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“LIFE IN A METRO”

It was a regular Monday morning and as usual I was getting ready for office. One negative of staying alone as a bachelor is that there is no one in the morning to really help you or force you to have breakfast at home but I won’t really complain. I take out my car and as usual, play my favourite songs, on high volume, and enjoy the drive to the metro station. The traffic in Delhi is so chaotic and brainless that one who loves to drive will also not really take the risk of stress driving. Yes, that’s how driving in Delhi can be termed as “STRESSFULL”. I reach my metro station and park my car with that angry look on the center of my forehead as always, as I never find a suitable place on the ground parking and always have to park in the basement and in turn shell out Rs 80 heavy bucks everyday against Rs 30 light bucks for surface parking space. Whenever I reach the parking spot of this metro station I wonder how people really make it so early just to park their cars on ground parking to save those 50 bucks but at the end of the day early comers do save Rs 1100 a month. (I’d utilize those saved bucks in having a nice beer with my lady love 😉).

Ok, so cutting my parking woes short let’s continue through my day and here I reach the platform after racing against so many others to rightfully stand on the marking made on the platform where the door of metro will exactly open. HAHAHA, looking at the people’s expression at the very time makes me laugh out loud inside when they see that someone is standing already at their favorite spot but still will really make all their efforts to just make sure that they are also in the race of getting inside the metro and grab a seat, by willfully squeezing in a little and trust me, it’s so funny to experience this. (LOL)

So, at last, I make it inside and get my preferred and favorite seat and sit comfortably and then comes my phone in my hand to check all the messages and play games and attend other official/personal calls. But in an hour-long journey to my office destination I come across so many kinds of people. Trust me it’s difficult to find such a vast and vague variety of people under one squeezed roof ever and I am that lucky one to witness that every day, sometimes to my horror and sometimes to my laughing friend inside me (HAHAHA). The game I am playing on my mobile during my journey, obviously doesn’t continue for long hence it gives me enough time really to observe all the fellow passengers and check out their minute to minute activity.

There are many who knows that you won’t get full network when the train is underground even if you switch your data off but still they will pretend to keep talking to someone on the other side, just to make sure that others watches them. These are the ones who would really take your attention towards them by talking loud and always laughing in between, (as I observed, they laugh on an average after every 45 seconds) making others believe that their phone service provider is good for nothing or the government is good for nothing to make sure that there are enough network boosters installed in the tunnels on all train routes, as if you are the most imp VVIP in that metro. LOL.

Anyways, this goes on and then there is some 19 years young boy, going to college, who would be engrossed on his car race or wrestling game on his mobile and is shaking his full body as if he himself is taking all the blows physically and to top it up, making those funny sounds of uff, shit, fuck man, oh god, et.al. Makes me wonder and remember my playing days when I used to play video games on tv and used to take out same familiar sounds 😉.

Then someone will suddenly come in front of you and stand right almost in your face to make sure that you become equally uncomfortable as him, but somehow it doesn’t bother me, and instead my one look and a nice subtle kick from under the seat says it all and I smartly cover it up by gesturing my hand. Poor soul thinks it’s an apologetic gesture but little he knows that it’s a warning signal that you better stand properly :P. But at the end of the journey I feel strong that I didn’t bow down to this lovely affair of traveling in a metro (HAHAHA, I am so devilish).

Also, in this vast ocean of people in metro, we have these lovely beautiful aunties or rather I should call them ladies, (Aunty nowadays is an outdated word, LOL) who so lovingly looks at you, by standing right in front of you, while you are sitting, as if you have committed a big crime by grabbing a seat and by not getting up and offering that seat to the lady. you are committing a horrific, rather, biggest crime of your life by being seated comfortably in front of the lady or ladies. It’s like as if you’d go to hell if you do not offer your seat to the lady. Well, if you don’t then who knows you are being cursed by the lady from within in her heart and the next moment you see yourself getting up and offering that seat to an old lady or a man, and if at all, out of a noble thought, you decide to offer that seat of yours to her, you’d surely be replied with a “THANKS” and sometimes that thanks can sound and make you feel that you have bathed in Ganges and washed away all your day’s sins of traveling in a metro at that very moment.

You know the sins don’t you!!! Yes, the sin of racing against the people to stand at that marked point where the door of the bogie will open, the sin of just running in the bogie in a hush to grab that one seat which is being eyed by 10 others, Sin of taking a sigh of relief after you get a seat, and the sin of keeping that expression of comfort on your face while you are seated. Come on, don’t you think these are big sins!! Well “Life in A Metro” while traveling does makes one feel the same at the end of his journey.

 NOTE: Views expressed in this story/article are my own under Right to Express as my fundamental right. This story/article is not pointed towards anyone who travels in a Metro in a derogatory manner and is purely a work of my own individual thoughts and observations.

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