A friend

It has been almost three months now and everything seems to change, especially your life after passing college. I sometime feel that how much the four-hour journey makes one tired. But metro seems to be the escape from the busy roads in the monsoon season. Metro has incredibly doing well and everyday I see the crowd brimming up. I have seen people getting flexible in adjusting themselves in the minimal of the space. I was standing on my toes because the female fraternity was all around me. I held the handles with both of my hands so that I don’t bump into any one. In this crooked situation, I met a girl once. She was just standing quite near to me. A fat lady struggled herself between the crowd and almost pushed us while walking out. I made an irritated face, so did the girl. We both looked at each other and exchanged the looks of disgust. And then the conversation began. I looked at her closely while talking because I found her quite interesting. I noticed this girl in the metro for the past one week, but never thought I’ll ever talk to her because there were so many seen faces around metro whom I never befriended. So as we started talking, about the crowd, about female compartment, then peculiar females and then we didn’t stopped till today. I would have probably hated myself now, if I were the kind of a girl three weeks ago. All of this would have happened because of the amount of chitchat I have started off with her. She works in a fashion firm and has graduated from NIFT. And she is a straightforward personality. The first day itself this female made me realize that I need to reduce my weight. Well her comments did encourage me to start exercising daily. She told me about her family which comprised of about six siblings including her. As she mentioned this she had a big smile, as she knew how I would react. And thank God she smiled, because I was totally shocked. So now both of us have started going together and find an amusing time in Metro, sharing jokes, making more friends and yes being sarcastic to some irritating fellows. (I' m still learning being that) Sometimes I wonder making friend when you are twenty-one has great benefits. One is that you have almost reached maturity and the other is that you have more experiences to share. I hope this friendship become better as the journey goes on.

Life, Anna, Metro

The Anna movement is all over the nation. Everyday in Delhi is like living a patriotic movie. The Ramlila Maidan or India Gate, I can picture every bit of it in the History books that will come in the following years. Everyone is affected by the corruption in India, but this man Anna, has the balls to question the Government on its face. The Jan Lokpal Bill and Anna’s team are fighting for months for this Bill eradicate corruption completely. I often hear people talking about the movement in the Metro, giving opinions about his hunger strike and the Bill.

Recently, I read some news on China’s warfare building a huge army of 2.25 million people and causing worries for us. But on the other hand Team Anna is no less in support. It has reached upto four million! The former was scary for everyone, but latter is causing quite a big amount of pain in Government ass.

If it is in Delhi then it is in metro also. I see people with Anna topis everyday shouting ‘Inquilab Zindabaad’ and ‘Vande Maatrm’ in the Metro premises. Well the new generation is no less in giving interesting slogans. For instance, twinkle twinkle little star, Anna s a superstar and something like Na na na naare, Anna Hazaare! One can imagine the number of people going crazy on winning the Cricket world cup but against corruption the number is crossing all records.

The smell of sweat, the fragrance of nationalism has filled the Metro completely.

I always used to sit with my grandpa and talk about the scene during Independence. He used to tell me various stories about the movement at that time. How different people came in the picture to lead the movement. Though Gandhi was the biggest leader, there were others much stronger than him playing their roles silently. Imagine the moment then and see the upsurge now. With so many inventions and makeover of technology and the media, Anna’s movement has gained maximum momentum. It is the biggest unification moment India has ever observed.

Anna’s topic has over shadowed the conversations in the Metro. Now people talk sensible stuff. Instead of dirty talking over the phone or talk about the episodes they missed of the stupid saas bahu sagas, the people in the Metro talk about corruption and how Anna is handling the movement.

I remember the day I went to see him. It was his last day of fast and the amounts of people participating were humungous. I saw people in white dhoti kurta, young ones with painted tattoos on their skins of Indian flag. It was a time to remember, everyone participating with so much agitation gathered so much confidence inside me, made me proud being an Indian. Balls to energy drinks, imagine the amount of enthusiasm, one gets when there are thousands of people around you with one motive in their heads.

