath J and Rajesh V sir. Their EMU had been delayed
badly and they barely managed to enter our train at 2235 hours with 5 minutes
left for the departure. Well, if you had not guessed by the departure time, we
were travelling by Erode bound Yercaud Express to Jolarpettai and it was
another WAP4 #22259 based at Erode that was our power.
27th April 2014
0048 hours.
Our train had reached Walajah Road and to our surprise the
mainline was given a proceed. This meant we were to be overtaken by 12657
Bangalore Mail. Soon enough, the usual blare of WAP7 was heard and the Mail
rushed past at MPS. Our bogie had a flat wheel and my berth was right on the
wheel which meant my sleep was as good as dead, for the night. We were looped
again. This time it was for an overtake by Chennai Yeswantpur Weekly Express.
Four of us alighted to capture the overtake from the platform. The TTE wanted
someone else to join us on the platform. It was a ticketless traveller who had
boarded the train. He was drunk and his choice of words towards the TTE made us
gasp. I bet I heard every abusive word in Tamil I know. To our agony, he
decided to vent his anger on the train and decided to throw something on it. He
was so clever that by the time he realized that he could throw stones on our
train, we were inside the coach. I was a little late in understanding the
situation and thus, the last to board the train. The TTE was all set to bang
the door as soon as I entered but to my luck, the knob on the door entered by
pant pocket and got stuck. The people around thought that the drunkard was
pulling me and they pulled me inside. Thankfully, I could explain to them that
it was the knob which caught my pant and saved an embarrassment. Barely had I
got in when it struck to the drunkard about the stones and he started throwing
them on the train. The so-called Railway Protection Force who had prevented us
from standing near the door even when the door was closed, were nowhere to be
seen now. Even the signalman came to us on the other side and asked where they
RPFs were. The stone pelting spree continued until the Yeswantpur bound express
thrashed the station. The drunkard had been throwing stones from the mainline
and I guess he backed off as soon as he spotted this train. Thanks to him, all
our hopes of a good video was spoilt and we could not even enjoy the overtake
as the other passengers started waking up and asking us what had happened. Some
people were of the opinion that we were the trouble makers.
We reached Jolarpettai on time. Tickets were booked for the
journey to Gudiyattam by Yelagiri Express. Narayanan Kailas from Bangalore
joined us, reaching Jolarpettai by Kaveri Express and Rajesh sir bid farewell.
The two CBC biggies, Thiruvananthapuram Chennai Mail and Mangalore Chennai
Superfast who skip Jolarpettai were the next big fishes to catch. Surprisingly,
it was the Mangalore Express which skipped Jolarpettai first. Hardly two
minutes later, the Thiruvananthapuram Mail entered Jolarpettai but came to a
screeching halt as the former had not gone a far distance. It was quite
disappointing for everybody. We departed soon after the Mail and reached our
final destination, Gudiyattam.
Time 0750 Hours
I, Aadithya and Sri decided to explore the curve which we thought
was a kilometre from the railway station towards Jolarpettai. The seniors were
not interested but grudgingly allowed us to do so. We didn’t carry any water
bottles with us which proved to be a grave mistake. Walking on a foot wide path
adjacent to the railway track and switching sides every 200 metres, we finally
reached that curve after nearly 45 minutes. Going by the distance boards, we
had walked 2 kilometres. It would have been faster if we had stuck to one side
of the track instead of crisscrossing it half a dozen times. When we finally
reached a location about 50 metres from the track with the curve in sight, the
view was magnificent. We could view the Gudiyattam home signal which ensured
that we do not miss any train bound for Katpadi and beyond. The honk of the
trains bound for Jolarpettai and beyond at the station 2 kilometres yonder
ensured the same. The main trains like the Coimbatore bound Shatabdi, the Chennai
bound Shatabdi, the Chennai bound AC Express and the Bangalore bound Double
Decker were captured in great style. Double Decker was hauled by WAP7 #30357 of
Royapuram shed. Parsuwanath had joined us meanwhile but his entry wasn’t
welcoming to us as he didn’t have water with him. Well he did have a bottle
with barely half a mouthful of water left which we shared. Soon after the
Double Decker, we started trekking back to the station. This time we walked
along the path till the home signal. The path ended there and we crossed the
tracks to the path on the other side. The home signal showed proceed and I knew
Lalbagh was just round the corner. The path was very close to the tracks and a
high speed train could throw me off the mound if not crush me under its wheels.
