I was returning to school from my vacation with a ton of food that was not permitted inside the campus. My copassenger on the train was a tall, burly man with a thick beard and eyebrows with a menacing look. We did not exchange a word during the journey. He had features that could intimidate an oversized grizzly bear and I didn’t find the need to make conversation. Making conversation with people has always been a strength of mine and leaving them fuming at the end of it too lies in the range of my extraordinary skills. Hence, I decided not to mess about with the grizzly. On the seat adjacent to ours, my gaze fell and comfortably rested upon an attractive lady. I have a terrible habit of constantly staring at extravagantly winsome members of the opposite sex irrespective of their age. This woman was well into her thirties and really pretty. As all people do, she caught me staring at her. For a split second I did not know what to do, and then, slowly, I smiled and nodded at her. She returned a smile, but it carried an element of suspicion. Soon, I got bored and dozed off. Two minutes later, I woke up to the sound of sobbing and weeping. Five men, with knives were hijacking our compartment. I turned to Grizzly, who had the look of a seven year old school boy painted all over his face. This sinister looking man was now cowering before the five young men. I could not understand this by any means.The hijackers approached us. The man gave them his wallet and told them in a high pitched voice that certainly failed to live up to his features, that that was all he had. They took away my money, watch, phone and an unopened ginger ale can. I was extremely incensed and irked because I had just given up five thousand rupees in cash and my expensive watch and phone. Everyone in the compartment was shocked and did not know what to do. All our cellphones were taken. The thieves had gained the most from me for I had stupidly left my wallet in my pocket, instead of locking it up in a bag or something. I asked the man in front of me, yeah, the grizzly- why he didn’t beat them up. His hairy face manufactured an expression that a girl does when you burp on the dinner table. He said that he was totally against violence and would not even lay a finger on another man. Meanwhile, the hijackers alighted at a station. The woman who was my object of scrutiny a robbery and a nap ago, was like any other passenger, distressed. I took the chance and went up to her to console her. She barely looked up as she spoke to me, but I was close enough to get her womanly aura. My words of consolation bounced off her like a tennis ball bounces off a tennis racquet, the only difference being, the tennis racquet was marvellously beautiful. After putrid food and unclean toilets, the ticket inspectors are probably the most irritating commodities that one may come across on a train. They roam about elegantly clothed in ties and coats and black, polished shoes, never jettisoning their scrupulous dispostion even when they lurk about in the middle of the night awakening passengers to examine their tickets. I was angry at the prospect of having to take my arms of the lady’s shoulders and languidly fish into my pocket for the tiny scrap of paper. It was missing. I realised that I had left it all in my wallet which the hijackers had taken. Now, if I had had an innocent face of an eleventh grader, the ticket man would have pitied me and let me be. But, I didn’t possess any qualities of a standard eleventh standard kid, even possesing a goatee and longish side burns. To worsen my image as a student, I had my arms firmly placed on the shoulders of a middle aged lady. All the passengers were snoring away blissfully and I had noone to support me and offer proof that my ticket had been taken by thieves. I didn’t even have enough wad to bribe this depriver of sleep. After a heated up argument, I was discarded at the next station, one that I had not even heard of. Here I was without the basic necessities of the twenty-first century. I would have to sleep in the waiting room and borrow someone’s phone to call up the school taxi to pick me up from wherever this place was. As I curled up on a bench, the man opposite to me in the train came to my mind, why would God even create this lamb in a lion’s clothing? If he actually was what he looked like, I would have been five thousand rupees, a cell-phone and a watch richer and safely on my way to school. However, there’s a cliched saying ‘every cloud has a silver lining’ and the silver border that my dark cloud branded was that I would be able to skip the Sociology exam tomorrow, and I had not spend even a split second preparing for it. Smiling to myself like a maniac, I thanked my big and hairy copassenger who had just saved my life.