A Train Pulls In At A Station

A Train Pulls In At A Station
The train was moving at a very fast pace. There were stretches of fields green with expectation rushing by. There was no way possible to pull down the speed at which they were rushing by, although I wanted them to move at a slower speed. A slower speed may have spelt out a different and better scene than the one that was rushing by. The point was that the train was quite late when it had left the station. It was behind schedule, and so, it had to rev up to a terrific speed.

The train had gone berserk once it had crossed the prescribed limit, and it was still speeding up. Apparently, the driver didn’t want any of the passengers to be late for any appointment they were headed for when they ventured for an adventure on the train. The train didn’t end up in an accident, thanks to the driver’s skills at driving, but there was a lot the passengers missed when they realised all they would have been exposed to had the train left in time and had it run at its normal pace.

The delay in departure was sort of pre-destined for the train got to the last station quite late and all the passengers supposed to get on to it didn’t actually find a place on the train in time. Quite a few of them were late in reaching the railway station in the first place, others were slow in climbing the steps to the coaches, while a few didn’t want to get on to the train at all. The train couldn’t possibly leave till all the passengers were on board. It was a long time before everyone on the platform found himself on board, and the guard whistled a green flag.

There were a couple of glitches along the way as there were frequent power-cuts forcing the train to stop for prolonged intervals. None of the passengers could rectify the situation and the train had to wait for an expert technician or engineer to visit it. The appointed technician was engaged in a similar project when the complaint was discovered, and the train was further delayed.

Further, the train’s engine required a bout of fuelling to keep it running over the long stretch it was to find itself on. Remarkably, the fuel available at all other stations wasn’t of a quality good enough to sustain the speed of the engine. So, the train had to pause at the platform it was standing at for a bit longer than it was usual for it to stand. The station had everything the train wanted, but the train had to move on; it couldn’t stay at the platform. There has been a severe dearth of good                    fuel in the world at large and at stations in  particular. The fuelling was managed with the least of fuel available at the platform.

The engine has to have the best quality of fuel and its reservoirs have to be filled to the limit because it is a long journey the train is to embark on. there are chances that the next station may not have the same quality of fuel available, or it may have                        no  fuel at all. It can be a really long time before some more fuel can be filled into the reservoirs.

The problem is there is a limited amount of fuel available at the platform, and the train has to move on in its quest of a junction in a while. The train-driver cannot afford to delay the train. It simply cannot waste any more time on the platform                        standing on. The train is already behind schedule. There are many more junctions to be touched, and each has to be touched within a specified time. No one can afford to waste any time.

Those who chose to waste time end up being wasted by time. They are the ones who find themselves ending up as failures in life. They are made to repent all the time they wasted in a typical manner which is incomparable to any other punishment for any other crime. I don’t think I ever wasted my time; on the other hand, there is a feeling within me that the time I think has been judiciously used in a better manner.

On second thoughts, I don’t think I could have done anything better than what I did with my time. What seems to be a waste of time to me is in fact a judicious use of time. No one got the chances I got, and I don’t think no one shall ever get the chances I got; I’m glad I made a good use of all those chances. I never wasted my time, I never wasted anything.

There is a strong feeling of being incomplete within me primarily because I still haven’t been able to touch a definite destination. There hasn’t been anything wrong with my pace; there can never be anything wrong with the direction I am headed for. I have had very little role in deciding the direction the train is to move in. It moves over a pre-defined track.

The only problem has been that the time appointed for the junction to appear has not come. When a train approaches a platform, it changes many tracks. There are many different tracks available near a platform, and this is certainly a sign of a station approaching. There are quite a few human settlements to be seen before the train pulls in at a station. There are quite a few signs and signals for everyone on the train to watch out for. I hope I get to see all the signs and signals I’m destined to be an audience to in a short while.

I hope the train pulls into the station in due time.