Mumbai Suburban railway one of the busiest rapid transit system in the entire world displacing 8 million souls on a daily basis.And its fast and overcrowded everywhere,no time to stand and breath ,when large numbers of people face similar problems together, on a daily basis, it develops an unknown psychological bond between members of that category, thereby bringing the group closer together, making it stronger,even if the members of the group are strangers.
Queuing up along a station platform every morning, keenly watching your train pull in, you start performing step wise routine actions:
-knowing the trains speed, timing your jump, leaping yourself in,
-after grabbing hold of something be it the rusted iron aromatic pole or door handle,at times its someone else's arm too
-important step ,stealthily looking around for a seat,window one would be a jackpot and diving into the best one before anyone else does.
-lastly a sense of achievement and then feeling good about yourself.
Read on for a sampled moment....
It was 10:04 AM to be exact and DL 13 slow speed local was pulling in to Kurla Station.
Enormous machine she was, parking in style at the station.The scene of crowd exchange - people getting out and getting in a transition crossfading.
Arief slurped his coffee quickly and yelled "Ajay come on, faster dude,cannot miss this one".
Crowd exchange was rapid and within moments the station looked empty and train was fully packed.
Gigantic machine she was and hurriedly sounded her big horn - a pleasing music for the commuters inside the train,but a painful panic alarm for the last minute chasers.
Slowly she pushed off the platform,Arief and Ajay started to jog maintaining a relative velocity with that of the train to make the boarding seamless
Arief looked back running,he was surprised to see a old woman keeping up with the pace behind him.She will never make it he knows.Our friends boarded the coach holding the pole.Arief looked out from inside and shouted at the woman with his full voice
"Hey lady,stop, you will never make it,there is one in 10 mins" but she never cared to listen and was determined to board.
Ajay peeped out shockingly and inside the coach everyone was busy with their own business,most of them reading the Mumbai daily ,few shopping for eatables/clothes ,eating peanuts and chatting.
She was assertively running and Arief figured out that the platform will run-out in few seconds and the lady started to stutter on her legs.She will fall otherwise, so in a reflexive act he extended his right hand and held her.With in seconds she was holding on to Arief's hand and her foot off the ground as the platform vanished away.
He was holding his other-hand to the pole but he couldn't bear her weight.Ajay in no time held Arief's left-hand and embraced his body trying to pull him inside along with her.In the arrangement Ajay saw Arief's eyes and it hopelessly said 'i may have to let her go'. and Ajay nodded conveying an emotional 'no' same time his eyes quickly filling up with tears out of fear.
In this very few seconds of their eye contact and before they could decide any further, a man held Ajay by his hand from inside the coach and when Ajay looked back a strong human chain was already formed.People pulled each other and the miraculous chain reaction made Arief to absorb the woman inside,safe and sound.
As soon as the passengers thought she was fine everyone went back to their own business as if nothing had happened, no one spoke a single word related to the incident.The woman thankfully looked at Arief/Ajay and vanished inside the coach.
The local was speeding ,our friends traveling in foot-board, smiled at each other, stream of running air grazing their face and their hands moving their hair off the forehead in style.
luck and mumbai local are similar,if one is gone there is sure another one coming soon but Life is not same.
Queuing up along a station platform every morning, keenly watching your train pull in, you start performing step wise routine actions:
-knowing the trains speed, timing your jump, leaping yourself in,
-after grabbing hold of something be it the rusted iron aromatic pole or door handle,at times its someone else's arm too
-important step ,stealthily looking around for a seat,window one would be a jackpot and diving into the best one before anyone else does.
-lastly a sense of achievement and then feeling good about yourself.
Read on for a sampled moment....
It was 10:04 AM to be exact and DL 13 slow speed local was pulling in to Kurla Station.
Enormous machine she was, parking in style at the station.The scene of crowd exchange - people getting out and getting in a transition crossfading.
Arief slurped his coffee quickly and yelled "Ajay come on, faster dude,cannot miss this one".
Crowd exchange was rapid and within moments the station looked empty and train was fully packed.
Gigantic machine she was and hurriedly sounded her big horn - a pleasing music for the commuters inside the train,but a painful panic alarm for the last minute chasers.
Slowly she pushed off the platform,Arief and Ajay started to jog maintaining a relative velocity with that of the train to make the boarding seamless
Arief looked back running,he was surprised to see a old woman keeping up with the pace behind him.She will never make it he knows.Our friends boarded the coach holding the pole.Arief looked out from inside and shouted at the woman with his full voice
"Hey lady,stop, you will never make it,there is one in 10 mins" but she never cared to listen and was determined to board.
Ajay peeped out shockingly and inside the coach everyone was busy with their own business,most of them reading the Mumbai daily ,few shopping for eatables/clothes ,eating peanuts and chatting.
She was assertively running and Arief figured out that the platform will run-out in few seconds and the lady started to stutter on her legs.She will fall otherwise, so in a reflexive act he extended his right hand and held her.With in seconds she was holding on to Arief's hand and her foot off the ground as the platform vanished away.
He was holding his other-hand to the pole but he couldn't bear her weight.Ajay in no time held Arief's left-hand and embraced his body trying to pull him inside along with her.In the arrangement Ajay saw Arief's eyes and it hopelessly said 'i may have to let her go'. and Ajay nodded conveying an emotional 'no' same time his eyes quickly filling up with tears out of fear.
In this very few seconds of their eye contact and before they could decide any further, a man held Ajay by his hand from inside the coach and when Ajay looked back a strong human chain was already formed.People pulled each other and the miraculous chain reaction made Arief to absorb the woman inside,safe and sound.
As soon as the passengers thought she was fine everyone went back to their own business as if nothing had happened, no one spoke a single word related to the incident.The woman thankfully looked at Arief/Ajay and vanished inside the coach.
The local was speeding ,our friends traveling in foot-board, smiled at each other, stream of running air grazing their face and their hands moving their hair off the forehead in style.
luck and mumbai local are similar,if one is gone there is sure another one coming soon but Life is not same.
3 comments:
Like life train keeps moving...................
Good Read
Hey Logic.. good to be back here and see the blog alive!!!!
Oru rayil payanam pol Vaazhkai,
Pogum idam arindhum, payanathai anubavika marakindrom!
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