I just skidded down the balancing by slightly sitting. Thankfully my pant
wasn’t torn. This path was strewn with thorns and thorny plants and my leg was
quite hurt. There were another seven hundred metres to go. It might not seem a
long distance but when your tongue is parched and legs are dead, it is, by any
means, horrible. A honk was heard and Lalbagh raced towards Chennai. The slow
trudge back to the station continued. Aadithya and Sri, thanks to being thin,
were slightly ahead. Parsuwanath had started quite late and was trailing me.
There was no strength left in anyone to call the other. In about 10 minutes,
all of us reached the shop near the station that unfortunately had only 2
litres of water. We nearly gulped down the liquid and despite exceeding my
share with Aadithya, my thirst was not appeased. I could have easily drunk
another litre, given the level of dehydration due to sweat.
We reached the others in the station who, in the meanwhile, had
taken a nap. However, they had bought Puri and Kuruma for us which we ate
greedily. The regular trains zipped past in both directions. It was around 1200
hours when we felt the pangs of boredom. Most of the usual trains in both the
directions were gone. There wasn’t any train we expected till the two Durontos,
the Yeswantpur – Howrah and its counterpart. A few freights thundered past, a
few crawled. The sun took its toll on our body and it only added to our
boredom. Efforts to kill the boredom like playing cricket with bottle and
pebbles didn’t seem to produce the desired effect. To add to our misery, the
Yeswantpur bound Duronto which generally runs well before time was an hour and
55 minutes late. Pangs of hunger were satiated with snacks, of which we had a
good stock.
The boredom was finally destroyed by the shock at 1418 hours. The
signals signalled the arrival of some train within a couple of minutes. We were
expecting the Howrah bound Duronto from Yeswantpur to rampage through the
station. Surprisingly, it was a 12 hour 40 minutes late running Kerala Express
bound for New Delhi, hauled by a WAP4 from Lallaguda shed, numbered 22592. It
took a while for us to reconcile to the fact that it was indeed the Kerala
Express. The realisation dawned upon us a few minutes later. The Kerala express
bound for Thiruvananthapuram a few days back, had been diverted due to an
accident near Nellore and had arrived nearly 20 hours late. The train had
departed nearly 14 hours late and had made up about 2 hours. It was a total
surprise and that was enough to make us rejoice. Within a couple of minutes,
the Duronto bound for Howrah chased Kerala Express to Katpadi. An overtake at
Katpadi seemed on the cards. This brought about another discussion. Kerala
Express and Duronto take different routes beyond Katpadi but meet again at
Renigunta to follow the same route up to Vijayawada in Andhra Pradesh. However,
between Katpadi and Renigunta, the Duronto takes the route to Arakkonam and
then the Melpakkam bypass to reach Renigunta via Venkatanarasimharajuvaripeta
while Kerala Express reaches Renigunta via Tirupati. The discussion lasted
about twenty minutes but no conclusion was made.
