Flustered by similarities between Delhi's Metro and New York's subway, I totally forgot the day long rain. After hours of waiting for all those thousands traveling at the very same time as me, I took another train with a different thousand. I got down at the station or rather, I stood at the door and was carried outside on the wave.
If I knew which gate I was supposed to take to get to the hotel, there would have been the right gate and wrong ones. So, I took a random gate and got out of the station. I was surprised to find it chilly outside having forgotten the day long rain after hours of work and waiting indoors. It was the kind of cold you feel when the snow has started melting, which is slightly colder than when it was snowing. There was water dripping from every roof, most of them corrugated and made of cement and metal. The water drops were forming patches clearing off mud on the rough cement road. A tube light was trying to lit the scene. 'Sheesha ho ya, dil hoo, aakhir, toot jaata hai' was playing in the background from a tea stall.
Someone dug pot holes alternatively on two different strips on the road according to a plan, or so it appeared. If both strips of potholes are joined, they would form one long pothole along the road. The fraction of the road without potholes was muddy enough that if you were walking with shoes, you'll have mud on toes, if you were walking with sandals, you'll have it on your pants, if it were chappal, it'd be on your hair. If you were not walking but running, you better run in the direction of a hospital.
A small girl was crying for a chocolate and the father was offering to buy a lollypop! This is not the case where the father is picky about what his daughter eats. This father will not buy his daughter the lollypop. He was saying, we'll buy a lollypop when we get home. But, the girl wanted a chocolate and nothing but a chocolate. When her taste changes, if at all and she starts crying for a lollypop, he might offer to buy something else, a chocolate perhaps! After all, he might have to manage his meager wage to fulfill other needs and an entire family's expectations.
If I knew which gate I was supposed to take to get to the hotel, there would have been the right gate and wrong ones. So, I took a random gate and got out of the station. I was surprised to find it chilly outside having forgotten the day long rain after hours of work and waiting indoors. It was the kind of cold you feel when the snow has started melting, which is slightly colder than when it was snowing. There was water dripping from every roof, most of them corrugated and made of cement and metal. The water drops were forming patches clearing off mud on the rough cement road. A tube light was trying to lit the scene. 'Sheesha ho ya, dil hoo, aakhir, toot jaata hai' was playing in the background from a tea stall.
Someone dug pot holes alternatively on two different strips on the road according to a plan, or so it appeared. If both strips of potholes are joined, they would form one long pothole along the road. The fraction of the road without potholes was muddy enough that if you were walking with shoes, you'll have mud on toes, if you were walking with sandals, you'll have it on your pants, if it were chappal, it'd be on your hair. If you were not walking but running, you better run in the direction of a hospital.
A small girl was crying for a chocolate and the father was offering to buy a lollypop! This is not the case where the father is picky about what his daughter eats. This father will not buy his daughter the lollypop. He was saying, we'll buy a lollypop when we get home. But, the girl wanted a chocolate and nothing but a chocolate. When her taste changes, if at all and she starts crying for a lollypop, he might offer to buy something else, a chocolate perhaps! After all, he might have to manage his meager wage to fulfill other needs and an entire family's expectations.
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2 comments:
Nice recollection or is it your creation ?
Non-fiction :) A recollection
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