October 28th,7:45Pm. The Chennai mail gently bid goodbye to platform no9(for the Harry Potter fans, I have always hoped to find 9&3/4 if I walked a little more). In my head, just like the train,I bid the city farewell. It had hosted me well for the last 4 months. Since I had an early dinner, I decided to call it a day and climbed onto my upper berth, under that typical black blanket(courtesy, Indian Railways) with my earphones singing my favourite song as lullaby.
Though it is not like sleeping on my bed under the favourite blanket, I did manage to grab a good amount of sleep. The train was an hour late. “Nothing new”..the uncle on the lower berth was muttering. It did not really matter to me as I was headed home. Since sleep had eloped from me by 7am, I decided to climb down and give the chatterbox uncle on the lower berth some company. In the next two hours, he discussed about everything from the flaws of Malayalis, the current political scenario, the economic crises, the problems in Indian Railway, hazards of oily food,the Railway station in Kolkata, finding your passion, standing on your feet, finding the right job and why the “parippuvada” he was having was good( the only link in all these topics is our uncle himself). The other contributer to this conversation was the young engineer working in Taiwan. All I had to do was give that occasional head nod as I didn’t have much to contribute. But they did help kill time. Soon it was 9:30am and the train reached Changanaserry where I made my way out. In another thirty minutes, I was home.
31st October, 7:45Am.I flipped through the pages of Malayala Manorama, the Malayalam daily. On the second page, I found a news which gave me a chill down the spine.( I have attached a picture of the English translation from this newspaper’s website)
The train had lost a bearing of its wheels?? What were bearings again?( I tried to recollect what my Physics teacher had taught..wait, what was the physics teacher’s name again?)..Anyways, one thing is sure, it is something really important for the function of the train. And the loss of it can result in accidents( Thank you Google. Thankyou Wikipedia.).
I was in that train the previous day, oblivious to the fact that there was a bearing that was planning to revolt soon. And if this mishap had occurred yesterday while the train was moving? I had slept peacefully in it, without knowing about the “bearing mutiny”. This got me wondering. We are actually unaware of so many dangers that God is protecting us from. This thought was shared by a friend also recently. We know of only a portion of the things we are protected from. What about the rest? We may not even be able to imagine. When I was small, I believed in guardian angels ( santa claus, tooth fairy and mermaids also..though that’s another story). I used to picture mine hovering over me. I dont know..is it that one guardian Angel ..or an army of angels. Or may be the “I Am” himself…I know not the protocols of protection. But I want to thank God for being the wall around me.