It was the fourth year after the Hijrah. The city of the Prophet was
still under threat from within and without. Fromwithin the influential
Jewish tribe, the Banu an-Nadir, broke their agreement with the
Prophet and made plans to kill him. For this, they were banished
fromthe city. This was in the month of Safar.
Two months of uneasy quiet passed. Then the Prophet received news that
tribes from distant Najd were planning an attack. To pre-empt them,
the Prophet gathered a force of over four hundred men, and leaving one
of his companions Uthman ibn Affan in charge of the city, set out
eastward. Among this force was theyoung Madinan, Abbad ibn Bishr.
Arriving at Najd, the Prophet found the habitations of the hostile
tribes strangely deserted of men. Only women were about. The men
hadtaken to the hills. Some of them regrouped and prepared to fight.
The time of Salaah al-Asr (the afternoon prayer) came. The Prophet
feared that the hostile tribesmen would attack them during prayer. He
arranged the Muslims in ranks and divided them into two groups and
performed the prayer as the Salaah al-Khawf (the Prayer of Fear). With
one group he performed one rakah while the other group stood on guard.
For the second rakah the groups changed places. Each group completed
its prayer with one rakah after the Prophet had finished...
On beholding the disciplined ranks of the Muslims the hostile
tribesmen became uneasy and afraid. The Prophet had made his presence
felt and something of his mission was now known at first hand in the
central highlands of Arabia whence he departed peacefully.
On the way back, the Prophet pitched camp in a valley for a night. As
soon as the Muslims had settled their camel mounts, the Prophet ,
asked: "Who will be our guard tonight?" "We, O Messenger of Allah,"
said Abbad ibn Bishr and Ammar ibn Yasir both of whom had been paired
off as 'brothers' by the Prophet when he arrived in Madinah after the
Hijrah.
Abbad and Ammar left forthe mouth of the valley to take up duty. Abbad
saw that his "brother" was tired and asked him:"What part of the night
do you wish to sleep, the first or the second?" "I shall sleep during
the first part," said Ammar who was soon fast asleepquite close to
Abbad.
The night was clear, calm and peaceful. The stars, the trees, and the
rocks all appeared to celebrate in silence the praises of their lord.
Abbad felt serene. There was no movement, no threatening sign. Why not
spend the time in ibadah (worship) and reciting the Quraan?
Howdelightful it would be to combine the performance of Salaah with
the measured recitation of the Quraan which he so much enjoyed.
In fact Abbad was enthralled by the Ouraan from the moment he first
heard it being recited by the mellow and beautifulvoice of Musab ibn
Umayr. That was before the Hijrah when Abbad was just about fifteen
years old. The Quraan had found a special placein his heart and day
and night thereafter he would be heard repeating the glorious words of
Allah so much so that he became known among the Prophet 's
companionsas the "friend of the Quraan".
Late at night, the Prophet once stood up to perform the Tahajjud
Prayer in Aishah's house which adjoined the masjid. He heard a voice
reciting the Quraan, pureand sweet and as fresh aswhen the angel
Jibril revealed the words to him. He asked: "Aishah, is that the voice
of Abbad ibn Bishr?' "Yes, O Messenger of Allah," replied Aishah. "O
Lord, forgive him," prayed the Prophet out of love for him.
And so in the stillness of the night, at the mouth of the valley in
Najd, Abbad stood up and faced the Qiblah. Raising his hand in
surrender to Allah, he entered into thestate of Prayer. Finishing the
compulsory opening chapter of the Quraan, hebegan reciting Surah
al-Kahf in his sweet, captivating voice. Surah al-Kahf is a long Surah
of one hundred and ten verses which deals in part with the virtues of
faith, truth and patience and with the relativity of time.
While he was thus absorbed in reciting and reflecting upon the divine
words, eternal words of illumination and wisdom. ing and reflecting
upon the divine words, eternal words of illumination and wisdom, a
stranger stalked the outskirts of the valley in search of Muhammad and
his followers. He was one of those who had planned to attack the
Prophet but who had fled into the mountains on the approach of the
MusIims. His wife whom he had left in the village had been taken as a
captive by one of the Muslims. When he eventually found that his wife
was gone, he swore by al-Lat and al-Uzzah that he would pursue
Muhammad and his companions and that he would not return unless he had
drawn blood.
