An hour on the railway platform

On a recent holiday in India, we travelled by train a couple of times. Travelling by train in India is a fun experience, but the part I enjoyed the most, was the wait on the platform before our train arrived.

The railway platform is an ecosystem by itself. We had time to kill and so walked up and down.

‘Organized chaos’ is how I would describe it. People were everywhere. The bright lights made the place come alive. Red-shirted porters walked up and down, hawk-eyed, looking for prospective customers.

There was a cozy book stall (my favourite place) that sold books, lots of books and comics and magazines.
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A book stall on the platform
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There was a stall selling hot milk, coffee, tea and almond milk. We tried the hot almond milk. Delicious!

Travellers in various stages of travel were milling about. Some ready to go home. Some just starting their journeys (you could make this out from their well-groomed apperance and compact luggage). Some waiting to catch a connecting train.

The cacophony of voices was periodically broken, when the PA system announced the arrival and departure of trains.

There were vendors with trays containing take-away food. Then, the men who sold tea with their trademark chant – “Chai, chai, chai, chai”, delicately balancing plastic cups and the tea urn, and moving deftly in that limited space.

We walked down further, and saw the glittering weighing machine with its dancing lights and spinning disc.

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The glittering light weighing machine
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My husband and I smiled, as both of us remembered our respective childhoods – when checking one’s weight on the railway platform weighing scale, was a must-do activity.

The machine had a slot for a one rupee coin. Once we stood on the scale and put the coin into the slot, the lights would start flashing and a disc would start spinning. After about 30 seconds, the machine would spit out a small cardboard card, which had your weight on one side and a message on the other side.

I recently read an article that these machines were put in place during British times in India, when people did not have personal weighing scales in their homes.

We stood looking at the machine and remembering. No takers now. People just walked past the machine.

We called our children and ask them to get on the machine. Then my husband and I did the same. More for the thrill rather than to know our my weight. Four cardboard cards came out.

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Cards that come out of the machine
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My daughter and son called out their messages and read out their weights. I only looked at the message-side of the card.

We walked back to where our coach number was listed. Just then the PA system announced the arrival of our train. The metal serpent slowly trundled in, off-loading weary travellers and inviting the new ones on board.

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38 thoughts on “An hour on the railway platform

  1. NJ

    oh my god ..such a beautiful memoir …it just took be back to my childhood days , where we have to persuade our parents to let us check our weight on those glittery machines and that picture of the weight card just added charm to your blog πŸ™‚ And when you said book stall ..your favorite place ..I totally agreed … so many times I have been dragged out of bookstalls and stores πŸ˜› πŸ˜‰

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  2. Sash

    Nice one Nirmala. Brought back memories of the weighing machine and that they never showed the right weight or that’s what we would want to believe.

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  3. Belinda Crane

    This is lovely Nimi. You took me there again of course (all aboard the Nimi train!”). I would feel a bit paranoid stepping on those scales. If it started flashing and saying something like “Warning!” I think I would die on the spot! πŸ™‚

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  4. Marissa Bergen

    Traveling always makes fora wonderful story! It’s funny how these scales were used more often in the past. I guess it makes sense if many Indian people did not have their own scales at home, but I wonder if it’s also tied in to the fact that people are more weight conscious now and wouldn’t want to even be seen weighing themselves in public.

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    1. nimi naren Post author

      I think kids would still do it just for the novelty of the spinning lights and the card, but LoLπŸ˜‰πŸ˜‰ women…hmmm not so sure. Thankfully these machines only give out a card, imagine if they announced one’s weightπŸ˜†πŸ˜†

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      1. katelon

        I haven’t. I’d love to visit there but to be honest am a bit intimidated by it. My acupuncturist friend and his family went, loved it, and all got pretty sick while there, and they had said that is normal.

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  5. reocochran

    My goodness, this was a great post with wonderful and magical happenings around the railway station. I used to like the old fortune telling machines, which got rather “famous” when Tom Hanks wished to be a grown up, in the movie, “Big.” I do remember the wonderful brass weighing machines in arcades. We may have had one antique one at Cedar Point Amusement Park, years ago. Thanks for the trip down memory lane. I appreciate all this and always like to see places where people are greeting and parting. It is fun to watch. Smiles, Robin

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  6. Prakash Hegade

    That was a lively post! Description makes it look so lively! And its nice to know those weighing machines are still there. I used to check out during my childhood and hardly seen in my city these days!

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