The Howrah bound Duronto had passed at 1425 hours. The Yeswantpur
bound Duronto finally crossed at 1435 hours. If only it had been ten minutes
earlier, we would have witnessed a terrific crossing. Our luck was low and this
was all we got. The last train we witnessed was the Santragacchi bound Vivek
express from Mangalore. This train caused quite a furore as Aadithya didn’t
know about such a train from his favourite town and Narayanan wasn’t sure about
its run that day. All doubts were thrown apart when it finally crossed at 1537
hours to be closely followed by our train back to Katpadi, the passenger bound
for Arakkonam from Bangalore. It was hauled by a WAM4 of AJJ shed, numbered
21233 and the surprise. The surprise was a dead WAG7 from Ludhiana shed in
Punjab, numbered 27670. We bid good bye to Narayanan who was to return to
Bangalore by the Intercity which was expected in a few minutes. All the
exertion now broke loose as I slept through the twenty five kilometres to
Katpadi Junction. I was woken up at Katpadi by the others and two hours of
whiling away the time followed. The notable train we spotted was the Jayanti
Janata Express to Kanyakumari from Mumbai on the huge Katpadi curve.
As time drew close for the arrival of Brindavan which would
transport us to Chennai, debates began on whether the Premium Special Express
to Patna from Bangalore Cantonment would overtake our train or not and if so,
where. We all agreed that the overtake would be at Walajah Road where we had a
halt. The express bound for Dhanbad in Jharkhand from Alappey in Kerala arrived.
The starter was given well before the loco stopped. The train departed in a
couple of minutes. The next in line was our Brindavan. Our train entered
Katpadi bang on time with the same loco that hauled the Double Decker to
Bangalore in the morning. In case you scrolled back till the point where the
link to Double Decker was given, you are appreciated as a hardcore Railfan. Brindavan
was badly and madly crowded. I and Aadithya ran through the crowd thronging the
platform, closely followed by the others. Just as we were about to board the train,
a glance to check if the others had followed us showed me that the starter was
yet to be given. A small doubt crept across. When a good for nothing train like
the Alappey Dhanbad Express that was undoubtedly going to get overtaken by us
before Chennai was given a starter well before the loco even crossed half the
platform, why not Brindavan, a full minute after its stop. The doubt was
destroyed by the crowd as we depended on Parsuwanath’s height and build to
force the illegal occupants of our seats to be chucked out. None of us had a
window seat. In my row, the window seat occupant was as much a stranger to me
as I was to some street urchin of Cambodia. Parsuwanath sat in the middle with
me at the aisle. A flash of light passed and the doubt which had crept in just
before boarding the train, hit me in full throttle. What if the Premium
overtook us at Katpadi itself? The streak of light made me realise that it was
indeed the Premium that was all set to overtake us at a high speed. I jumped
across to the window, landing on Parsuwanath and keeping the camera on the
window sill. Half a second is all my camera requires, to start a video but that
delay was enough to miss the loco of the Premium. The rest of the train was
covered in the video though. Since nobody else had anticipated the overtake at
Katpadi, I was the only one to get a video. Thankfully, both Parsuwanath and
the stranger forgave me for landing on them without a prior notice.
We departed soon but were stopped, after a good run, in the middle
of nowhere. After nearly twenty minutes, we skipped the station at whose home
signal we had been put up. The Dhanbad bound express was overtaken here. A good
ensued and ensured we reach Arakkonam nearly on time. We had a parallel entry into
Arakkonam with Sapthagiri Express bound for Chennai from Tirupati. We were
given the starter and thanks to procuring the window seat from the stranger
with the request of all of us sitting together, I dozed off again. When I woke
up we had reached Basin Bridge Junction and it was a matter of two kilometres
to reach our destination. We entered Chennai Central at 2125 hours. The Premium
which had overtaken us was nowhere to be seen. So the Chennai guys were quick
to change the loco and send it. We bade goodbye to each other. My dad had
promised to be at Central to pick me up. He called me up to tell that he was
waiting beyond the Southern Railway Head Quarters as the confusion at the
parking zone at Central was too high. Overcome by fatigue, I trudged along the
Poonamalee High Road for about half a kilometre when I finally saw them. I don’t
generally sleep during a car journey but this time, I was tired beyond
imagination. The only thing I did before hitting the bed at home was a text message
to Sivakumar G that I had reached home safely. Within seconds of reaching home,
the bed was hit and sleep was all that gave me happiness.
Ssk
