Though rush hour journeys in Mumbai local trains are full of adventure , anguish, madness and survival of fittest all embroiled into one, we do come across some instances rather different from the usual push and shove. After I joined Hilton Mumbai, my railfanning by the window seat has taken a beating as unlike Taj President where I used to work in shifts allowing me the luxuy of travelling in non-peak hours(if such a thing exists), here I work either 07:00-16:00 , 09:00-18:00 or 11:00-20:00 on weekdays.
For a 11:00-20:00hrs shift I catch the 9:12 Dombivli-CST local which is fully occupied by return commuters from Diva and Kopar. Since I have to get down at Ghtakopar or Vidyavihar, I dont really look for a seat, I am happy holding on to a standing position in the lateral side by the door ensuring the wall behind gives good support to my back as I go through my mails, FB, and IRFCA forum on my cell phone. Standing by the side ensures that the frequent push and pull of the commuters boarding and alighting at different stations don't really bother you much.
As usual, I was standing 3rd from the door by the wall and checking my mails. By the time our local departed from Platform No.2 of Dombivli, the train was fairly crowded and 1st class resembled like a 2nd class compartment. At Kopar, more people made their way in and then that side was completely blocked till Thane as all the other station platforms come on the other side.
I ain't a tall guy at 5'6” but there was a short guy of approximately 5'1'' standing in front of me waiting to alight at Thane.His hands could barely reach the handles on top and was literally standing there with his hands high up in the air. Behind him was an obese man with a buldging tummy. He was almost bending the short guy with his pot belly. Incidentally the pot-belly was also touching my tummy.(which by the way isnt much flat either).
Next station, Diva arrived and the usual war cries and push by the desperados ensured that the short guy couldnt hold onto his initial position and was moving helplessly towards the door. He couldnt see much as the commuters in front of him were blocking his view. He just let out his anguish by asking out loudly to the public in general,”Arrre kaun sa station hai, Diva hai kya Mumbra?? “. One of the unknown faces replied back,”Arre yeh toh Diva hai, Mumbra mein aur tight ho jayegi situation”.
Everyone around couldnt help but smile back at that person for a tongue in cheek comment, except the obese man who was the cause of the short guy's helplessness. After a few seconds everyone was back to their business but I could feel a vibration on my tummy. Assuming it to be a cell phone on vibration mode, I didnt react.But the vibration didnt cease and it was a very awkward feeling thats when I realised that the obese man was literally laughing within himself on the joke which was cracked. He had tried to hide his laughter then and I guess couldnt control it for too long. The vibrations of his tummy were the indications of him trying to laugh within himself.
The short guy who was also experiencing the vibrations, turned back his head and said,”Uncle hassna hai toh jor se hasso naa..aapke pet se hassoge toh gudgudi hoti hai” That lightened up the atmosphere and everyone around simply laughed their hearts out.
For a 11:00-20:00hrs shift I catch the 9:12 Dombivli-CST local which is fully occupied by return commuters from Diva and Kopar. Since I have to get down at Ghtakopar or Vidyavihar, I dont really look for a seat, I am happy holding on to a standing position in the lateral side by the door ensuring the wall behind gives good support to my back as I go through my mails, FB, and IRFCA forum on my cell phone. Standing by the side ensures that the frequent push and pull of the commuters boarding and alighting at different stations don't really bother you much.
As usual, I was standing 3rd from the door by the wall and checking my mails. By the time our local departed from Platform No.2 of Dombivli, the train was fairly crowded and 1st class resembled like a 2nd class compartment. At Kopar, more people made their way in and then that side was completely blocked till Thane as all the other station platforms come on the other side.
I ain't a tall guy at 5'6” but there was a short guy of approximately 5'1'' standing in front of me waiting to alight at Thane.His hands could barely reach the handles on top and was literally standing there with his hands high up in the air. Behind him was an obese man with a buldging tummy. He was almost bending the short guy with his pot belly. Incidentally the pot-belly was also touching my tummy.(which by the way isnt much flat either).
Next station, Diva arrived and the usual war cries and push by the desperados ensured that the short guy couldnt hold onto his initial position and was moving helplessly towards the door. He couldnt see much as the commuters in front of him were blocking his view. He just let out his anguish by asking out loudly to the public in general,”Arrre kaun sa station hai, Diva hai kya Mumbra?? “. One of the unknown faces replied back,”Arre yeh toh Diva hai, Mumbra mein aur tight ho jayegi situation”.
Everyone around couldnt help but smile back at that person for a tongue in cheek comment, except the obese man who was the cause of the short guy's helplessness. After a few seconds everyone was back to their business but I could feel a vibration on my tummy. Assuming it to be a cell phone on vibration mode, I didnt react.But the vibration didnt cease and it was a very awkward feeling thats when I realised that the obese man was literally laughing within himself on the joke which was cracked. He had tried to hide his laughter then and I guess couldnt control it for too long. The vibrations of his tummy were the indications of him trying to laugh within himself.
The short guy who was also experiencing the vibrations, turned back his head and said,”Uncle hassna hai toh jor se hasso naa..aapke pet se hassoge toh gudgudi hoti hai” That lightened up the atmosphere and everyone around simply laughed their hearts out.
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