Reality Bites

                Since everybody i know i bitten by reality bug; I too thought of eating a pie from the cake..!!! :D

 This incident is something that happened a few months ago when i used 2 travel by the chuk -chuk gaadis  that have finally come of age...the paan stained violet trains..!!  ta-da..!!!

                    It was a hot sunny afternoon .  Everyone's tired,  bleary and rude. Housewives thinking about d menu 4 d dinner,  teeny boppers probably thinking about d food for dinner; or d quite drink b4 dinner... the fact that the fans being present 4 d spiders to make their row houses dint help any respite from the heat n d whiny tones women belched every 10 seconds.

             The lucky women sitting by the window.(Envied by everyone for the moment ) stare back thru the jail like. windows.. d only scenery pleasant to the eyes  being  the trees, the gross ones included people pooping on the tracks or washing their bum.

                     An old woman ,  sat opposite to me, vacuously filled with warmth.The kind of 1es who might hit u if u go wrong when u observe their wrinkles.  The best time pass would be  so 2 buy some cheap imitation jewellery n act as queen Sheba in the very own compartment..!!!  I indulged.. and How..!!

               After an hour of experiencing eternity the  train halted at Borivli. the only good thing worth being happy about for the moment. In the  the ram n shayam get lost in a mela frenzy for  the door.. this old woman sat in her seat in a composed state almost under placebo.

             And then she did something which isn’t expected from anybody: just like u can’t expect cows apologize when they moo.

                     The old woman spat on the idle seat adjacent to her. No remorse. No apologetic look. just plain mundane insipid expression like everything in the universe was placed just like it is. I was disgusted to appoint where I could feel repelling rants of hatred towards her.. She st spat on the train seat.. Who does that..!!!?

                   For the nonce none of us spoke.. we were 2 busy giving her nasty looks n the other women discussing how people do ghaand in the trains. but viola! Amidst such taken from a filmy melodramatic scene..There has to be a captain planet right???

                      So we found or very own crusader right der. the women hawker..!!!

“ Treat trains like home ... would you live in dirt.. do u like to live in dirt..????  Don’t u broom and clean your house??? Would u shit in your living room??? If we don’t take care.. Who would..???? Keep the city clean sanitized?? " Out of 50 women in that compartment, just this woman had the audacity 2 scald and scolds this granny with her remarks..!!! Alleluia..!!!  I am yet 2 see something like that burning in my life..

And every1 had a new found respect 4 her.The fact that she cares more the vibrant colourful city than her tarnished colourless life.

The drama was done and the nanny left with nothing to speak.we slowly inched towards the door.. me.. Only enlightened with what this women had 2 speak 4 something so strongly..

 Life surely springs surprises. In this case, Life was the hawker.