Finally !!! Finally after 3 days I was able to find a seat where I could let me morning thoughts churn out the creative juices for the rest of the day. As I boarded the train, I recalled the horror of last 3 noisy morning. I knew I had to get a seat in the corner section. Most interesting part is it is not the priority of any passenger to get those seats. Everyone aims for the mainstream slots.
As I gazed into the corner I could see a bunch of empty seats and was glad to run my numbers and decide which seat I’ll go for. Then I carried out my generic perimeter check to make sure I am in the right spot, whipped out my book and had one of the best 40 minutes of morning reading session. The train stopped at the next station, people boarded the train and turned their back on me while rushing towards their “preferred” section. I had this sweet smile on my face knowing that I am in for a quite ride. Even though a pretty looking woman in a pretty attractive (read short) dress came and sat in front of me, I was in no mood to ruin my morning trance I was in. I blasted out one completed chapter in 40 minutes straight.
This is undoubtedly the best morning I had this week. I came to my office with the utmost satisfaction, with clear & sane thoughts flowing. It is always satisfying to get what you want, be it that big job you always wanted or the quite morning train ride to office.
What began as a quite ride took just one station stop to screw up and contributed to my another cribbing session in the train.
I was very happy when everything was so quite as I boarded my train. I waited for two minutes to make sure it was going to be really quite. After making all the prerequisite checks I started reading the much anticipated chapter of my current read. The train stopped, an acquaintance of my next seat passengers arrived and I knew it was not a good sign. “Oh fuck”, I exclaimed in my mind and then it took them just 10 minutes to knock me out of the morning nirvana. I struggled hard to concentrate on the could-have-been-the-best-para-this-morning but my senses gave up. I shut my book in anger and whipped out my iPod. I blasted out my favorite album at nearly full volume and felt a bit better cutting out that morning conference.
It started with a discussion about a women being left by a guy. She was anticipating a marriage proposal from that guy but he left her for….I didn’t get that part. I was quite ok with that talk. Shit happens in life. Has happened with me. But, then after sometime then whole discussion took a different turn and the guy started talking about stuff that started irritating me. In no time I could see him getting into the animation mode and he started throwing all sorts of hands signs in the air while he was telling some story. I had already started listening to my iPod. So, I missed out what he was doing but I saw some other passengers too starting to get irritated. Getting knocked off my quite morning mode, I took off from the seat and came near the exit and waited for the train to stop as it neared my station.
Yesterday, I decide I will take up the corner most seat, which I have observed to be the quietest location in the train coach. But, today I was like “I’ll give it one more shot” and took up my regular spot. But, after the morning frustration session today, I AM going for the corner seat from tomorrow. I would better be cornered than conquered by those early morning train talks. Good bye talkers!!!
I am 28 nearing 29 in a couple of months and I am some times disappointed that I didn’t started reading early in my life. I found my this new love of reading since I moved to my new apartment near Toronto. I am an internet addict and I NEED to be online to have the feeling of a complete day. But, as soon as I moved to my new apartment I had to wait to get the internet connection and believe you me they were the most painful days to pass…until I thought of “How about reading books while I wait for the internet?”.
And, since that day I have not stopped reading. One of the most aspects of my daily train to office is reading my favorite book. I have an internet connection at home and moreover the schedule is getting busier day by day. The only sacred time I have to read my book are those 40 minutes in the train. It is sort of refreshing, relaxing and definitely a good note to start your day on. I love Leadership, Innovation and Business books. And every morning those 40 minutes charge me up to take on the daily challenges of my work.
I have seen people reading various kinds of books and realized more than a book it is a way of starting their busy hectic work day. You connect yourself with a story, an incident, a dialog, a point worth remembering and then live up your day thinking of that one good thing you did in the morning. It makes you a better person, regardless of what you are reading. I just love those 40 minutes that I have started calling my “Activation Minutes”, because that is the time when I learn something new as I start my day. And you never forget the first best thing you do in the morning for whole day. Isn’t it?
Ahh…yet another day. But, this time it’s the journey back to home. It’s actually not that bothering as much as it does in the morning. In the morning I’m in the snooze mode and hate any kind of high pitch sqeals that is audible from every corner of this train car.
The woman right next to me seems to be Ukranian, though I can’t understand a damn single word that she is hurling at someone on her phone. But still I am enjoying it. It’s quite surprising how you can get an idea of what people are talking by just observing the fluctuations in their voice, the hand gestures and face expressions though the major contributor is the voice itself. I am actually enjoying this.
Just behind me there seems to be an ‘Oh My God’ gang. But, again nothing beats those women in the morning. Yeah, I am starting to understand that talks are imperative when you are with your gang but again I prefer the decibals of certain low values. It takes quite a while for me to get in my active mode in the morning which is why I can’t tolerate noise then.
Anyways, the lady next to me is still talking away to glory and I am going to enjoy it till my stop which is one after the next one.
I am not generally a guy who writes too much about the things going around. But there are days when people f**k the crap out of your mind and then you decide to yell back at them. Well, probably not directly back on them but by being in a little bubble of your own, your own comfort shell to yell out. Today is one of those days when my tolerance levels were tested and unfortunately they really topped out.
I commute to my office everyday on this green train that we they call the “GO Train” in Toronto. It is nearly a 40 minutes journey and generally a relaxing one…untill the day my office hours changed. I was now supposed to catch the train that leaves 30 minutes. No problems with that. When you are a regular commuter you have a tendency to board a certain compartment/car of the train. It might be just the one closest to the parking lot, the one with your friends, the one near the exit subway or just a random car that you have boarded few times and became faithful to it. Following a similar pattern I used to board the third car from the front.
It all went normal for the first few days but then it started to get shitty. One day I boarded the train and to my horror it sounded like a Stock exchange with people yelling, laughing and talking on the top of their voices. Now, I am guy who want a quite morning to get into my active mode. And all this were like the best constituents to a worst morning. I saw few women having the usual “Oh my god” gossip with occasional bursts of monstrous laughs. And, then there was this gang of 4+ women who have occupied to sets of seats across the aisle. They were the ones who really freaked me out. With all kinds of voice bands in their group, the different levels of pitches and acting like total ………freaks (I know what word you were thinking).
I took out the book that I am reading these days, anticipating a good dose of entrepreneurial lessons and some key points to Action steps methodology. F**k the lesson, I could not even complete a paragraph properly that day. The constant chirping….no not chirping…constant blabbering acted like a big hammer, hammering my brain every second of my ride that day. “Blah blah blah…hahahaha…blah blah..hahahahaha” was the tune to which the hammer danced for those 40 excruciating minutes. Fortunately enough for them I am a quite guy and that too in a civilized city. For once, I wished I was in Afghanistan for I would have shot those women in the middle of their head for their irritating talks and sounds. But, I thought it’s just me. Everyone were normal as if there was nothing new that day. Yeah..it’s probably just me. “Damn you…why you need a quite morning to begin your day?”, I yelled inside my head.