The train left Mhow at 9:15 a.m. The 23 kilometres to Indore would take at least an hour if there were no chain-pulling. He had entered the compartment a few seconds before it left. He had had to rush to make it. I wish he had got into another compartment. As the train left Mhow he started talking loudly to nobody in particular. But the common man being the common man one or two passengers in the crowded compartment reacted to his words. That was oxygen to him. And he started blabbering away.
I felt he had read all the self-help books available in the market. And he was translating it into Hindi for the benefit of the passengers. I could see a young man holding his head in his hands and moaning silently as if the barrage of words were like a barrage of artillery shells.
As the train entered Indore station the motivator got up and told his captive audience in chaste Hindi, "You must dare to dream and you must act upon it. What is the use of living if you do not do what your heart wants?" No sooner had he finished the sentence that the young man got up and gave him a tight slap.
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