near Bangalore

Running late, the Rajkot Express stopped briefly for its two minutes stop at Krishnarajaparum, just outside Bangalore. But there appeared to be no effort to unload my mountain bike.

I queried some railway employees and showed them my receipt for the bike. They had a cursory glance into the luggage compartment, which was piled high with sacks of potash, but said there was no sign of a bicycle. And, by now, the train was ready to leave. I insisted that the bike was in the luggage van somewhere, and coolies started tossing sacks out feverishly until the saddle and rear wheel became visible. Four able-bodied railway employees heaved on the bike, but it wouldn't budge...