Diwali season was mast, glee and happy happy. But but but, as always, there were people who said – Uff, it isn’t the same anymore, It doesn’t even look like a festival. And agony aunt saying – there is so much of pain in the world, with all these terrorist attacks, who has the heart to celebrate with crackers. Apna college wala hero says – Guys, I think the world is going green, just no more pollution man. We all have become concerned for the ecology all of a sudden…????? I doubt this seriously. But wait, my mom had a great answer for all this…she says “ What bullshit, the only reason for a little sadder Diwali is the ever soaring FATAKA PRICES ….one can buy only one flower pot ka dabba, one jamin chakkar, one lawangi, one tag mahal and one laxmi bomb ka packet in 400 rs, then who the hell has the money to spend soo much. “ Point accepted….I bow down before thee amma. 
And every character looks as if she is straight out of some tele soap…especially the ones under the tag – aunty and college chick. There is one such lady I remember from my college days, she used to have a big gang, all Maharashtrain aunties, singing songs and rejoicing the journey. But the “X” factor of the team was this particular aunty who had a laughter like a, hmm… to be precise…Rakshas..that’s what other commuters used to call her. There are a few others, high class ones, who are like the touch me not plant, and their big mouths open for only aah uuuh auch…jagah kahan hai..thod haat hatayiye…etc etc…and these lines (or punch dialogues) are always without the magic words. Generally one will encounter a typical Kandivili, Borivali, Bhuleshwar crowd, (Mumbaities understand this Sarabhai slang) who know only to push, pull, grown, scold, yell, beat/hit, pull hair, kick (seldom), etc etc. But my favorite one is this lady who gets into the train in Vikhroli. Looking at her bulky frame and sweet smile, one would wonder – What harm could this innocent creature do to anyone on earth? Since looks are deceptive, I could explain. I will try to read her mind, as she may put it – I am a warrior, I would never give up till yamduth stares at me. By hook or by crook I will get to the opposite door, since I need to get down at Kurla. When on the battlefield I am like that horse, which doesn’t see, right or left, just straight and hit or kick whoever comes in between. Though I know this poor girl who boards at Bhandup bears the brunt of my violent streaks, but I believe “A warrior of light who trusts too much in his intelligence will end up underestimating the power of his opponent.” Hence all said and done, I am always on the right track, and war is war.