From a distance, the man saw the figure of Abbad silhouetted at the
mouth of the valley and he knew that the Prophet and his followers
mustbe inside the valley. Silently he drew his bow and let fly an
arrow. Unerringly it embedded itself in Abbad's flesh.
Calmly, Abbad pulled out the arrow from his body and went on with his
recitation, still absorbed in his Salaah. The attacker shot a second
and a third arrow both ofwhich also found their mark. Abbad pulled out
one and then the other. He finished his recitation,made ruku and then
sujud. Weak and in pain, he stretched out his righthand while still in
prostration and shook hissleeping companion. Ammar awoke. Silently,
Abbad continued the Salaah to its end and then said: "Get up and stand
guard in my place. Ihave been wounded."
Ammar jumped up and began to yell. Seeing them both the attacker fled
into the darkness. Ammar turned to Abbad as he lay on the ground,
blood flowing from his wounds.
"Ya Subhanallah (Glory be to Allah)! Why didn't you wake me when you
were hit by the first arrow?" "I was in the midst of reciting verses
of the Quraan which filled my soul with awe and I did not want to cut
short the recitation. The Prophet had commanded me to commit this
surah to memory. Death would have been dearer to me than that the
recitation of this surah should be interrupted."
Abbad's devotion to the Quraan was a sign of his intense devotion to
and love for Allah, His Prophet and His religion. The qualities he was
known for were his constant immersion in ibadah, his heroic courage
and his generosity in the path of Allah. At times of sacrificeand
death, he would always be in the front line. When it was time
forreceiving his share of rewards, he would only be found after much
effort and difficulty. He was always trustworthy in his dealings with
the wealth of Muslims. All thiswas recognized. Aishah, the wife of the
Prophet , once said: "There arethree persons among the Ansar whom no
one could excel in virtue: Sad ibn Muadh, Usayd ibn Khudayr and Abbad
ibn Bishr."
Abbad died the death of a shahid (martyr) at the battle of Yamamah.
Just before the battle he had a strong presentiment of death and
martyrdom. Henoticed that there was a lack of mutual confidence among
the Muhajirin and Ansar. He was grieved and upset. He realized that
there would be no success for the Muslims in these terrible battles
unless theMuhajirin and Ansar were grouped in separate regiments so
that it could be clearly seen who really bore their responsibility and
who were truly steadfast in combat.
At the break of day whenthe battle commenced, Abbad ibn Bishr stood on
a mound and shouted:
"O Ansar, distinguish yourselves among men. Destroy your scabbards.
And do not forsake Islam."
Abbad harangued the Ansar until about four hundred men gathered
around, him at the head of whom were Thabit ibnQays, al-Baraa ibn
Malik and Abu Dujanah, the keeper of the Prophet 's sword. With this
force, Abbad unleashed an offensive into the enemy's ranks which
blunted their thrust and drove them back to the"garden of death".
At the walls of this garden, Abbad ibn Bishr fell. So numerous were
his wounds, he was hardly recognizable. He had lived, I fought and
died as a believer.
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Real Life Stories: Abbad ibn Bishr
The Prophet's Shield atUhud
Umm 'Umara was blessed with many honours, amongst these her presence
at Uhud, al-Hudaybiyya, Khaybar, the Fulfilled Umra, Hunayn, and the
Battle ofYamama. But her most noble role came about during the battle
of Uhud.
Umm 'Umara set out to the battle with her husband, Ghaziya, and her
two sons. Her inhad been to give water to thewounded, but Allah had
planned for her a more rewarding role.
So she set out with her family with a waterskin, and arrived at the
battle field during the beginning of the day. The Muslims had the
upper hand, and she went to see how the Messenger of Allah (s.a.w)was.
But then the Muslims committed a fatal error - seeing the Quraysh on
the retreat, they ran towards the booty, ignoring the Prophet's
command to remain on the hill. Khalid bin Walid, (who hadn't embraced
Islam yet), seeing the open flank, made a charge against the Muslims
and suddenlythe tide had swung towards the Quraysh. TheMuslims
panicked and began to flee, leaving behind only the Prophet (s.a.w)
and a handful of his Companions. Among these was Umm Umara.
