Third Class Unreserved!!
Who would have thought it?
Me on that living nightmare!
Don’t get me wrong.
I liked Indian trains. Didn’t need First Class or Tourist Class or anything like that.
Second Class was fine.
I mean, Second Class Reserved.
But not Third Class Un – Reserved.
Hell no!
Here’s the deal for Third Class Unreserved: an unlimited number of tickets are sold. Once you have a ticket, you get on the train anyway you can. Your options are: being crammed inside a carriage like sardines in a tin or sitting on top of the roof or hanging off the side of the train along with hundreds of others.
Third Class Unreserved is for poor Indians (ie, the great majority of India’s billion people).
I got on that train because I didn’t have any choice. Like, none.
How did I end up on it?