Delhi Metro Train is an amazing way to know Delhi and do a fair demographic survey. While travelling you’ll meet all kinds of people of all the colors, lingos, styles etc. And even when you have no batteries left on your Mp3 player, or you have forgot to get the novel with you, there is no chance of getting bored if you like observing people. Sometimes I do it purposely. It’s like having a silent tour of Delhi or a silent detour from the normal sensible thinking. It’s like making nonsense sound sensible.
Well I meet metro after every six months or I can say during my internships and every time I see these people I just think of writing something about them. As an orthodox Indian, I would always pray before I enter the station. Not for my journey but for the line to the ticket counter. This time I have made Metro card but for the last three times of my internships despite the Metro lady’s announcement I gave no heed. But when you miss the metro by split seconds the sight of the metro card would flash whenever you blink. So I decided to finally get that metro card with me and blink inside the metro not outside with that ‘Oh My God’ looks.
Now they have ladies dabbas too! It’s an amazing scene when the ladies shout on the guys who accidently or non accidently (probability of latter is more) enter in their special compartment. And here goes all the frustration of being the minority in the battle of sexes. But mind you ladies it is the truth and we have to work on it. Well ideas of feminism also sometimes look jarring when you see those distracting colors and the chamkili saris. And why should curse them, when the ladies in the soaps wear those saris 24X7, what would you expect from our ladies, not to follow them? Well we being true Indians, always wish to have a miraculous love story in the metro. Because these little ‘Hi/Hello/excuse me’ accidents gives a kick start to the whole DDLJ! So when you sitting in the metro, you’ll keep crossing your finger until and unless the hottest guy sits with you and then you try to at least get to know their names so that you can follow them on facebook and add them. Thanks to the social networking!
Well DMRC has many funny sides to it even if the doors open only on two sides! So keep reading my blog kyunki yeh yaatra yahan samapt nahi hui(the journey doesn’t terminates here!)
Well I meet metro after every six months or I can say during my internships and every time I see these people I just think of writing something about them. As an orthodox Indian, I would always pray before I enter the station. Not for my journey but for the line to the ticket counter. This time I have made Metro card but for the last three times of my internships despite the Metro lady’s announcement I gave no heed. But when you miss the metro by split seconds the sight of the metro card would flash whenever you blink. So I decided to finally get that metro card with me and blink inside the metro not outside with that ‘Oh My God’ looks.
Now they have ladies dabbas too! It’s an amazing scene when the ladies shout on the guys who accidently or non accidently (probability of latter is more) enter in their special compartment. And here goes all the frustration of being the minority in the battle of sexes. But mind you ladies it is the truth and we have to work on it. Well ideas of feminism also sometimes look jarring when you see those distracting colors and the chamkili saris. And why should curse them, when the ladies in the soaps wear those saris 24X7, what would you expect from our ladies, not to follow them? Well we being true Indians, always wish to have a miraculous love story in the metro. Because these little ‘Hi/Hello/excuse me’ accidents gives a kick start to the whole DDLJ! So when you sitting in the metro, you’ll keep crossing your finger until and unless the hottest guy sits with you and then you try to at least get to know their names so that you can follow them on facebook and add them. Thanks to the social networking!
Well DMRC has many funny sides to it even if the doors open only on two sides! So keep reading my blog kyunki yeh yaatra yahan samapt nahi hui(the journey doesn’t terminates here!)
No comments:
Post a Comment