Seeing the Muslims flee, Umm Umara ran to the defense of the Prophet
and took up arms, along with her husband and two sons. The Prophet
noticed that she had no shield, and so said to oneof the retreating
men:"Give your shield to the one who is fighting." So he handed her
the shield,and she defended the Prophet of Allah with it, using also
the bow and arrow along with a sword. She was attacked by horsemen,
but never wavered nor felt fear. She later boldly claimed,"If they had
been on footas we were, we would have trounced them, Allah willing."
Abdullah ibn Zayed, her son, was wounded during the battle. His wound
bled profusely. His mother ran to him and bandaged his wounds, and
then commanded him, "Go and fight the people, my son!" The Prophet
(s.a.w) admired her sense of sacrifice, and commended her, "Who can
endure what you canendure, Umm 'Umara!"
Suddenly, the man who had struck her son advanced, and the Prophet
called out to her,"This is the one who struck your son." She bravely
confronted the man, who her very son described as being like a great
tree trunk, and struck at his leg, sending him to his knees. The
Messenger of Allah smiledso much his teeth became visible, and
remarked, "You have retaliated, Umm 'Umara!".Having finished him off,
the Prophet then said"Praise be to Allah who has given you victory
anddelighted you over your enemy and let you enjoy your revenge
directly."
At one stage, the Prophet(s.a.w) was left alone, so taking the
opportunity, the enemy Ibn Qumay'a charged at the Prophet, shouting
"Show me Muhammad! I will not be saved if he is saved!" So Mus'ab ibn
'Umayr, along with some other of the Companions, dashed to the
protection of the Prophet. Umm 'Umara was among them, and began
fiercely striking at the enemy of Allah, even though he was wearing
double armour. Ibn Qumay'a managed to strike a blow at her
neck,leaving a serious wound. The Prophet quickly called on her son
"Your mother! Your mother! Bind her wound! May Allah bless you, the
people of a house! The stand of your mother is better than the stand
of so-and-so. May Allah havemercy on you, people of a house! The stand
of your foster father is better than the stand of so-and-so. May Allah
havemercy on you, people of a house!" Umm 'Umara, seeing the Prophet's
pleasure on her determination and valour , earnestly requested"Ask
Allah to make us your companions in the Garden!" So he said "O Allah,
make them my companions in the Garden." And this was thedesire of Umm
'Umara, to which she replied "I do not care what afflicts me in this
world!"
That day, she received thirteen wounds, and was treated for her neck
wound for a complete year. She also participated in the Battle of
Yamama, where she received eleven wounds and lost her hand.
Her courageous characterearned her the respect ofall the Companions,
especially the Khalifa's who would visit her and pay special attention
to her.
'Umar bin Khattab (r.a.a) was brought some silk garments which
contained excellent quality material. One of the people remarked"This
garment is worth such-and-such (meaning how expensive it was). You
should send it to the wife of 'Abdullah ibn 'Umar, Safiyya bint Abi
'Ubayd." 'Umar (r.a.a) however did not desire such a garment for his
daughter in law. "That is something which I will not give to Ibn
'Umar. I will send it to someone who is more entitled to itthan her -
Umm 'Umara Nusayba bint Ka'b. On theday of Uhud, I heard the Messenger
of Allah (s.a.w)say, 'Whenever I looked to the right or left I saw her
fighting in front of me'."
This was the life of Umm 'Umara, the warrior who stood when many fled,
who sent her wounded son back into the thick ofthe battle, and was
prepared to lose her life to save the Prophet's. In return, she
received the du'a for the Prophet's companionship in Paradise.
May Allah bless our women with such courage, self-sacrifice and perseverance.
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at Uhud, al-Hudaybiyya, Khaybar, the Fulfilled Umra, Hunayn, and the
Battle ofYamama. But her most noble role came about during the battle
of Uhud.
Umm 'Umara set out to the battle with her husband, Ghaziya, and her
two sons. Her inhad been to give water to thewounded, but Allah had
planned for her a more rewarding role.
So she set out with her family with a waterskin, and arrived at the
battle field during the beginning of the day. The Muslims had the
upper hand, and she went to see how the Messenger of Allah (s.a.w)was.
