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Mumbai Local

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Everyday, my local train leaves Dadar station at 8.41 AM to reach Thane at 9.10 AM Precisely at 9.08, we’d all get up from our seats and lineup on in such a way that the incoming rush at Thane station doesn’t kill us.

As the train draws to a halt, a swarm of screaming people glides in…hurting unsuspecting individuals standing at the door, for they thought that the crowd would allow them to get down first. Its terrifying at times, people can get seriously hurt.

Having lived most of my days in not-so-cluttered environs, I fail to understand why would people risk their lives to reach to their workplaces in time. Is work that important? Probably, India’s Got Talent could pick a few gymnasts from the mumbai local horde!

Okay, having scared the reader enough of the local train crowd, i’d bring back today evening’s incident which made me feel different about the same people who seem so mad each morning.

On my return journey tonite, the train stopped at Vikhroli…a blind man was trying to find his way on the platform…almost bumping at the pillars or the seats. Every now and then a passerby would guide him…and save him from hurting himself. Every few seconds i felt that he might hurt himself…but someone always was around to help him out…While my train started moving on, a passerby just held this man’s walking stick and guided him all the way out.

These are the same people I am afraid of each morning in the train; and now I respect them each day too.
Someone was absolutely correct when he wrote:
Aye dil hai mushkil jeena yahan. Zara hat ke zara bach ke. Ye hai bombay meri jaan

Extraordinary

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There are days when nothing seems to go right, right from the moment you are out of bed to the nightfall moment of slumber. Its when you question life, your existence and perhaps your utility in this world. Contrasting, there are days when you feel invincible, when nothing goes wrong, when everything seems to be happening for your happiness and achievement.

Many of us hope to achieve things extraordinary, being a face in the crowd, doing something which may awe everyone. Its this desire which gets lost amongst the truth and harshness of everyday life.

I may have hoped to be someone extraordinary, but already into my quarter life, its been just flashes of genius and a whole lot of average-ness. Maybe its early to pass on a judgement on myself, but the inertia and the lack of knowing what is to be done next is missing. Its everyday reality to me, to be average, to be a part of the crowd, moving ahead in a single mass.

Death – My take

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Surprisingly, nobody absolutely nobody in history has escaped death. There is no escaping it but yet we fear it, we deny it for we do not know what happens after we die…

Honestly, I don’t know what happens after we die, but I do know is that its like a sleep from which you never wake up. Every night when we sleep, I guess we don’t really know what goes on around us or within us when we are asleep. Similarly, death would be just another sleep, where you just don’t get it.

Its strange how confidently I sleep every night, thinking we would surely see the next morning.

Nocturnal Misadventure!

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Its 2.05 AM, almost 35 minutes since I returned from the college campus after the NEEV work…all I have been doing is trying to wake up my room mate to get the door opened.

I have banged the door over 15 minutes, managing to wake up my neighbours and not my roomate. He has even switched off both his cellphones…I bet he is drunk or something.

Am now a refugee in one of the rooms of my friend’s here…sigh even after a day’s work it just doesn’t end, does it?

Innocence Unknown…

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The child had curious eyes, she must have been no more than 6 years of age. She entered the house by the door to the dining hall and found herself a place right at the corner below the staircase. Innocent eyes and nervous demeanour had a mystery behind that small fragile frame. I may never know, but there is no need to know it.
She had come to Lucknow as a domestic help for my cousin sister’s place, and today she was to be sent back home with my cousin brother. The reason for the return was the girl’s inability to understand what is rightfully hers and whats not.
I just wondered, this girl didn’t know that this journey home may just be the difference between her current life and what is in store for her with her mother. Her mother being is widower who is incidently a drunkard as well. I didn’t know what would happen to the poor child, her life would just go down or move up…
Three days later, today I know that her mother has run away with a man, left this poor child alone and unattended! My aunt decided to take care of her…but it is all temporary, this story isn’t over….but we may not know the end.