The sea of people, the situation of chaos, the need to travel, time running out situations, comfortable transport and randomness is what describes Delhi metro. Everyday with my friend, Shipi.suman(hehe... Chipu Mania..is the name with which i tease her all the time), I become the part of this crowd, fighting my way out.
Stations are like small towns in themselves, crowded with people...the beauty and the beast of Delhi are everywhere, red, blue and green rule anyday, speak of anything they think of, women, the most common topic of discussion, music, be how they de-crypt it. With magazines in hand, blank or confused expression on faces, bags protected with the wrath of their distant thought process, people wait patiently for the train to come. But yes, the scene is worth viewing when the metro makes its way into the station royally, people move away and take their best shot at getting into it. Getting into the metro is an art-in-itself, the crowd goes entirly mad, with every passing second, one actually prepares to fight and as soon as the door opens, ohhhh.... people push you, trying to make their way in. Due to this, at times the people who have to deboard the train, stay in the train stuck, cursing the ever increasing population of which even they are a part of. Here i need to focus on one more thing.... my friend.. (she is the most sweetest person you will ever come across) and her hatred for population...hehe... everytime we walk down the metro bridge...she looks down and seeing the crowded streets and vehicles.. says only one thing.. “I hate population.. you make sure that you have only one kid haan...hehe...”
Sometimes, if there is no place to stand, the most you can do is comfortably stand on someone else's feet and keep them juggling or they really wouldnt appreciate it well. The time coined as "RUSH Hours" are the most wonderful times to travel in the metros.. one will experience a variety of life around, the local slang, the pushing of the body to the no-place-zone, hands vying for a rest and many other things. The air inside is irritating in those hours...fart mixed, evaporated sweat odour...yuk... feel like taking out a freshener and spraying all over....
But whatever it may be... Metro is a saviour when compared to the situations in buses. Metro actually feeds the people with life here....things they have to think and go through... Always stepping back as different trains push them away with neglect, they linger on nearby..staring at the waiting time..waiting patiently...for their turn the next time.
So, this is how my each day begins... hopping, skipping and jumping to get into the trains. Every single second makes so much of a difference... a seconds delay..a little bit slow down in speed...costs me a metro,.. the train missed. And then late, guilty feeling the entire day...Worst part of all is when i rush to the platform panting... only to get a glimpse of the metro bidding goodbye to me!
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