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A Robbery in a Running Train

Essay No. 01

Robberies or cries are very frequent today. I had a bitter experience of the same.

Once I was going by Frontier Mail from Delhi to Amritsar. It was a cold night. The train was running at full speed. The trees, houses, poles were wheeling back. The stations were passing one after another. The train halted at only selected stations. Some persons were dozing some others were reading novels, magazines, and newspapers; some of them were playing cards, some were discussing important political matters and burning questions of the day and some of them were gossiping and chatting. The train was now heading for an important station of Shahabad Markanda.    

All of a sudden I saw some person quietly entering the compartment. They had rifles and sharp knives in their hands and had covered their faces with cloth. One of the dacoits ordered the passengers to raise their hands up or they would be shot dead. The faces of all passengers turned pale and without uttering words, raised their hands. The dacoits took whatever they could and snatched whoever resisted. The women and children were crying but the dacoits turned a deaf ear to their cries and shrieks. One of the passengers resisted giving his valuables but soon they stabbed him to death. In the end, they pulled the chain and ran away in the jungle in the cover of darkness when the train stopped.   

The guard came to our compartment and found the condition of the passengers miserable. He asked the reason from the weeping women and crying children. By the time many passengers had come out of their compartment and gathered outside our compartment. No one dared to chase the dacoits. The dead body of the passenger was removed and sent for postmortem examination by the railway police. 

It was a pathetic scene. I was cursing the time when I deiced to go on this journey. I continuously thought about the dead passenger and his pathetic death. At the same time, it was a narrow escape for all others including me.

The dacoits had run away with the looted booty. The police after searching here and there, left the idea of chasing them. The train again moved on. No one cared for the passengers who had been robbed.

A Train Robbery

Essay No. 02

Last Sunday, I had to travel by express train from Delhi to Mumbai. I had a horrible experience. It was night. It so happened that as the train reached Vadodara, about half a dozen masked young men entered our compartment. Most of the passengers were asleep. It was a two-tier sleeper in which I was travelling. I was half-awake. The coming of the masked men looked at me as if I were having a dream. Hence, though a bit terrified, I did not raise an alarm. The masked men had guns in their hands. They at once started searching the pockets of the sleeping men and women. They left me alone as I was only a small child. They didn’t touch my papa either as he was sleeping on the floor of the compartment, as he could not get a seat, having failed to book his berth, and they took him for a pauper. Meanwhile, some men and women woke up. They wanted to shout but the dacoits placed their guns close to their ears and threatened to kill them if they raised an alarm. The dacoits ordered all the passengers in the compartment to hand them over their valuables, particularly gold ornaments and cash. The people obeyed them sheepishly. Very slowly, I woke up my father and whispered in his ears telling him what was happening in the compartment. He caught hold of the leader of the dacoits and he fell down. I whistled loudly with my mouth. But as the train slowed down at a small wayside station, all the dacoits got down and disappeared in the darkness of the night.