Set 1: Essay On Visit to a Railway Station
A railway station is one of the busiest places in the city ” town. Whether it is night or day, it does not know of any est. There is hustle and bustle all the time at railway station. People are seen boarding the train and getting down of them.
Then the cry of the coolies, passengers and hawkers makes the scene noisy. Last Sunday, I went to New Delhi Railway Station to receive my sister. She was coming from Lucknow. We reached the station at 9 p.m. Outside the station there was great rush of taxis, cars and scooters. Passengers were rushing here and there with their luggage. Many porters were there waiting for the passengers to carry their luggage.
At the ticket windows, people were waiting in the queues to buy the tickets. Many people were there who had come to receive or see off their relations. I went to buy a platform ticket. There was a big crowd of people. There were a number of stalls. Some were selling tea, snacks, magazines books, toys, etc.
The train arrived, the passengers rushed at it. There was a great confusion. My sister got down quickly. We hired a taxi and returned home.
Set 2: Essay On Visit to a Railway Station
My cousin was to arrive from Delhi. My father sent me to the station to receive him. I bought a platform ticket and entered the station.
There were fifteen minutes left for the arrival of the train. The platform was crowded with people. Very few people were actual travellers. Some, like me, had come to receive their relations and others had come to see someone off. People kept their luggage ready. Porters in their uniforms got ready to carry the luggage and load it into the train. There were bookstalls from where people bought books, newspapers and magazines. Some people were busy watching television.
Next the sound of a whistle was heard. The train arrived. There was a scramble of people towards the train. They would not allow the passengers to alight. They tried to rush into the train. The hawkers and vendors became active. They went up and down the platform shouting their wares. They sold tea, cold drinks and eatables. The travellers in the train looked very tired. I searched all over the train for my cousin. I could not find him. Perhaps I had missed him in all that crowd and confusion.
wondered what had happened to him. Soon it was time for the train to leave. The guard blew the whistle and the train proceeded on its journey. The platform which was humming with life and activity became quiet and deserted. There | found my cousin standing at the side of the platform.
Thad passed my time very pleasantly by watching the scene at our railway station. A railway station is a place where one can always find much noise and activity. We are lucky to have trains to travel by. We pity our forefathers who had to travel very slowly by bullock cart. We must thank science for our railways.
Set 3: Essay On Visit to a Railway Station
A railway station is a very busy and noisy place where travellers are either entering or leaving the station. This I found out when our teacher made all the necessary arrangements for our class to take a trip to the Howrah station.
At the entrance we were met by Mr D’Cruz, who was the guard of the Kalka Mail. He was off duty, so he was happy to be our guide. He took us to the platform and it was interesting to see hundreds of passengers waiting eagerly for their train to arrive. Some were sitting on the benches reading the newspapers, sipping a cup of tea or a cold drink while others were pacing up and down the platform. Vendors were busy selling their goods and porters in red shirts sat in a line waiting to help the passengers load or unload their luggage from the train.
On one platform a train, the Coromandal, steamed in and then there was a lot of noise and confusion. People were pushing their way out of the train, trying to get quickly to the taxi stand. Porters went rushing into the compartments trying to help passengers carry their luggage.
Mr D’Cruz then took us to a quieter part of the station and showed us the various railway officials’ offices, the restroom, the restaurant, snack bar, book stalls and curio shops.
Then Mr D’Cruz gave us all a big surprise. He took us to a platform which was almost deserted. Only a few people were moving around. Then we saw an engine which looked new and had the number 1835 printed on a brass plate. There were three bogies attached to it and Mr D’Cruz informed us that this was one of the trains used when the British were in India.
Our tour of the station ended with a cold drink and a packet of wafers given generously by Mr D’Cruz.