Well the fast ended well achieving it’s purpose or half of the purpose as quoted by Anna. Someone has said nothing is constant and nowadays I see these words turning into reality. Within a few days, things have changed.

It’s either the busy schedule or the weather I don't know why I have stopped hearing about Anna on board.

Metro starts again

The metro journey starts with a spree this season because now it’s the place, where I spend about four hours of my life everyday. Trust me sometimes you feel like driving it yourself because the metro follows the speed of a snail. But you need to control your emotions and follow the 10 kmph motion. I travel end to end of the metro and cross three states daily. I must say it’s tiring but I’ m adapting to it. Now I’ am no longer a one month intern but a trainee for six months. So this is for sure that Metro will be there with me till 2012 and probably for more time. It has been a month now and I have experienced a change in my friend Metro. It is wisely said that people change with time but now I think Metro is no longer a non-living thing. It is running in the heart of the country and probably represents the vein of it. About lakhs of people travel everyday in metro, back and forth. The metaphor for ladies compartment would be as short as ‘head over heels’ and ‘heels over heels’ and also ‘head over head’ and sometimes…I think I should just stop using my head now because I know you can Imagine. If I were a History teacher, I would love to take my students to junctions like Rajiv Chowk and Central secretariat so that they understand the chapter of Jalliawalla Bagh easily. Adding to this, even if I was a science teacher these places would have been best place to teach my students about mass, volume and principles of buoyancy. If you closely look at this you’ll always find something in the Metro that will give you a smile on your face. A little kid, some pep talk f girls and some funnily dressed people. When you going towards HUDA City Centre, you’ll realize the amount of people who want to board the train from Rajiv Chowk behaving indifferently. 70% of them would be underestimating their size and will try to pick some pixel in the Metro and when the doors will be closed they’’ smile in relief and think twice to look at the people who missed the chance to fit in. They fear of getting an omen from someone right in the morning, spoiling the rest of their day! It’s summers and it’s a challenge to travel in a public transport. You’ll meet some sweat machine and some bad breaths. But all you have to learn is the power to control your breath or spray a deodorant in case you have it. In a crowded Metro one more thing than odors is people wearing irritating embroideries, which pricks you as it passes by. With this even the heavy bags that punches you at all the crucial places and then you have to either pass a fake smile or return a frown. You might have met those stinky hair oil people and some frizzy curly ones too that poke you whenever they are around. To save yourself from all this atyaachar, just tap them and ask them to do something or just do something yourself –get out of there!

Metro my friend is an invention in Delhi which makes us patient and ‘patient.’ So which patient you would want to be? J

Life in a Metro

seems am missing the metro experience. It's been so long that I have used the public transport. Life in a Metro train never seemed so enticing. I think I miss the crowd, I think miss the misses and the misters who never had a clue why they are pushing people. I wonder what makes the metro so popular, probably the AC? or it might be the Pollution free factor? It might be an emotional quotient or the Dilli factor...
My love for Metro would probably be a love of a silent observer standing with headphones on but not listening to music but listening to the girls talking about how weird is their professor or hearing the ladies talking about how the other girl at office is trying to act smart or mushy talks in a long distance relationship. LDRs are actually a challenge, if you survive it, you are actually made for each other. Well Metro is something which I would love to travel everyday and have a time to look at the world around me and make me realize that there are so many different kinds of minds in the world, so even if I act weird someday, I walk into the metro and I see a weirder person sitting next to me and feel good about myself. I have been so attached with metro that one day when I was feeling all worn out and felt that when I'll be happy again, I heard my friend through the loudspeaker saying,"There will be a short delay to this service. Please bare with us" and I felt better again. Life's goes on a buffer mode on a metro and turns the duffer like me into a tougher person. That's why it is "Meri Dilli Meri Metro"