The Life Line Of Mumbai

If you haven't already guessed.....i'm referring to the Local Trains of Mumbai....and also the people travelling in it. Although i must admit that the following article is a whiney one...it's whiney in a positive way as in it talks about how this so called life line of Mumbai and it's people have had a positive effect on me.
You see i am a very weird person.......i hate travelling in public transport.....especially long distance public transport. All my life i have been fortunate or unfortunate enough to have been living close to my daily destination....so i never really had to travel internally too much. So one day when i realized, i had to travel from a village to the other end of town in a local especially the famous crowded locals of Mumbai...i literary shat bricks.......i hated it. But eventually i realized that that was the only logical thing to do.....I was lucky to have been placed in a good company.....and besides the only other way to travel that far was by road which takes approximately 3 hours one way if you are lucky.........3 Hours!!!.....thats enough time for me to travel to pune and finish taking a comfortable dump!!!

So after a lot of logicising, I realized, I don't have a damn option.
I started going to office in the 8:38 slow local leaving from thane since i got a place to sit.......... I was shocked......!!!.....I'm sure you guys must have seen an anthill....and the bloody idiots that we are when we are young.....i'm sure we must have tried breaking it and seeing what happens!!. Then what do you see........millions of ants crawling over each other......well a word of advice for future generations of pesky and nosey kids.......you don't need to run the risk of been bitten......just look at the Mumbai locals during Rush hours.....its precisely the same abiet you have Life size ants!!

The first day that i went to office and back i felt i had been raped!!!
In a Mumbai local at these times.....you are not supposed to have anything called self respect......there will be people's arses or worse their manhood sticking you right in your face .....and you can't do cock about it.

As one of my friends put it, "jab local mein jaate ho, tab L**d Fakir banke Jao"
fucking pearls of wisdom!!!


Ok now on to the good part, as usual i whined for the first couple of days as is my habit....but then i realized that there are people doing this for years together without complaining at all, besides i didn't have anything to complain about.....i always have a place to sit since mine is the starting station....i mean imagine the poor bastard who lives in bhandup and gets of at parel !!!.
When i look at these teeming millions of people going about their daily schedule with clockwork precision without complaining about the crowds or the trains or the smells.....i feel alive....it gives me a strange sense of vibrance and adrenaline.....which is funny cause i never expected it.....
This situation is pretty sad actually.........Let me explain......People talk about the spirit of Mumbai time and again citing the example of how the people started travelling by local just one day after the bomb blasts......well that's not the spirit of Mumbai......It's the desperation of life in Mumbai.....they don't have an option....
In a city where money is everything and you can't miss a single day of office/school/college/business in the fear of losing out in the rat race......fear for life has absolutely no place.
That said the life line of Mumbai is pretty amazing for all it's faults it represents one thing to me.......It truly represents the diversity and the undying will of people to win the rat race.....no matter what......