As I stepped in Delhi Metro this
morning to begin my exhausting daily journey to Gurgaon, my cellphone started
displaying battery low sign (all thanks to my brother & some inbuilt game
in mobile). So with nothing to read & no music to hear, I was left with no option
but to observe others.
I believe who so ever has
travelled in Metro at least once must have observed the “athlete janta” of Delhi
which always keeps on running the moment they enter metro premises. During
morning time one can still understand that all “punctual” employees have to
make it to office at least few seconds before reporting time gets over but I
still don’t understand why people become Usain Bolt suddenly in evening too. I
guess it is because Metro doesn’t have attached toilets.
With winters setting in, Delhi
seems a much beautiful place than it is during summers. But inside metro it’s
always the same; uncle’s discussing politics & current affairs or throwing
some “gyan”, aunties giving weird look, girls busy with mobiles and guys busy
checking them out. In addition to this there is a chunk of “solo” passengers
who start off the day by sleeping the whole journey the moment they place
themselves on seat. There are readers who are lost in their”book world” from boarding
station to destination, music lovers with earphone plugged in and rhythm
flowing in & out and off course there are observers too.
One can easily notice few common
characters in every compartment; students discussing everything except studies
and love birds with either their public display of love or with tantrums thrown
by one of the lovers. But my favorites are opportunists who throughout the
journey seek opportunity to grab a seat, their eyes anticipate every possible
opportunity and body moves in all direction in search of a seat, thus they
irritate others with their restlessness. But the most irritating creatures on
DELHI METRO are those who shout on top of their voice over phone hoping that it
will reach the receiver, especially in underground metro where signal will
obviously be weak.
But then METRO is an experience too,
which brings joy sometimes in form of innocence on face of kids, some musician
playing amazing tunes on harmonica, sometimes with some drunk chap who speaks
out distress of common man & anger
against government and at times
with presence of multiplicity of culture under the Metro roof.
