To relive the night life, I came , I saw and got conquered.
Saturday night, the most exciting of nights, I went , I enjoyed, inhaled the awesomeness of the legendary gateway of India.
So till andheri it was a smooth ride in my maiden Mumbai local railways. The train , instead of expediting itself, went slow and stopped at all 4 stations till borivali. Well as they say age is just a number so was this the number of stoppages before I collapse to my rightful destination at borivali, but an extraordinary odyssey.
Optimistically hoping that I will be off from this chaos, on a Saturday night at 11:56 PM (local time) , while I stood like the capital letter H, in the ample crowded compartment. I was happy, I wanted to dance, but no no no no no, the mob won't let you. I am so glad that I don't have a 36-36-36 figure, otherwise it would have been a lot more difficult just to breathe. As I stood like a statue,or like a King getting his portrait made, yes in the form of letter H, my adequately insane mind, fantasized about a couple of avatars. I so badly wanted to be spiderman, if I had the powers I could stick my self on the roof, and enjoy the solitude there, or even without the super powers, my rubber suit would let me move freely through bodies like a snake. Secondly, I thought of preparing myself for the ride, by putting oil on my body, if not with the odour, I would slip right through those solid standing pates, and enter my zone of an overwhelming loneliness.
Adding insult to injury, it was saturday night, and people love to drink, and majority of them were drunk and hence enjoyed the little sways and shoves of the train's movement. It was one of many nights when I wasn't drunk and it was like a felony not to drink on a satruday night, as this remark was hurled at me ,"You didn't drink, that's your fault" . The drunkards didn't feel that much pain, which were reciprocated by my pelvis and the small of my back. I think they were blessed with the elixir they gulped.
Anyways, the unfortunate sober people , like myself, did finally taste victory when I repositioned myself , somehow, till the end of that weird tunnel, where the light was. A sweet taste of air was embraced by my thirsty lungs. And then the auto rickshaw back home was an entirely different anecdote.
So future travellers and enthusiasts, beware of this local railway, but it doesn't matter what you read here, you have to see it to believe it, hope to hear from you guys about your horrendous or may be majestic anecdotes.
Saturday night, the most exciting of nights, I went , I enjoyed, inhaled the awesomeness of the legendary gateway of India.
So till andheri it was a smooth ride in my maiden Mumbai local railways. The train , instead of expediting itself, went slow and stopped at all 4 stations till borivali. Well as they say age is just a number so was this the number of stoppages before I collapse to my rightful destination at borivali, but an extraordinary odyssey.
Optimistically hoping that I will be off from this chaos, on a Saturday night at 11:56 PM (local time) , while I stood like the capital letter H, in the ample crowded compartment. I was happy, I wanted to dance, but no no no no no, the mob won't let you. I am so glad that I don't have a 36-36-36 figure, otherwise it would have been a lot more difficult just to breathe. As I stood like a statue,or like a King getting his portrait made, yes in the form of letter H, my adequately insane mind, fantasized about a couple of avatars. I so badly wanted to be spiderman, if I had the powers I could stick my self on the roof, and enjoy the solitude there, or even without the super powers, my rubber suit would let me move freely through bodies like a snake. Secondly, I thought of preparing myself for the ride, by putting oil on my body, if not with the odour, I would slip right through those solid standing pates, and enter my zone of an overwhelming loneliness.
Adding insult to injury, it was saturday night, and people love to drink, and majority of them were drunk and hence enjoyed the little sways and shoves of the train's movement. It was one of many nights when I wasn't drunk and it was like a felony not to drink on a satruday night, as this remark was hurled at me ,"You didn't drink, that's your fault" . The drunkards didn't feel that much pain, which were reciprocated by my pelvis and the small of my back. I think they were blessed with the elixir they gulped.
Anyways, the unfortunate sober people , like myself, did finally taste victory when I repositioned myself , somehow, till the end of that weird tunnel, where the light was. A sweet taste of air was embraced by my thirsty lungs. And then the auto rickshaw back home was an entirely different anecdote.
So future travellers and enthusiasts, beware of this local railway, but it doesn't matter what you read here, you have to see it to believe it, hope to hear from you guys about your horrendous or may be majestic anecdotes.
