'My Derailments With Truth' is a gut busting journey of Ravina Shekhar, a beauty-with-brains civil servant in the Department of Railway. Riding on a turbine fuelled truth traction, she runs her course full throttle in the high speed corridors of power and the fuzzy fractured tracks of hierarchy. She attempts to apply her 'chopping logic' in train operations, but the shrieking superiors mock her intelligence simply because she could 'conceive' like men. She conscientiously works with her colleagues and juniors to ensure highest standards in public service, but the roughhouse rule keepers point fingers at her incorruptibility just because she could speak up despite being at the bottom of the pyramid. The recurring derailments on her professional front fail to put her down as she resurgently revitalizes her resolve to march on fearlessly by sobbing gushingly in the darkness of the night. Karma precedes kismet is a philosophy she understands. It keeps her going. It keeps her thinking. But the turn of events on her personal living bring her to the junction where the derailment zone starts off. Till all such time she had constantly rubbished the phenomena of true love but when she lumpishly tries her hand at finding inner peace she is scandalised at herself. A fleeting fatuous peep into her own imagery throws up the image of an obtainable soul mate. She is excited at the prospect and hopes to convert it into a relationship. But the understated over-particular societal incitements irrationalize her progressive and polished parents, and she is impetuously married off. BFFs Aadhira and Radha Mam face similar derailments in their life paths, despite being partners in crime on the philosophy construct. Was kismet preloading karma?