It was the train which was the mode of transport for us to tirupati(the richest God of India). The trip was for 3 days so we all took only one bag for oneself , my concerned mummy and aunty had managed to pack food in such amount that it lasted till we came back from the trip to home (i dont understand why people eat like 'i dont remember the name of the animal' when they travel.) and it was the heaviest luggage, keeping in view that we have to spend 48 hrs in train I took 2 books for completion but returned completing only 1 as i have forgot-> at night the other traveller in the compartment will not allow to switch on the light for a long time (some even travel as to get some sleep and remain abstain from their work).
After reaching at turipati the first thing I did-> went out to grap a journal from wheeler(at my pavillion I often use to see the face of the journal but while I go out, get infactuated towards it, it may be an illness or something!!). The cover page was covered with a single news about a train accident, this type of news makes a person completly relaxed when he is reading the news sitting in the railway station and imagining that he have to catch a train after few hours.
Papa with an newly introduced uncle went to enquiry for a hotel for getting freshened and after a while returned with smiling face and said-"Great news, all hotel are booked as its too rush in tirupati on Saturday for darshan "(it was the 2nd news I got which was like a ultrasonic for ears). Thank God the 1st class waiting hall in station was not too rush so got freshened over there and kept the lugage in locker room. one more thing I have to mention-some of the maniac also come to the station campus who love to scrawl on the walls for example:"pinku love pinky"(with a heart at the middle of the name with an arrow shot in it),"vote for XYZ -he is a leader who will lead the country and develop it","for help contact ph no. 9876589686" and there was also a big poster containing many faces who were caught for pickpocketing(some also had given smiling pose while the authorities taking their snaps).
Newly introduced uncle(R-uncle) had been with us who was like a guide, he had been to tirupati priorly for 2 times and adding this trip it was 3 times,he had also once shaved his head in tirupati and told us the fact why people give their hair to tirupati->As tiruapti is kubera,he have lot of money so many people donate a part from their body as a present to God i.e hair(this may be the real reason).R-uncle made a plan to me and my brother to climb the mountain with bare feet by mentioning -"you both brothers seem as fit as fiddle"(he didnt knew that I am 5 kg overweight and my younger brother is 8 kg underweight)and decided to send the elders in a bus to the top of the mountain. The marching started ,with us there were lot if people,some newly married couples were putting the paste of turmeric and sindoor on each step and smiling at each other like robots continuously ( steps were there to climb),some were even lighting the camphor on each step.
After climbing 1300 steps all three of us started to count the steps with full concentration as if chanting mantras in numbers.when the 3000th step was over we thought to take a break for a bottle of limca(lemon revitalises), the hindi (language) of the shopkeeper was difficult to understand but was manageable, and we had a talk:
"bhai ya , aur kitna door hai mandir?"
"jada nahi"
"phir bhi,, kitna Kms hoga?"
"app log 3 km abtak aa chuke ho aur 7Kms jana hai"
then R-uncle thanked him and told"thik hai" (me and my brother glanced each other and didn't understood why R-uncle told 'thik hai', our hinge bone had already started to shiver after climbing 3000 steps,and how can that be 'thik hai' and moorre 7 kms!!)
I was sure we will not get any bus too on the way we were traveling so had two options i.e walk or run, but with fullest effort we some how managed to reach near the temple, all the elders were waiting for us and by seeing us they simply blew out- "what took u so long?", instead of answering I looked here and there in search of water, our feet were covered with charcoal colour,went inside the temple and there was too a queue and got to know still we have to cover more 1 km to get a glance of God, many people's head in front of us were shining like mirror which are placed in the pyramid Egypt with the reflection of sun ,they have applied paste of chandan on their head to keep it cool, my vertebrate were getting ready to misplace but thank God we reached at the entry point of the small temple in which the statue of God was there and i forgot about the pain,the tomb of the temple was made of pure gold, after a long wait I saw for turipati(God) for some seconds, he was also wearing lot of gold , for a moment sanctity came in my mind and after kicked out by the rush started to recall the look of the statue of God, he was having a captivating look. We all sat outside the temple on the floor for a while to get activated.
The moment darshan was over the hunger for lunch begun , took the bus while getting back to the station,there was also a temple(padmavati temple) after getting down from the mountain, i had lost the patience and energy to go there so went to waiting hall with my brother and papa but after lunch my aunty,mummy and R-uncle(an energetic scout) went to the temple and returned after 3hrs, in train I had a nice sleep without getting disturbed by the gossip or light or sound of the slamming of door till the train reached in my local area.
