Showing posts with label people. Show all posts
Showing posts with label people. Show all posts

Sunday, September 29, 2013

Five people you meet in the Delhi Metro

The Delhi Metro, local train of New Delhi, India
If we could collect miles by travelling on the metro, I'm pretty sure I'd have collected enough for a world-tour. No really, I didn't have a car (I think cars are bad investments, but anyway that's a separate issue), autowallahs were too haughty, rickshaw-waalas were too slow, my friends were car-less, and sitting at home on the weekends was simply not an option that I entertained.

So I had the unique opportunity to travel long distances for random reasons on convoluted paths of the Delhi Metro. I can explain the use of the word convoluted: for example, if I had to go from point A to B, but the metro went from A to C to D and then to B, I'd happily tag along. It was cheap, had Air Conditioning, and fellow travelers graciously offered free, non-stop entertainment.

So now that I'm missing dilli, I thought I'd write an ode to by far the best place around there: The Women's Coach. I have seen many men standing on one leg, falling on the edges, spilling over the sides of the adjacent coach, staring right in (to the women's coach) of course pretending otherwise, trying hard to pry in on every conversation, so I thought I might as well do them the favor and spill the secret of this magic coach.


So here's the observation: all people aboard the Metro at any instant of time can broadly be classified into either or at best, a combination of, these five prime categories:

  • Stare at me, Size me up: This category is predominant: they are sharply dressed, but often have one super shiny, and very-out-of-place accessory on them, almost like a warning signal. Beware, the warning is no use, because by the time you notice the warning, they have noticed you.. Err did I say notice? I meant sized you up from top to bottom, noted all the brands (or lack thereof) that you're wearing, commented on whether the stud around your neck is gold or platinum, decided what 'type' of girl you are, where you live and what you might be up to at that time. They're the hawks and they kill their prey just by staring. So if you're suddenly more uncomfortable than a chicken squirming under butcher's knife, look out for hawk eyes (or the shiny accessory) 
  • Sleeping Beauty: If you don't find atleast one of this category through your ride, you are probably not travelling long enough. They can be spotted along the edge seats, leaning along the panes, enjoying the bumpy ride, some smiling, some mouth open, (once I even saw one drooling, urgh) all enjoying a a surprisingly peaceful siesta, without a care for the world.
    • Sleep walkers: this subtype jumps up at the sound of Rajiv Chowk Metro Station, neatly gets up (wipes away the drool) and walks out like sleep-walking in the metro is the 'in-thing' to do
  • Phone Connection: These ones are stuck to their phones. If the battery dies out, they would do anything to get to the one charging point in extreme end of the coach. Anything. And that means, leaning along five rows of people, requesting two other strangers (who happen to be sitting next to the charging point) to hold the wire and keep the connection as she continues to chatter/ text/ both on the amazingly addictive android device. Caution: This type is generally make-up heavy, and smell like Victoria's Secret, which is great, but they also have extremely well exercised jaw muscles. If you look close enough you can see ab-like sick packs right under the chin, a product of hard work from years of non-stop blabber. And yes, the whole metro knows their life history, past boyfriends, current boyfriends, how many people in office are hitting on them, who said what, whether the boss is cute looking, the latest CK sale, how the fruits are too expensive, but the pink MANGO shorts are a steal. Phew.
  • Lovers: These are the lovers, they travel in pairs, smile a lot, are obviously well-dressed, believe strongly in PDA, and weirdly enough travel right on the edge of the women's coach. The girl is on women's side, the guy is hanging on the other, and of course the hawk's eyes are hanging in right there. If you know what I mean. (If you don't, go to 1)
  • Books and Brew: If there were two seconds between their stop and the now, they'd open a book and read 1.75 words. No kidding, they could be hanging along the ceiling, one hand trying to balance the jerks, back trying to balance a back-pack, feet trying to twitch some space, nose trying to find some air, but eye-balls slithering along pages like a hungry snake advancing towards its prey. As expected, they're the easiest to spot - young, spectacled, (a spectacle themselves), serious, brooding, and not listening to the phone connection (for more, see 3). 

"Yatri kripya dhyaan dein..Dilli Metro mein khaana, peena, ve dhumra-paan varjit hai" 
(Travellers, please take note, smoking, drinking and eating is not permitted on the Delhi Metro)

Happy Travelling!