But then the Muslims committed a fatal error - seeing the Quraysh on
the retreat, they ran towards the booty, ignoring the Prophet's
command to remain on the hill. Khalid bin Walid, (who hadn't embraced
Islam yet), seeing the open flank, made a charge against the Muslims
and suddenlythe tide had swung towards the Quraysh. TheMuslims
panicked and began to flee, leaving behind only the Prophet (s.a.w)
and a handful of his Companions. Among these was Umm Umara.
Seeing the Muslims flee, Umm Umara ran to the defense of the Prophet
and took up arms, along with her husband and two sons. The Prophet
noticed that she had no shield, and so said to oneof the retreating
men:"Give your shield to the one who is fighting." So he handed her
the shield,and she defended the Prophet of Allah with it, using also
the bow and arrow along with a sword. She was attacked by horsemen,
but never wavered nor felt fear. She later boldly claimed,"If they had
been on footas we were, we would have trounced them, Allah willing."
Abdullah ibn Zayed, her son, was wounded during the battle. His wound
bled profusely. His mother ran to him and bandaged his wounds, and
then commanded him, "Go and fight the people, my son!" The Prophet
(s.a.w) admired her sense of sacrifice, and commended her, "Who can
endure what you canendure, Umm 'Umara!"
Suddenly, the man who had struck her son advanced, and the Prophet
called out to her,"This is the one who struck your son." She bravely
confronted the man, who her very son described as being like a great
tree trunk, and struck at his leg, sending him to his knees. The
Messenger of Allah smiledso much his teeth became visible, and
remarked, "You have retaliated, Umm 'Umara!".Having finished him off,
the Prophet then said"Praise be to Allah who has given you victory
anddelighted you over your enemy and let you enjoy your revenge
directly."
At one stage, the Prophet(s.a.w) was left alone, so taking the
opportunity, the enemy Ibn Qumay'a charged at the Prophet, shouting
"Show me Muhammad! I will not be saved if he is saved!" So Mus'ab ibn
'Umayr, along with some other of the Companions, dashed to the
protection of the Prophet. Umm 'Umara was among them, and began
fiercely striking at the enemy of Allah, even though he was wearing
double armour. Ibn Qumay'a managed to strike a blow at her
neck,leaving a serious wound. The Prophet quickly called on her son
"Your mother! Your mother! Bind her wound! May Allah bless you, the
people of a house! The stand of your mother is better than the stand
of so-and-so. May Allah havemercy on you, people of a house! The stand
of your foster father is better than the stand of so-and-so. May Allah
havemercy on you, people of a house!" Umm 'Umara, seeing the Prophet's
pleasure on her determination and valour , earnestly requested"Ask
Allah to make us your companions in the Garden!" So he said "O Allah,
make them my companions in the Garden." And this was thedesire of Umm
'Umara, to which she replied "I do not care what afflicts me in this
world!"
That day, she received thirteen wounds, and was treated for her neck
wound for a complete year. She also participated in the Battle of
Yamama, where she received eleven wounds and lost her hand.
Her courageous characterearned her the respect ofall the Companions,
especially the Khalifa's who would visit her and pay special attention
to her.
'Umar bin Khattab (r.a.a) was brought some silk garments which
contained excellent quality material. One of the people remarked"This
garment is worth such-and-such (meaning how expensive it was). You
should send it to the wife of 'Abdullah ibn 'Umar, Safiyya bint Abi
'Ubayd." 'Umar (r.a.a) however did not desire such a garment for his
daughter in law. "That is something which I will not give to Ibn
'Umar. I will send it to someone who is more entitled to itthan her -
Umm 'Umara Nusayba bint Ka'b. On theday of Uhud, I heard the Messenger
of Allah (s.a.w)say, 'Whenever I looked to the right or left I saw her
fighting in front of me'."
This was the life of Umm 'Umara, the warrior who stood when many fled,
who sent her wounded son back into the thick ofthe battle, and was
prepared to lose her life to save the Prophet's. In return, she
received the du'a for the Prophet's companionship in Paradise.
May Allah bless our women with such courage, self-sacrifice and perseverance.
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And Allah Knows the Best!
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Feel in the beauty
Model and tele-show host Gauhar Khan calls herself a "weight training fanatic"
Backstage, at the launch of a new range of products by
Swedishcosmetics major Oriflame, the air is hot and models scurry
about in preparation for the highlight of the evening — a fashion show
showcasing the range.
