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Six
June 2f 1967
THE TOY TRAIN OF DARJEELING
BY KODAY
Alas ! the days hava days ! Memory lingers. theae mountains with the
passed 10 quiokly. Like But I muse not in a familiar musio. Playing
tk» leaves of Autumn life melancholy mood Tuii the game singing ' Dar-
hangi on somehow. How world would not hare jeeling Ko Sano Kail"
soon my days have gone. existed if it were an was a great fun and ex
I have gone old and eternal spring. Amidst citement. How tenderly
rusty. Is this my journey's death life persists, amidst the dear old -Ramu Sir'
end ? Would this be a despair hope persists and ustd to say "Do you
relief or a sigh ? I muse. amidst gloom light persists. know boy Y life is a
The answer hangs on like So the world moves en. journey—a journey like
the hazy lazy light of this Thus I find no cause to the Himalayan Train". I
mellow evening ' Jhaka ! be sad. This is not philo- realise this day how very
Jiiaka H Jiiak" Lo ! There sophising for I pretend true he was !
oomes 'the train wheezing not to be a philosopher. m .1. . • . .
j f ... T., , e . .. rT r. lo the tourists it has
and fretting. Like a huge A rustic as I am has . ■ . . . . ,•, .. .
i ... i~Z u- been an object of delight,
serpent it wriggles along nothing but h,s sent,- Wh(j wou]^.t ,oye
the echoing hills. It oomes ment. to express that ^ J Uilur, drinkj
to a stop and drinks deep arise within in his associa- d ^ heavenly beauty
to cool its burning lungs. tion with nature and with of ^the mouDUiD, »„d
It gives a shrill whistle those that are connected hfari ^ ^^ mu,io
as if to say is everbody with Nature. I take this of the Himalayas To the
home ! I listen and smile. tiny toy like tram not as many living in these
An ecstasy sweet and a man_ made lifeless ma- mountains it has been a
tender overwhelms my chine but a cbjld of Na- giver of their daily bread.
brooding mind. After all, ture born and broueht jQ manv 0f ug ;t na8
life wasn't too bad. up in the lap of the been ^ gourc< of jn9pira.
''Have I not journeyed Himalayas. Hasn't it given tioD t0 ,jTe i judga it
like this wheezing and spiritual bliss to those nQt b jls fftCe va]ue alone
fretting train ?" I ask to who come in contact with fm jt wou|d be too nir.
myself. Yes ! life bars been it ? row a„d selfish on my
a tale of ups and down. As a fhild I have part.
But what would life be 0ften heard the stories
without them ?-Still and with rapt aitention rela- L rnJ^BuLjS-T
boring-a life without tin(! l0 if The zig zag h»™ f»'l.d miserably to
rhythm. Yes ! I would at llHUNA Bhatti? the »dopt to with I^Md
choose the life full of rooky Gidda Pahar. the ^"'"'V' ^m.n tv i
pothos and joy. and would milty myterion. Ghoom ^J^SSSSLt
love to live a hundred and the loop of B.ta. a h ? wjth lhe wind(i
time nay ! till eternity. have their own stories to « J fou, ijr
"DarjeelingKoS.no toll.;. JJlOTJ ataam- of batr*d aod suspicion.
Rail" I hum the tune. derrd, feared smiled and
Oh ! how s*eet were the sang as it passed through ( Ce.tu.aad on page in*
June 2f 1967
THE TOY TRAIN OF DARJEELING
BY KODAY
Alas ! the days hava days ! Memory lingers. theae mountains with the
passed 10 quiokly. Like But I muse not in a familiar musio. Playing
tk» leaves of Autumn life melancholy mood Tuii the game singing ' Dar-
hangi on somehow. How world would not hare jeeling Ko Sano Kail"
soon my days have gone. existed if it were an was a great fun and ex
I have gone old and eternal spring. Amidst citement. How tenderly
rusty. Is this my journey's death life persists, amidst the dear old -Ramu Sir'
end ? Would this be a despair hope persists and ustd to say "Do you
relief or a sigh ? I muse. amidst gloom light persists. know boy Y life is a
The answer hangs on like So the world moves en. journey—a journey like
the hazy lazy light of this Thus I find no cause to the Himalayan Train". I
mellow evening ' Jhaka ! be sad. This is not philo- realise this day how very
Jiiaka H Jiiak" Lo ! There sophising for I pretend true he was !
oomes 'the train wheezing not to be a philosopher. m .1. . • . .
j f ... T., , e . .. rT r. lo the tourists it has
and fretting. Like a huge A rustic as I am has . ■ . . . . ,•, .. .
i ... i~Z u- been an object of delight,
serpent it wriggles along nothing but h,s sent,- Wh(j wou]^.t ,oye
the echoing hills. It oomes ment. to express that ^ J Uilur, drinkj
to a stop and drinks deep arise within in his associa- d ^ heavenly beauty
to cool its burning lungs. tion with nature and with of ^the mouDUiD, »„d
It gives a shrill whistle those that are connected hfari ^ ^^ mu,io
as if to say is everbody with Nature. I take this of the Himalayas To the
home ! I listen and smile. tiny toy like tram not as many living in these
An ecstasy sweet and a man_ made lifeless ma- mountains it has been a
tender overwhelms my chine but a cbjld of Na- giver of their daily bread.
brooding mind. After all, ture born and broueht jQ manv 0f ug ;t na8
life wasn't too bad. up in the lap of the been ^ gourc< of jn9pira.
''Have I not journeyed Himalayas. Hasn't it given tioD t0 ,jTe i judga it
like this wheezing and spiritual bliss to those nQt b jls fftCe va]ue alone
fretting train ?" I ask to who come in contact with fm jt wou|d be too nir.
myself. Yes ! life bars been it ? row a„d selfish on my
a tale of ups and down. As a fhild I have part.
But what would life be 0ften heard the stories
without them ?-Still and with rapt aitention rela- L rnJ^BuLjS-T
boring-a life without tin(! l0 if The zig zag h»™ f»'l.d miserably to
rhythm. Yes ! I would at llHUNA Bhatti? the »dopt to with I^Md
choose the life full of rooky Gidda Pahar. the ^"'"'V' ^m.n tv i
pothos and joy. and would milty myterion. Ghoom ^J^SSSSLt
love to live a hundred and the loop of B.ta. a h ? wjth lhe wind(i
time nay ! till eternity. have their own stories to « J fou, ijr
"DarjeelingKoS.no toll.;. JJlOTJ ataam- of batr*d aod suspicion.
Rail" I hum the tune. derrd, feared smiled and
Oh ! how s*eet were the sang as it passed through ( Ce.tu.aad on page in*