somebody coming?

Amma..

Ayyaa......! The sound from portico reveraberated inside the house. the lady of the house came to the front hall worrying why so many beggers at one time? Has India become so poor all of a sudden?
Atleast twenty voices from the other side of the door cried again now a wee bit louder. 

She felt it was not wise to open the door at this hour .It was 8 pm  her husband was not in the house. so.."Ok let me peep through the side window " she thought...Oh!! of course there were more than twenty people and can you imagine ! they all wore white dhoties and whiter shirts. 

 "what! Have the beggers changed their uniform too?"

 One of them saw her face shadowed in the window. and shouted "Amma vangamma....Namma thalaivar vadhukiraaru"" ok ofcourse they do have a leader and ..now wait I can see the flag and phamplets in their hands.."

 she reviewed the situation while the crowd out side became a little impatient. The pressure had built up and she could see the neighbours' doors opened and some from the crowd spreading towards them too. 

She opened the door atlast. And all in a chorus welcomed her in her own house! One of them sensed her insecurity and came forward to expalin all. "we are from the so and so party..you know very well how our leader here has done so much to this place( what!  I dont remember any) new roads(is there a road any where in sight?) and drinking water in all streets..(when did that happen ?) Street lights every where ( Hallo!  you are visible only because I switched on my portico lights) 
"Amma!  your vote is only to us our leader our party the only party which vouch to work for the upliftment of our constituency..." one of the white shirts started..while he handed over the phamplet describing what the party planned to do and boasting what it thought it did.

Now she became more conversing and asked "sir I will definetly vote for you but..."
"tell me amma is there any problem?  Our leader will definitely attend to it immediately" said the leader.

 "yes.. the problem is I dont have a vote in this constituency and it is  in another place where I previously lived....."

She kept talking but then she found there was no one to listen as the beggers moved on to better pastures. 

the train

The train is scheduled to arrive in few minute. He is laid back as he has nothing much to do about .the train about to come has none of his interest. Then why is he there after all is none of your business.” Oh may be he is a tea coffee seller...” you may think. No don’t come to that conclusion. Did he lose his brain and is one of those mental people roaming and rolling all over? No sir. Come on man he must be a Romeo of sorts. Just sight seeing? Don’t you dare think so? He is not that type. Ok... don’t lose your patience. You may come to know about it soon. Mean while there is some rush near the platform. The mechanized voice has injected some life into the waiting crowd. Suit cases roll and porters appear from nowhere…the stalls start moving close by. A sure sign of some train no not goods train but a passenger one coming in. but you look at our hero he stays put. No hurry.
Any way he has nothing to worry. There is  this "Everything is  taken care of"  look on his face or is it that he really has  nothing to take care of?

There is the whistle. The train chucks in. it is an intermediate station .not much time left to board or alight. Just two minutes one passerby is heard saying . Since your train is not this one may be you too just try to relax. But then there you are worrying again why is ‘he’ relaxed. There is only one minute and then he starts to run towards the puffing train trying to get in before it moves.

“that’s all I saw sir before the train blasted and bodies lying strewn all over” was your statement before the police and TV cameras while you lie in the hospital