In a quieter corner a marked door reads 'Gauhar Khan'. Inside, the
showstopper for the evening, decked in a Dolly J ensemble, sits down
to talk about how she keeps in enviable shape.
Tied intrinsically to fitness is food and in Gauhar's case nothing is
off the table, she underlines. "I love everything that nature has to
offer and I'm notfinicky at all; I don't deprive myself of anything
good. If I need to have pastries once in a while I enjoy them." She
manages this approach because her body "reacts to happiness" and
working out gives her results that she seeks. Italso allows her to
freelyeat whatever she desires.
Gauhar says she relies on working out in the gym to keep fit and
considers herself a "weight training fanatic". She does not consider
herself a "yoga or meditation kind of person" and instead loves to
"sweat it out in the gym". She follows this regimen everyday as long
as there isn't some thing else tying her up.
Peace of mind, Gauhar believes, is essentially linked to the natural
surroundings that one is surrounded by. She says, "It depends on how
much nature I see around myself. When I am in Delhi I feel beautiful
because thereis a lot of greenery here, it's well maintained and that
makes me feel beautiful."
She hopes and prays that "we live in a much cleaner environment which
sadly we're not,"and feels "angry about educated people driving about
and chucking things out of their cars."
Beauty and well being, she opines, are a reflection of the inner self.
"You need to look beautiful at whatever rank you see yourself but if
you don't feel beautiful inside it doesn't show on your face."
Between beauty and fitness, Gauhar believesthat fitness is more
important and "you need to be healthy whatever size you are. If you
are a heavy weight lifter, even being a size 12 is not a bad thing."
"I am US size 4," she reveals, "and I am absolutely fine with that. I
love the way I feel."
Backstage, at the launch of a new range of products by
Swedishcosmetics major Oriflame, the air is hot and models scurry
about in preparation for the highlight of the evening — a fashion show
showcasing the range.
In a quieter corner a marked door reads 'Gauhar Khan'. Inside, the
showstopper for the evening, decked in a Dolly J ensemble, sits down
to talk about how she keeps in enviable shape.
Tied intrinsically to fitness is food and in Gauhar's case nothing is
off the table, she underlines. "I love everything that nature has to
offer and I'm notfinicky at all; I don't deprive myself of anything
good. If I need to have pastries once in a while I enjoy them." She
manages this approach because her body "reacts to happiness" and
working out gives her results that she seeks. Italso allows her to
freelyeat whatever she desires.
Gauhar says she relies on working out in the gym to keep fit and
considers herself a "weight training fanatic". She does not consider
herself a "yoga or meditation kind of person" and instead loves to
"sweat it out in the gym". She follows this regimen everyday as long
as there isn't some thing else tying her up.
Peace of mind, Gauhar believes, is essentially linked to the natural
surroundings that one is surrounded by. She says, "It depends on how
much nature I see around myself. When I am in Delhi I feel beautiful
because thereis a lot of greenery here, it's well maintained and that
makes me feel beautiful."
She hopes and prays that "we live in a much cleaner environment which
sadly we're not,"and feels "angry about educated people driving about
and chucking things out of their cars."
Beauty and well being, she opines, are a reflection of the inner self.
"You need to look beautiful at whatever rank you see yourself but if
you don't feel beautiful inside it doesn't show on your face."
Between beauty and fitness, Gauhar believesthat fitness is more
important and "you need to be healthy whatever size you are. If you
are a heavy weight lifter, even being a size 12 is not a bad thing."
"I am US size 4," she reveals, "and I am absolutely fine with that. I
love the way I feel."
Romancing the train
Everybody has a favourite train story. We share some of ours
There are trains, and then there are train journeys. Hot and sweaty,
cool and luxurious; insanely crowded carriages, empty ones which are
just as scary... journeys in India, across India from the north to the
south; in Europe wheretrains connect with the precision of a key
turning in the lock...
There is something about trains that creates a certain magic.Much
though I like the idea of reaching a destination in hours rather than
days, the roar of a airplain engine revving for takeoff can never
quitematch the thrill of listening to the guard's shrill whistle, and
the rush that happens when with a clank of metal and the hiss of steam
the train starts out on its journey.
