Catching train without running seems to be a miracle and has to be marked down as golden days in 2k8 for me… That day was not a golden day once again..

Myself and colleague after tired of running in the table tennis match and hurriedly catchin the schuttle,…managed to find two seats easily..But though they were not closer to window..

Two  brothers of age 11 yrs approx.. were seated near the window.And next to them was my colleague..And their bags were on the seat next to me..And adjacent to the bags was their father , gazing through the window in the dark to somehow eat time in the travel..

My colleague was busy with his i-POD and I too wanted to start my first PGW reading.. The young boys were busy talking about somethin related to Tamil Movies.. (I dont remember this exactly).. I started focussin on reading PGW.. The book was compelling and I’ve wondered why my fellow blogger used to mention tht people see her as a moron when she reads PGW  with giggles while the fellow commuters look at her perplexed….

“Sigh.. I too caught the infection from her “.. I thought.. I wanted to stop reading it cause I dint want to hear any comments from guys who are a decade younger than me..And more so cause I seemed in a formal dress like a delegate..

To much of my chagrin came the Biscuit seller who has made kalaais of my colleagues in earlier journeys.. but luckily there was the twist..

The elder brother of the two boys started itching his father’s thigh to buy biscuit for him..[For people who dont have much exposure to local train journeys.. the biscuit sellers sell home made ghee as well as cashew biscuits.. at times Elaichi flavored ones too]..With this biscuit seller coming closer towards our seat, the itching of the boy grew to pulling his father’s trousers and then he now stood and came closer to his father’s face pleading to get the biscuit.. I thought this boy might next get his hands into the father’s pocket.. But to his chagrin the seller moved away from us..And father remarked a comment that “You’ve already taken a full packet of biscuit..I cant buy..I’ll get it tom only..”.. The younger boy now came to support the elder one stating “The seller wont come tomorrow..”.. The father replied..”Its ok..We’ll get it day after tomorrow “..

I dint know whether to smile or to take pity at the boys..Soon my colleague opposite to me understood the situation and turned his ears from i-POD to this interesting play.. He quickly understood this.. And he tried to calm down the boy by asking his name , school , class and their place of living..The boy replied promptly and immediately turned again to his father for the biscuit..My colleague commented “Theliva irrukkaan :) “..[means "He's clear on what he gets" ]..

Their destination was coming shortly and they started moving from their seats..The biscuit seller luckily for the relentless guys , came on their way and the boys managed to get money for a couple of biscuits..A fair end to the tale..I was happy that I was entertained as well as the boys got what they wanted..

That was not the end though..A young lean guy (will call as  Mr. L) who appeared to be a worker in some construction site replaced the window seat occupied by the relentless boys..Little did I thought it was my turn to entertain someone else..

Mr.L after getting mild kalaais from the biscuit seller , got a couple and ate them to give some energy to his tired looking face.. Meanwhile I closed the PGW as I felt my back was stretched today like anything .. I was feelin bit tired but I was not able to sleep..I tried to close my eyes and lean back on the seat..

Halfway to the home.. The train halted at Tambaram station and a couple of officers , one lady and one man who appeared to be in early 40s , sat adjacent to my colleague and me..I opened to check out whether I’ve crossed extra distance… But happily I was not even closer to my destination…

As the train started moving on, I once transcended back to the relaxed state by closing the heavy eye-lids..Meanwhile the lady has took out an orange from her bag and started peeling the skin of it.. The aroma of a good orange when you’re hungry made me to open eyes with such intensity tht I dint care to look at anythin else other than where’s the orange..And am I at home takin orange ?..sadly no..This was not my home .. It was hard for me to close my eyes as the strong smell refused to move away from nose and the colour of orange was compelling..

I tried to avoid the lust by gently turning the gaze towards Mr.L.. Wonder what he said /did..

He smiled at me with a single hand covering over his mouth..I tried to smile back and now started shifting the gaze to my friend’s i-Pod.. After few secs when I again looked at him, he has stopped smiling ..And this is the best and simplest kalaai (yes.. its an ORANGE KALAAI)..I’ve had in my life..I was caught redhanded for trying to enjoy the smell of someone else’  orange..

I just cant forget this for my life.. And I do feel you can try this one to someone whom you’d like to kalaai.. and tht too effortlessly..

P.S : ‘Kalaai’ is a latest slang word in Tamil language which means sarcastic yet kinda nose-cut without hurting anyone .. :)