The time my train got blown up…almost

I think I’ve had my fair share of near death experiences for a while. I’ve written about one before, and a few days ago I was reminded of another one that I thought would be fun to force upon the internet.
This one had quite a few other people involved in it as well, a whole train full of them. It could’ve been a great place to meet people going through similar problems, but for some reason everyone there was really cranky. Could’ve been the heat, it was Mumbai after all. Maybe it was the fact that there was a bomb on the train? Or perhaps people were just in a bad mood because the vacations were almost over. Either way, people were not friendly.

A simple hello would’ve sufficed

So my family was just on its way home from Gujrat where we had gone for a trip and almost got killed by five wild lionesses on the loose ten metres from us, and we were tired and wanted to relax. The fates had something else in store for us.
The train from Mumbai was I think newish. It was painted a horrendous yellow and green color that screamed
“I WANT TO BLIND PEOPLE” whenever you saw it. Maybe it didn’t literally scream it, but you get my point right?

This is the best train I can manage…DON’T JUDGE ME!!!

Yeah so we got to our berths and I was already on the upper one, with my earphones on and ready to forget about the difficulties in life that a 15 year old faces on a daily basis. I usually start the music after the train starts, because then I have another excuse for ignoring people who talk to me. Trains are loud creatures and I use that weakness shamelessly. But the train refused to start. 5 minutes went by and then 10 and then 15 and I was getting really pissed because my mp3 player was running out of life. So I finally descended to the level of mortal beings and then waited with my family for what felt like eternity till the ticket guy told us that it was going to take even more time. And the people in the compartment next to us started whispering about bombs. That whispering continued for a while and soon enough, it was confirmed. There was a bomb threat. 

Now, 26/11 had happened only a year ago or so, and it was still pretty fresh in everyone’s head. So I don’t completely blame people for panicking, but it was funny nevertheless. To me. Other people weren’t amused in the least.
No one was allowed to get on the train, or get off it. There were police people on the platform looking extremely serious. Even I was starting to worry a bit. I had a dog at home. Who was going to take care of him? Who was going to force feed him food that other dogs kill for just because he wasn’t in the mood for it? Who was going to give him belly rub every five minutes? Who was he going to yell at when he got bored? It was a bit too much for my mind to handle, so I decided a nap would help.

I mean really, insensitive much?

We could here sniffer dogs barking in the distance. At that moment, my father went all
“Screw it, I’m going to sleep.” and he did.
That earned us some pretty shocked looks from the other passengers. And to make things better, my sister decided it would be cool to excitedly talk about the bombs and what it would be like if they found the bomb…, so that the passengers who were previously unaware of their impending death were now painfully made aware of that. That earned her a scolding from some random police guy nearby who declared that my sister singlehandedly was the reason that people all over the world panic. I couldn’t agree more, though in her defense, if the ticket collector hadn’t been talking about it in the first place, she wouldn’t have known at all.

Then as if all of that wasn’t enough, sniffer dogs entered the bogey and started, well, sniffing around. They were cute though, so I forgave them. After they’d left, some guys in the booth next to ours discovered a bag. An unclaimed bag with no owner and no tag. To top it off, it had been kept stashed in the corner, pretty much out of sight. Panic rose, the police came back and the owner of the bag had all his clothes thoroughly handled by a lot of people. This is actually why I don’t like bright colored undergarments. In cases like this one, it makes you look silly. You can’t go wrong with black and white. Yes this is a fashion blog now.

coming up next…should you wear pajamas all day long???

Unfortunately, the only interesting thing in that guy’s bag were his inners, so his stuff was stuffed back into the bag unceremoniously and  ignored.

After maybe 2-3 hours, it was declared that there was no bomb, and people were allowed to board or leave the train again. The owner of the mysterious colorful small clothes bag was given a lot of flak for leaving the train to get a cup of tea. I think he deserved it.

And some time after the train had left the station, my father woke up, groggily told us that he knew there was no bomb there all along, and went back to sleep. I was also pretty unaffected though, to be honest so I can’t make fun of him as much as I want to. And even though people had spent an entire night on the train, the next day they were in a horrible rush to get out as if the bomb was going to explode right after we hit the platform again. That’s not how it works. That’s not how any of this works.

