16 Sep

Would ya go a little farther baby?
Would ya just gimme some space,
I am crumpled beside your frame baby,
I am compressed by your tummy,
There are tiles allotted for your feet,
But mine is hanging in the air,
Oh, don’t get that streak of hair out baby,
Don’t get cruel with your neighbor,
Don’t ya think love can still prevail baby?
Don’t ya think you should care for me a little?

Hey guys, wassup, …oye wait a sec…do you think this is a romantic poem, oh please, not again. Uff uff, please read it again and again, it’s my “haalat” in the local every day. L So here I am (again) with a post on “Me and my thoughts”. To begin with, every Mumbaikar likes (probably I think so) the transport called “local train”, but I love it for the sheer joy of observing people, new faces- lousy, drowsy, sleepy, irritated, angry, disappointed, bored, confused, happy, chirpy, etc etc and best of all, the look that says-Where am I? (This is the look on the face of first timers in the local) 😉 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.
That’s enough I believe, do comment with your experiences if any, and if there is a person bullying you, contact Miss.Warrior, Vikhroli.


Posted by on September 16, 2009 in Thats Me and my Thots


5 responses to “Travelogue

  1. Aiswarya

    September 16, 2009 at 6:01 pm

    I think its cool ! reeeally pedestral, the kind i love ! I think the question here is not about being in a crowded palce anymore, its about how to make the best outta what we have, some Soft Skill Lessons would do good for you MUMBAIKARS !!!
    Hehe ! nevertheless Love it….!

  2. Sushant

    September 17, 2009 at 5:59 am

    Are we Back and How !!!!!!!
    Revs this is superb to see some everyday torture we go through turned into something so relaxing and enjoyable read !!
    Its true that trains are like zoo of human emotions 🙂
    and you have nailed all the right stratas from LS ( kudos to Maya Sarabhai) to the HS ( thanks to Sakhubai from Virar :0) people

    Love it
    Keep Posting
    It was a breath of fresh air in the morning signaling work !!! 🙂

  3. Nil

    September 17, 2009 at 7:27 am

    Mumbai Local is something very close to my heart
    Or every Mumbaikar for that matter
    Let me warn you this inspires me to write a blog on my weekly journeys from Mumbai to Pune in ST’s AC “Shivneri” bus
    Watch this space 🙂

    • revathisrinivasan

      September 17, 2009 at 7:31 am

      Hey thanx 🙂 yes yes pls write, I will surely read 😉

  4. Pratibha

    September 19, 2009 at 9:00 am

    Too good, did’nt know u had a penchant for writing.. Where were u all these days baby


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