Perhaps it is the thrill that came with knowing one was free of
studies for the next two months of summer vacations that made train
journeys so special. We'd board thetrain that would wind its way
across five states before it reachedMadras, in Calcutta. Our journey
included strange cries of hawkers , ill lit platforms that could well
be haunted, and hanging bat like from the top berth as one read one's
book in the weak compartment light. It included making room for a huge
block of ice on a metal tray as the train sweated us into Bezwada
station, which the sun had turned into a furnace. The fan was supposed
to cool the ice and thusthe air in our cubicle, but the heat always
won, and all we would get for our efforts was a wet floor ,as the
trainchanged directions andshunted engines front to back.
Since those annual journeys, there have been many, including one from
Calcutta to Delhi, when we smuggled our Bhutanese boxer in swaddling
clothes, right till the end without discovery!
Not all journeys were pleasant. There were a series of horrid ones
from Nagpur when after our summer exams my sister and I would beg to
be allowed to travel to Madras. We would ride in the vestibule hoping
for a seat along the way, and the heat and post exam tiredness would
be killing. But a year later, there we would be at the station,
pushing our way into the sleeper, hoping for a seat. No one thought of
the flight as an alternative. It was just not any fun!
Even the trauma of travelling 28 kms to work from a mid station on the
suburban line, when I moved to Bombay did not quite cure me .
Travelling to Gwalior tomake a documentary, I took the second class
sleeper on the Punjab Mail from Bombay. Grabbing the upper berth I
fell fast asleep.
I woke up the next morning to find myself incapable of stretching my
legs. I pushed again, no movement seemed possible. Sitting up in
panic, I realised that the rather ample bodies of two people were
crushed against my legs, blocking my movement. And below, similar
crouched bodies dotted every available space. There had been an
invasion at night, at some way station, where a hoard of ticketless
travellers had got on!
Train journeys in Europe are quite different. But the first one which
I ever took overseas was in England, from Birmingham to London.I loved
looking out at the picture post card countryside , I loved the comfort
of a controlled temperature. I travelledback at night, and the moon as
it hung low over the horizon spurred me write a story, titled Night
Train to Glasgow. Adding my bit to the long list of train inspired
stories , including another Night Train tale by the well loved Ruskin
Bond.
Since then I have travelled frequently by train across Europe,
preferring it to the cramped flights, the endless security
checks.Besides, train journeys reveal a country as flights can never
do. Travelling across Provence recently by train, we saw the
countryside unfolding with the explicit colours of
Impressionistpaintings. From Paris toDijon, the landscape changed in
the course of a couple of hours, from green to a palatteof hues that
would have Van Gogh reaching for his brush. As we trundled on to
Marsellies, the sea lapped alongside, a brilliant blue-green in
contrast and the harbour a painter's interpretation of boats of many
hues and shapes moored along the coast.
At every point, we stopped at tiny towns with populations the size of
a Bombay suburb, and whether we took a local shuttle or the TGV, there
was always the same feeling of being in competent hands.
Saying which, I must add quickly that I do rate the Indian Railways
among the best in the world. Travelling by second or even third AC is
a far cry from the hot journeys of the seventies. The super fast
trains, the dining and night bedding services, make for luxury on
rails. Cateringto a country as far flung as ours, and yet making it
possible to travel from any point inthe country to another with almost
no tears, is a feat that deserves international recognition. Prince
Charles would have been as impressed as he was with the dabbawallas of
Mumbai, had he taken a train across India!
The old locomotive might be seen only in films, the changing of the
wooden sleepers tocement ones has reduced the rat a tat of wheels; but
despite thespeed and comfort, I sometimes miss the journeys when, I
wouldsit by the open window, a book on my lap, the wind in my hair,
and enjoy the ridefor itself. When the light got too dim, I would sing
songs that matched the rhythm of the train exactly.
Perhaps it is the songs the trains sing that linger in our mind, and
spin the romance of the journeys in our hearts.
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And Allah Knows the Best!
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M NajimudeeN Bsc- INDIA
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There are trains, and then there are train journeys. Hot and sweaty,
cool and luxurious; insanely crowded carriages, empty ones which are
just as scary... journeys in India, across India from the north to the
south; in Europe wheretrains connect with the precision of a key
turning in the lock...
