Neverending metro ride

The constantly moving pixelated text bothered me more than ever. The train kept passing stations, wheels rolling on the familiar tracks.
There were all sorts of warnings and instructions on the screen telling you to not carry your bag on the back to not crossing the yellow line. The text would keep flowing from right to left with very few paying attention to it. A pair of girls sat on the For Ladies Only busy with their phones, one scrolling and switching between various music apps. No wonder we have so many choices today. The other one would look over and see if she has arrived at the station she would want to get down at.

The door opens and a guy walks in and with him comes this cigarette smell. He has smoked recently and the smell of cigarette is all over his clothes. The stench bothered me a bit because it makes me sneeze. Coming back to my topic, a lot of us are rushing to work and in these short moments we are trying to catch and live life. A few songs, an episode, and even a book at times. This puts me in a different mood and I wish that the metro ride continues and it mostly does in a way.  Doesn’t it?

Millenium City

I found myself in the rapid metro of the Millenium City aka Gurgaon now known as Gurugram. It was 8:30 pm and the metro went through Golf Course Road. It is famous for hosting offices of some of the largest companies like Zomato, KIA, Amex and so on.

Now the beauty about it at night is that you see people working in the offices, sitting with their backs straight in the meeting rooms and acting to be attentive. (while someone is scribbling at the whiteboard). Some are on their desks staring at the bright white light and scrolling endlessly. Some floors are empty yet the lights are on while some are dark and the only source of light is the white light.

I look at my reflection and realize I was one of those individuals working on a similar piece of machine a while ago. The metro continued and we passed the Golf Course Road finally arriving at our destination station Sikanderpur. Now, if you have been to Sikanderpur, you’ll know how people like me fight for a seat or for a spot so we can either chat, talk or catch up on movies/TV series.
Sikanderpur metro either takes you to Delhi or to Gurgaon but life continues. People endlessly board the metro and get to work every day to earn what they can and live what they dream.

I will do the same this coming Monday.

Observing someone

There is a guy in his early 20’s in the metro, he is reading a book and is engrossed in it. He is thin and wears baggy jeans and a shirt that looks faded. There is a bag on the floor between his legs and he is facing the window but he is not paying attention to anything but his book.

Metro for several stations has been underground and now it emerges to an elevated track and the surroundings change with sun filling the whole metro coach with light. Suddenly, it feels like that others also exist. The guy with the book looks up and stares outside the window, he is thinking about something. He then places his thumb on the page and closes the book and looks on to his right for a while and then on to the left and then gets back to his book.

Something must have caught his attention and I guess it was that metro coach he was in today was silent and not as crowded as they usually are at that time. He must have been wondering what was the reason behind that silence and where were those people who usually talked or laughed loudly.

I see him every day, I am him.

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The farewell 

​It was late at night and the room was too humid, I thought it would be better to go out on the small balcony for a while. I went out and saw pigeons resting on the cables that went through one side to the another and then naturally I saw up and then towards the street. 

There was a car parked on the turn, it was a taxi must have been Ola or Uber because they are very famous now. 
There was a man loading his suitcases onto the back seat of the car while two females, a small kid and a man waited for him. He turns around after placing the suitcases and shakes hands with the man and hugs him, then turns towards the little girl and talks to her, she I think was his little sister. Then he turns towards the lady and shakes her hand and hugs the one who is older, my guess was that he hugged his mother. This all happened within five minutes and then another car came to the corner, thankfully the driver of the new car wasn’t in a hurry and waited for them. He said the final goodbye, opened the front door of the car and went away. 

The family stood there for a while, staring at the car before finally turning and walking away, I watched them go and I watched them saying bye. 

Then what happened? I turned around and walked back into my humid room. 

These are the stories I write for myself, they come from the things I observe. Let me know what are your views on them. I’d be happy to have a conversation on the similar lines. Thanks for reading 🙂 

Wonder

he sits
with his head down

is he depressed
or simply sad

is he thinking about past
or worrying about future

why do I watch him
why do I question it

As he sat there watching this man,he was being observed.Little did he know,someone watched him too.Who was that someone and what poem did he wrote when he saw him.All he did was wonder and thought,how life was different to us,how one thing looked interesting to you was boring to me;what made me happy made you sad.