But it was a pretty fun story to tell people at school. I might have bragged about it a bit. About almost getting blown up along with hundreds of other innocent people for really no reason. Not quite sure why I thought it was brag worthy…oh well, I was 15. Since my classmates were also 15, they didn’t believe me. Until they saw the news that day… yup. My train made headlines. I am a legit celebrity now.

So now if I ever see a movie about exploding trains, I can legitimately say that I have survived an almost bombed train. I still don’t know why I feel like this is something I should boast of. But I do. So this stays. Though it is uncomfortable having to wait for hours at a station because a group of people decided it would be fun to kill random strangers. Seriously, terrorism sucks.

Anyone else been in any exploding trains or buses or helicopters?

Shortest Horror Story : SUBMISSIONS

Typing that word up there gave me goosebumps. Really.

For so long I had heard people complain about submissions, and had dismissed all their rants as, well, rants. Now however, I am on my way to join those people.

I have never been the person with complete notes, so I guess this shouldn’t be a surprise. In school, since my teachers mostly liked me, I was let off easy. In high school, I think I had one notebook for all my subjects, for two years. And I didn’t go past the first ten pages. It wasn’t like anyone was checking our books anyway. College is different.

No one tells you that you have to complete six 10 page assignments for 5 subjects in one week. No one tells you that the fifth assignment was a complete mistake, and that you shouldn’t have done it. No one tells you that it isn’t a week, you have to submit it tomorrow and get less than perfect marks because the submission date was actually today.

Nobody told you? Your fault. Oh, and there’s exams starting in two days. Get to doing the assignment that will take all day and not  help at all in your exam okay? And make sure to attend college, because if you don’t we won’t accept your work, which means you won’t get to attend the exams and so you will fail.

Half day? Is that even a thing? Nope. We’ve actually added an hour so that our teachers can do what they were supposed to be doing all these weeks but didn’t because they were too busy cracking lame jokes or just not showing up for classes (I thought only students were supposed to do that. WTF teachers?). So now you have to attend college from 9 to 5.

Extra classes before and after college. You don’t need lunch breaks, you’ll learn to survive on knowledge. Bathroom breaks? Did you know the going to the bathroom is a sign of having a weak mind? SIT DOWN!!!

Okay, so maybe I exaggerated a bit at the end, but seriously, only a bit. And WordPress nearly deleted this post again. Why do you hate me WordPress? I am not the only one who uses you to unload all the crap they think up.

I like engineering, really, I do, but I had seen people studying engineering, and they seemed pretty free. They had time to come to my house and hit on my sister nearly all day long, i had seen them being online all day long, I’d seen them being completely useless all day long, so I figured that it was an easy thing to do. Engineering, that is. Being useless is an art form that I am never going to master. As is hitting on my sister.

Those people must have bribed their college or kept a person in their basement to complete all their work for them because it seems impossible to do anything else during submissions. I am typing with my left hand because my write hand is busy writing even now.

So this means that I have spent the time I could have used to complete two more answers in cribbing about not having time to complete those answers. I know, it made complete sense to do that.

And a big “Thank You” to OM for re-blogging my last post so that my new stats will look completely ruined because of that one day.

The young old people

So I decided to crawl out of the rock I was living under for the past few years and actually see what sites were good…I’d heard of WordPress,  tumblr,  twitter… haven’t we all. And I thought to myself, how difficult can it be for a teenager to figure out these silly websites? It should be pretty easy right? WRONG!!!

I understood nothing of what I was supposed to do. I’ll admit that I have been away from the Internet for a really long time, but even so, those sites were there when I went into my self imposed exile. They were very different. And today I felt like a complete noob, having to Google
“What is RSS? ” and
“Adding some buttons on my blog” and
“How do I open a new tab”

No kidding. I’m sure I looked like this. Only with a bit more hair

Okay so maybe I know how to add buttons, but the others are completely unexaggerated (inexaggerated? ).
If I were to give myself excuses, they would sound like,
“It’s not like I’ve ever used these sites before!”
“There’s no one you know that uses these sites! You had to figure it out all by yourself!”
And the excuses would be valid. But I’m not making them. I accept my shortcomings. (Do I get an award for that?)
I guess it will take time for me to get back into the loop. And I think that’s okay (not really). I left the Internet on my own, I was prepared for this sort of stuff (again, not so much).
But if you ever see me make a big, stupid n3wb mistake, just understand that I am still learning to use these sites. I still have most of my Internet vocabulary straight and will not hesitate to use it.
I wasn’t going to post but I did. So much for schedules and stuff.