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There is simply no better
way to see Rajasthan than by rail. Each destination is conveniently connected with the
other, there are overnighters as well as day trains, and because these are not busy,
commercial routes, there is little chance of being delayed. That is the sheer practical
side of the arrangements, but on the other, there is the chaos, colour and confusion on
the trains that is so amazingly interesting. Women sit in groups, their faces veiled, as
they bring railway carriages to bloom with bursts of colour; mendicants move up and down
the aisles; men puff at biris, the leaf-wrapped smokes they enjoy, while gazing out at
the scenery outside.
The countryside outside
offers a glimpse of the Rajasthan most visitors never get to experience, because they
are usually being rushed from one sightseeing trip to the next. But the railways bring
back the romance of travel, allowing you to experience the people who actually make up
the land. A railway journey is no sterile account of a voyage undertaken devoid of the
living colours and sounds and tastes in an enchanted land because it places the visitor
firmly in touch with his environment.
India
was one of the first places to gain from the railways. The British government in
India
saw its utility in terms of moving soldiers and armaments, but for the people it became
not only a means of transport, but also a symbol of unity. The great Indian railways
ploughed tracks across the soil of the land and knit several mini-cultures together. In
fact, it became so much a part of the local folklore that the painters of the frescos in
Shekhawati began to use the motif of the train in their wall paintings, especially when
covering long, linear spaces.
The railways, in
Rajasthan, were privately owned by the maharajas. For people cut off from the rest of
their own state, the railways became a link to a life that they could not even begin to
imagine. So far, the camel had truly been the ship of the desert, but now they had an
iron monster that wheezed and puffed but carried them across in increasing comfort at a
small price. The princes, on their part, attempted to build as many railway stations as
they could, so that the hinterlands of the desert were no longer neglected. Which is
why, when you sit in your carriage and look out at the dunes, the spread of fields, the
silhouettes of camels as they plough furrows through the sand, at children playing a
rudimentary game of cricket by the tracks, and at women gathered at village wells, you
cannot miss the number of tiny, immaculately maintained stations which the trains whiz
through.
Who gets off at these
stations? Do trains ever stop here? There are a large number of small trains that criss-cross
the countryside, the equivalent of what are called ‘locals’ all over the world.
Though they run to schedules, and obviously keep them, the manner in which they roll in,
and wait intermittently at stations, seems to create the feeling of a lackadaisical,
whimsical service, all the more enchanting
for the people crammed into the carriages. These are no luxury trains, most having only
the basic second class, most with wooden seats, though they are now increasingly padded.
These are not the trains your travel agent will ever book you into, would even
be shocked if you asked, but for the gricer, or anyone else who is interested in
the great romance of railway journeys, there is nothing else to equal such an
experience.
How much have these
railways benefitted Rajasthan? There is no easy answer to that, especially in the
context where, of course, the practicality is already understood. But seat yourself at
an isolated station, if you will, perhaps with an earthen pot of hot, sweet tea in your
hand, and gaze out into a horizon that dips over a few low sand dunes far in the
distance. As you wait for a train to come in, you will hear the vibrations first, the
initial stir of excitement. Then, in the distance, shimmering through the haze of heat,
the diesel engine will come into view – till a few years ago it would have been steam
– tooting a whistle to clear the tracks before it bustles importantly up to the
platform. As the entire train winds into view, it brings with it an unexpected rush of
adrenalin. Why this should happen is difficult to explain – trains, after all, are
common place all over the world. But here, in this isolated pocket, it still carries the
pioneering spirit that must have first surfaced in the 19th century. In the rush of
people as they stretch their limbs at the platform, fill water bottles, bargain with the
vendors, or embark and disemabark, the railways as one of the great achievements of
mankind is firmly established.
In Rajasthan, the railways
are part of the great romance of the land.
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