Ever been to the railway station at Dadar in Mumbai? I'm sure you have, even if you think you haven't. It's that place where you were carried from your seat to the platform, up the staircase, across the bridge, lodged into another train and transported to another station. And all this while, you could't read the name of the station where the teleportation took place. It's the place where the clocks always read 9 am. Rush hour 24x7, without a let-up.And I haven't even started with what happens in a fast local that's headed for a place called Virar. Well, on this train, everyone's headed for an intergalactic war, and no one knows who's the enemy. And so, everyone's killing the first person comes into their peripheral vision. Mind you, there are 27 people standing on every square inch of the train's floor.
And if perspective is what you're looking for, here's some. The population density on the station platform is possibly the highest on the planet. It's like a 4-hour long grid-lock, and every vehicle is a smoke-spewing auto rickshaw. Now imagine a zombie breakout in such a location. That's the scene in the Virar-bound train.
In case you travel by train, it is a good bit unlikely that you're reading this. That's because apparently all my friends are rich. Oh, poor me! See, one of my good friends at work has a car, another one has 7 bikes, 4 cars and travels by taxi, another acquaintance drives some trashcan and the girl I like, flies around my head, four of her in a circle. Like those stars that go around a cartoon character's head when he hits his head hard somewhere. So people in my circle aren't crazy about trains. As a result, they'll mostly miss out on the quirks of traveling in a local train. Or maybe, as another good bloke I know says, a good number of the car-guys initially took the daily train-grind for days, beat the living daylights out of their adversities, and now travel in cars like bosses.
I'll tell you what I'm driving at. If you see the madness that people go through every day in the morning, waking up, rushing through thoughts and things at the speed of light, it's bordering comical. If you find yourself surrounded by a crowd this dogged and energetic, a bit of their electricity rubs off on you. To many, the hurry-burry looks unnecessary, as there'll always be another train that arrives in the next two minutes. And yet, as you go down the staircase onto a platform, there'll be a train that's just arrived, and is 5 seconds from departing. To catch it, you'll see seven chaps hurtling down the stairs, skipping one, two, even four steps at a time, and you'll wonder why the heck these chaps do what they do. Yes, some of them are nut-jobs(actually, a big chunk of them are). But in that set of hurtling masses of flesh, blood and bone, there might just be one who may have helped push humanity a step further. Yup, that sounds super-lame. Strangely, such is life.
And if perspective is what you're looking for, here's some. The population density on the station platform is possibly the highest on the planet. It's like a 4-hour long grid-lock, and every vehicle is a smoke-spewing auto rickshaw. Now imagine a zombie breakout in such a location. That's the scene in the Virar-bound train.
In case you travel by train, it is a good bit unlikely that you're reading this. That's because apparently all my friends are rich. Oh, poor me! See, one of my good friends at work has a car, another one has 7 bikes, 4 cars and travels by taxi, another acquaintance drives some trashcan and the girl I like, flies around my head, four of her in a circle. Like those stars that go around a cartoon character's head when he hits his head hard somewhere. So people in my circle aren't crazy about trains. As a result, they'll mostly miss out on the quirks of traveling in a local train. Or maybe, as another good bloke I know says, a good number of the car-guys initially took the daily train-grind for days, beat the living daylights out of their adversities, and now travel in cars like bosses.
I'll tell you what I'm driving at. If you see the madness that people go through every day in the morning, waking up, rushing through thoughts and things at the speed of light, it's bordering comical. If you find yourself surrounded by a crowd this dogged and energetic, a bit of their electricity rubs off on you. To many, the hurry-burry looks unnecessary, as there'll always be another train that arrives in the next two minutes. And yet, as you go down the staircase onto a platform, there'll be a train that's just arrived, and is 5 seconds from departing. To catch it, you'll see seven chaps hurtling down the stairs, skipping one, two, even four steps at a time, and you'll wonder why the heck these chaps do what they do. Yes, some of them are nut-jobs(actually, a big chunk of them are). But in that set of hurtling masses of flesh, blood and bone, there might just be one who may have helped push humanity a step further. Yup, that sounds super-lame. Strangely, such is life.
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