Sharing some funny and heartwarming moments from my own life.

Mistaking a Woman for a Man

During my corporate days, I used to take the Virar ladies’ special from Churchgate. Just before it, a regular Virar train would arrive, and every day there was confusion.

Men would often board by mistake. Sometimes we’d politely tell them, “Yeh ladies special train hai.”

Back then, the Virar train crowd had its own unspoken order—fixed groups, designated spots, familiar faces. One day, my friend and I caught the ladies’ special. I noticed a man sitting by my usual window seat.

Politely, I informed him, “Yeh ladies special train hai.” I said it once, twice, thrice. He completely ignored me. I was baffled.

The more I insisted, the more he ignored me. I was flabbergasted. Finally, my friend gently nudged me on my elbow to be quiet. I didn’t understand—until she told me to sit down.

And then I realised it was a woman not a man. In that moment, I wanted the earth to swallow me up as I literally died of embarrassment. :)

The Kind Motormen

The motormen on the Virar locals gave us many sweet, funny moments. Some of them were incredibly kind. Sometimes, a motorman would hold the train until I reached my coach. 

Another one stopped the train after it had already left Churchgate just so that I could climb in. The women’s first class is at the far end, so I’d keep walking, knowing the motorman was waiting for me. 

But what he didn’t know was that I was actually waiting for the next train. When he finally realised I wasn’t boarding, he’d start the train—and I’d smile to myself. 😊

My Funny Dreams

Once, I dreamt of two Chinese babies laughing at me. In the dream, I kept telling them “Huan Chang”—which I later discovered means happy and jubilant. 

Another night, when I was feeling deeply sad and low, I dreamt of two men making me laugh so hard that I had to clutch my stomach and beg them to stop. 😊 

My Forgetting Habit

When I need answers I meditate or look for signs. On days when I feel lazy to do meditation, I take the easy route out. I make chits and write all the answers on them. I shuffle and see which one comes through. Later on, I place that chit in one of my books

Now here’s the best part. A day or two later, I completely forget what I wrote—and which book I placed it in. So, when I randomly pick up a book to read and a chit falls out, I feel excited like a small child, not knowing what message awaits me… even though I wrote it myself. All because I cannot remember. Silly me...😊