Corrupting all the way!
Somewhere in between Rampur and Bareilly, 27th December 2014: I had just boarded the train to back home, assiduously using the privileged leaves in my account for the New Year holidays. Now as all you must have experienced, the maddening rush for the train tickets, coupled with the dense fog had left all train schedules go haywire. So I now board a train from Rampur, with a last minute sleeper class ticket- scared out of my wits on whether I would get a seat or not! So I reach my berth- and to my dismay (yup you expected it) find it occupied with- and this is real- with 8 kids! Their father, a middle age man, comes to me, asks for my berth number and gently asks his kids to move to the other side of the coach. So we now have 8 people (minimum) travelling without ticket. Nonplussed, I lie down and sleep. After about an hour, I am woken up by a middle age lady, who was prodding me to 'kindly' spare her some place as she would get down soon. Irritated, I tell ask he