and yet again i postpone the moment when i will write a full fledged blog!!
suddenly someone who hardlys speaks her mind came up with a really insightful observation about me... its funny we miss out the depth people can think with if they talk too much or too less... but perhaps it should be so...
public transport is ultimate entertainment...forget Citywalk mall and PVR Gold, not the south Ex market but the South-eX bus stop is what makes my heart beat in tune with this city... The bus carries labourers, students, housemaids, miscreants, shoppers and fresh, lost immigrants... its not all beautiful, something an elite observation that distances itself from it all, as if its a 'movie' may begin to do...but its fascinating, vibrant. The man half falling on me when i travelled in first year coll...both hurt my dignity and strangely also made me realise i am a woman now... whatever that is.. ha ha..did'nt hit me otherwise...! the peanut chhilka is annoying to cleanliness loving eyes, but is stangely reminiscent of long distance travel in India...it has a good feeling...
Seeing people from small towns, or neighbouring delhi (i am guessing they are from there... excuse ignorance) relate to the escalator at the metro station is awesome... instance one from many i have seen... three kids and a couple and an old grandfather... the two small kids run to it, elder sister runs to catch them and stop them before they may ascend onto those staircase with a mind of its own. dutifully keeps the restless souls in control till elders reach... mother goes aiee and hops quickly onto it and then laughs loudly... man joins confidently... the stairs are too fast for the grandfather, who belongs to an era with a different pace, which age has slackened further. but steps in stranger man who props him up with his arm in a jiffy and then glides away with a smile... mission, part 1, accompalished... i suppose they found another helpful soul for Part 2, touchdown.
3 years back i was shit scared of escalators, encoutering one for the first time in a mall... i would have felt the same fear and the exileration each time i managed, but of course you hide it, who wants to make a fool of oneself...! ha ha... it was nice to see an open expression of feelings...though i guess back home, even they cant do it...!