Tuesday, February 28, 2012

Friday, January 20, 2012

(Not) All That She Wants

I want to scream until my lungs blow out
And paint and read and sing out loud

Punch that wall and smash that door
Clip that flab and rip that sore

Pin him down and shut her up
Wipe that smile, blowup that crup

Jump n jive- whoosh out of town
And most of all, to just calm down.

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Dear Blog,
Its 2:58 A.M. But then, For you a thousand times over :)

Friday, December 23, 2011

{:}

Just because nobody complains doesn't mean all parachutes are perfect.

Saturday, July 24, 2010

Del And More

I have to post. It’s just been too long.

>>
We all look the same. We don’t end. People rush all over us, above us, below us, on top of us.. hang from the sides.. squeeze in the middle.. add at both ends.. and still manage to spill over. Who are we?
Meet the Flyovers!

If they create another of these never-ending, landmark-less, crazy concrete structures, they might as well create sun-spots as well. Those little green areas where people can come see the sky.
Mana tum Flyovers ho, uska yeh matlab nahi hawa mein udo.
>> Auto bhaiya, aap itne arrogant kyun ho?
‘126 HCL, kitna lenge?'
‘80 rupaiye’
‘Main roz pachaas mein jaati hoon bhaiya, chalna hai toh bo-‘
‘Arre madam aap ko pata nahi hai.. petrol ke rate bhad gaye hain.’
‘Bhaiya auto toh CNG par chalte hain.’
Auto goes. I stand.
Auto standing nearby : 'bhaiya 126, HCL..’
‘Nahi jaana.’
HUH! Talk about delhi attitude!

>>
Excepting Rajiv Chowk at 9:15 AM, you’re awesome. Really. And I like your AC too.
Metro ji, tussi great ho!
Just a little query… Why do people start running from one metro to another? The first time it happened I thought there was a fire! It’s not that far away. I brisk walk will do just fine you know.

> > Alooo, mujhe maaf kar do
Dearest Aloo,
I’m terribly sorry. I misunderstood you. You’re the best. You make food edible, Delhi affordable, and life livable. Can’t do without you, I swear!

Saturday, May 8, 2010

The First Of Many Lasts.

Can't believe I took my last viva.. LAASSSSSSTTTTT viva today... last viva ever.. the first of many lasts.

Getting slightly, I repeat slightly, senti!
Actually its this silly (Ok, not silly) song that I've been listening to.. has been ringing in my head since the past one hour. And unlike chewing gum, its not even losing its taste. Ewww, Trying to whack it out. Or better Still, sticking it on your chair!
:P

LAAASSSSSTTTT viva ever... last optical density reading.. last colorimeter setting.. last ethanol wipe, last chemical hoarding session, last broken test tube, last glassware fight..
LASSSSSTTTTTT!


"
And so we talked all night about the rest of our lives
Where we're gonna be when we turn 25
I keep thinking times will never change
Keep on thinking things will always be the same
But when we leave this year we won't be coming back
No more hanging out cause we're on a different track
And if you got something that you need to say
You better say it right now cause you don't have another day
Cause we're moving on and we can't slow down
These memories are playing like a film without sound
And I keep thinking of that night in June
I didn't know much of love
But it came too soon
And there was me and you
And then we got real blue
Stay at home talking on the telephone
We'd get so excited, we'd get so scared
Laughing at ourselves thinking life's not fair
And this is how it feels

[1] - As we go on
We remember
All the times we
Had together
And as our lives change
Come Whatever
We will still be
Friends Forever

So if we get the big jobs
And we make the big money
When we look back now
Will our jokes still be funny?
Will we still remember everything we learned in school?
Still be trying to break every single rule
Will little brainy Bobby be the stockbroker man?
Will Heather find a job that won't interfere with her tan?
I keep, I keep thinking that it's not goodbye
Keep on thinking it's a time to fly
And this is how it feels



La, la, la, la:
Yeah, yeah, yeah
La, la, la, la:
We will still be friends forever

Will we think about tomorrow like we think about now?
Can we survive it out there?
Can we make it somehow?
I guess I thought that this would never end
And suddenly it's like we're women and men
Will the past be a shadow that will follow us 'round?
Will these memories fade when I leave this town
I keep, I keep thinking that it's not goodbye
Keep on thinking it's a time to fly
"
-Vitamin C (The Graduation Song)


PS. Did I tell you I took my laaaassssttttt viva today?!

Sunday, March 14, 2010

:|:

Words that knived me
through and through
Numbers that heard me say
If you cant help me Goddamnyou
At least get outta my way!
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