For an Indian waiting for a Shinkansen to arrive on a railway platform in Japan was like waiting for a mythical creature — something that I had heard so much about, but did not believe could be true. It arrived, no, rushed in like a monster — long nosed, sturdy, roaring, as if terribly hungry — but came to a halt, almost in stealth.
Everyone had their cameras poised, but few managed to get good photos or videos of the world famous high-speed bullet train, known in Japan as Shinkansen.
Passengers, unlike in India, stood silently in queue, almost as if paying their respects to the gentle giant who has brought Japan’s farthest corners within the reach of its capital city and despite its speed, has not caused a single fatality in 54 years of its operation. Read More