Monsoon Magic along the Konkan Railway
By Dr. Eugene DSouza, Moodubelle
Bellevision Media Network
Mumbai, 22 June 2011: Yet another season of monsoon and an opportunity for me to travel to Mumbai during this season through Konkan Railway’s Matsygandha train in mid-June refreshed my memories of previous years’ similar journeys to and from Mumbai and as usual having the window seat and savoring the monsoon magic as manifested by the beauty of nature in rain drenched coastal land on both sides of the railway track.
Though had some important personal work in Mumbai, I could not make any plans to proceed as getting reservation in Konkan railway either in the last week of May or first week of June was impossible due to the return rush of the vacation crowd, parents and children, whose annual routine of migrating to their native villages or townships after the end of the annual examination and going back to Mumbai before the beginning of the next academic year was at peak. Hence, I did not mind waiting till I could get confirmed reservation which happened to be mid-June.
As predicted by the meteorological department, the monsoon had made its presence felt in the coastal Karnataka by the first week of June and the intermittent moderate to heavy showers ushered in the monsoon magic, driving the people to take up the agricultural and allied activities.
The day that I was to travel by the Konkan railway, the rain was quite heavy till noon. I was little apprehensive about the impact of the rain on my train journey. However, since noon, to my great relief, the sky opened up and rain receded. In fact till Matsyagandha reached Karwar, except few showers here and there, though the sky was overcast with rain borne clouds, the view outside the train was clear enough for enjoying the rain drenched paddy fields, passing coconut groves and typical rural scenes.
As it was just the beginning of the rainy season, farmers have had the paddy seeds sown to prepare the saplings for transplantation. At a distance, in drenched paddy fields, the sprouted saplings could be seen as green patches. I could notice rows of manure dumps in the fields to be spread across before they are being ploughed.
Watching the mass of water as the train passed over the bridges across the rivers with rattling sound was a unique experience. The sight of typical tile roofed country houses interspersed with the modern terraced bungalows passing along the railway track was quite memorable.
The cattle grazing the newly sprouted grass in the fields, the flooded paddy-fields, the green vegetation, rain drenched coconut groves and the high hills with hovering dark clouds at a distance at some places made the train journey quite enjoyable. As the train approached Ankola station, I was quite amused to see a family of four members, parents and two children riding on a bike.
Till the train reached Madgaon by around 7.30 pm, the travelers could view the beauty of monsoon magic all along the railway track. As the train passed through Goa and later coastal Maharashtra, the nigh had enveloped the surrounding nature and it was quite dark. Though one could hear the sound of rain now and then, the train had no problem in negotiating the tunnels and curves. Surprisingly, in spite of following the monsoon schedule, by around 6.30 am on Friday, June 17, Matsyagnadha reached Thane station from where I proceeded to my residence at Dombivli heaving a sigh of relief that I could reach my destination without any problem.
After freshening up, as I switched on the TV for the news, I was shocked to know that early in the morning of June 17, at around 4 am, owing to heavy rain and subsequent collapse of retaining wall and landslide between Ratnagiri station and Nivsar, some trains were cancelled, some were rescheduled and some were diverted. Passengers of certain trains in this section are being transshipped between Ratnagiri and Adavil stations by road.
While feeling extremely sorry for the passengers of those trains which followed Matsyagnadha on the fateful night of June 16-17 and had to face the woes of reaching their homes with the alternate arrangements made by the Konkan railway, I thank the providence and good luck for sparing me from the turmoil especially, while I was carrying nearly 100 frozen sardines in my baggage.
Windows appear shuttered as if they would like to forget and be blind to the incursion of the dirty polluting and pollution ridden snake-like mechanical monsters that have invaded the privacy of their pristine beauty. Pity those inhabitants.