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
