I and my sister were desperately looking for a time-table that shows local train timings. We walked all over the
Several ticket collectors were standing near the gate, and we chose one gentleman among them who seemed to be taking his work a little less seriously. He was wearing the standard black coat, and his mouth was full of pan (or tobacco maybe).
“Where can I find a local train time table?” I asked him.
He couldn’t speak because of the pan, but he thumped his chest twice to indicate that he could serve as the time table.
My next question was, “Could you please tell us when the Belur Math Local leaves
He promptly searched his pocket and produced his receipt booklet, the one that he uses while taking fines from the passengers traveling without tickets. I was alarmed. He opened the booklet to its last few pages. Four digit numbers were scribbled all over these pages in tiny handwriting. They were written in all possible angles, and there were no letters or train names. Just those numbers, which as I soon realized, were train timings.
With a small grunt he indicated that these were the timings of our train. We quickly made a mental note of the figures and thanked him. He gave a little nod and another grunt, and was back at his work once more. We turned away and started walking towards the platform.
“How the hell does he remember which timings are for which train?” asked my sister before bursting into laughter. “If I had not seen that train leave at a little while ago, I would not have believed he was right”, she added.
“He is a funny character all right,” I said, “He is acting as the time-table without speaking a word. I will write a blog post about him.”
And here it is.