{"id":757,"date":"2010-09-04T07:17:36","date_gmt":"2010-09-04T06:17:36","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/nanavati.eu\/weblog\/?p=757"},"modified":"2010-09-04T07:17:36","modified_gmt":"2010-09-04T06:17:36","slug":"the-long-train-ride","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/daniel.footstepsbooks.com\/index.php\/2010\/09\/04\/the-long-train-ride\/","title":{"rendered":"The Long Train Ride"},"content":{"rendered":"<p style=\"text-align: justify;\">I used to love trains. When I was nine and coming home from my school for the holidays I was put into a carriage (the old carriages in the UK had six seats in them with doilies for head rests and sliding doors to the rest of the train) and I felt very grown up. I had the other passengers in fits when the guard came round and said &#8216;drinks being served&#8217;, and I piped up, &#8220;That is what I was waiting for.&#8221; Drinks to me meant a cup of tea, and one of the elderly gentlemen in the carriage bought me my tea. A different age, one cannot imagine that happening much today.<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\">My most interesting train journey was from Mumbai to Poona and having men run up and down the aisle whilst the travellers didn&#8217;t move an inch bringing them drinks and papers and food. \u00a0You always know a slave culture because those serving always run. It was however a blissful train ride and very comfortable.<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\">Today in the UK the trains are smelly and crowded more often-than-not. They run on time and give you lots of chances to listen to everyone else&#8217;s conversations, to plug in your laptop and type away and they get you to where you are going. Pure function without any beauty and barely anything worth remembering.<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\">Human creations inevitably degrade to the ugly as the first flush of discovery \u00a0trades brilliance for profit.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>I used to love trains. When I was nine and coming home from my school for the holidays I was put into a carriage (the old carriages in the UK had six seats in them with doilies for head rests and sliding doors to the rest of the train) and I felt very grown up&#8230;.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":2,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[4],"tags":[742],"class_list":["post-757","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-daily","tag-trains"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/daniel.footstepsbooks.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/757","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/daniel.footstepsbooks.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/daniel.footstepsbooks.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/daniel.footstepsbooks.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/2"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/daniel.footstepsbooks.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=757"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/daniel.footstepsbooks.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/757\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/daniel.footstepsbooks.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=757"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/daniel.footstepsbooks.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=757"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/daniel.footstepsbooks.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=757"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}