There is something about trains that creates a certain magic.Much
though I like the idea of reaching a destination in hours rather than
days, the roar of a airplain engine revving for takeoff can never
quitematch the thrill of listening to the guard's shrill whistle, and
the rush that happens when with a clank of metal and the hiss of steam
the train starts out on its journey.
Perhaps it is the thrill that came with knowing one was free of
studies for the next two months of summer vacations that made train
journeys so special. We'd board thetrain that would wind its way
across five states before it reachedMadras, in Calcutta. Our journey
included strange cries of hawkers , ill lit platforms that could well
be haunted, and hanging bat like from the top berth as one read one's
book in the weak compartment light. It included making room for a huge
block of ice on a metal tray as the train sweated us into Bezwada
station, which the sun had turned into a furnace. The fan was supposed
to cool the ice and thusthe air in our cubicle, but the heat always
won, and all we would get for our efforts was a wet floor ,as the
trainchanged directions andshunted engines front to back.
Since those annual journeys, there have been many, including one from
Calcutta to Delhi, when we smuggled our Bhutanese boxer in swaddling
clothes, right till the end without discovery!
Not all journeys were pleasant. There were a series of horrid ones
from Nagpur when after our summer exams my sister and I would beg to
be allowed to travel to Madras. We would ride in the vestibule hoping
for a seat along the way, and the heat and post exam tiredness would
be killing. But a year later, there we would be at the station,
pushing our way into the sleeper, hoping for a seat. No one thought of
the flight as an alternative. It was just not any fun!
Even the trauma of travelling 28 kms to work from a mid station on the
suburban line, when I moved to Bombay did not quite cure me .
Travelling to Gwalior tomake a documentary, I took the second class
sleeper on the Punjab Mail from Bombay. Grabbing the upper berth I
fell fast asleep.
I woke up the next morning to find myself incapable of stretching my
legs. I pushed again, no movement seemed possible. Sitting up in
panic, I realised that the rather ample bodies of two people were
crushed against my legs, blocking my movement. And below, similar
crouched bodies dotted every available space. There had been an
invasion at night, at some way station, where a hoard of ticketless
travellers had got on!
Train journeys in Europe are quite different. But the first one which
I ever took overseas was in England, from Birmingham to London.I loved
looking out at the picture post card countryside , I loved the comfort
of a controlled temperature. I travelledback at night, and the moon as
it hung low over the horizon spurred me write a story, titled Night
Train to Glasgow. Adding my bit to the long list of train inspired
stories , including another Night Train tale by the well loved Ruskin
Bond.
Since then I have travelled frequently by train across Europe,
preferring it to the cramped flights, the endless security
checks.Besides, train journeys reveal a country as flights can never
do. Travelling across Provence recently by train, we saw the
countryside unfolding with the explicit colours of
Impressionistpaintings. From Paris toDijon, the landscape changed in
the course of a couple of hours, from green to a palatteof hues that
would have Van Gogh reaching for his brush. As we trundled on to
Marsellies, the sea lapped alongside, a brilliant blue-green in
contrast and the harbour a painter's interpretation of boats of many
hues and shapes moored along the coast.
At every point, we stopped at tiny towns with populations the size of
a Bombay suburb, and whether we took a local shuttle or the TGV, there
was always the same feeling of being in competent hands.
Saying which, I must add quickly that I do rate the Indian Railways
among the best in the world. Travelling by second or even third AC is
a far cry from the hot journeys of the seventies. The super fast
trains, the dining and night bedding services, make for luxury on
rails. Cateringto a country as far flung as ours, and yet making it
possible to travel from any point inthe country to another with almost
no tears, is a feat that deserves international recognition. Prince
Charles would have been as impressed as he was with the dabbawallas of
Mumbai, had he taken a train across India!
The old locomotive might be seen only in films, the changing of the
wooden sleepers tocement ones has reduced the rat a tat of wheels; but
despite thespeed and comfort, I sometimes miss the journeys when, I
wouldsit by the open window, a book on my lap, the wind in my hair,
and enjoy the ridefor itself. When the light got too dim, I would sing
songs that matched the rhythm of the train exactly.
Perhaps it is the songs the trains sing that linger in our mind, and
spin the romance of the journeys in our hearts.
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And Allah Knows the Best!
- - - - -
Published by :->
M NajimudeeN Bsc- INDIA
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