'Shit, I am gonna miss my flight...', He was cursing himself for leaving home a bit late. But then, it was not his mistake completely. He was also a li'l bit angry on his elder sis, for qurreling over just as when he was about to leave the home. The quickest means, in the vast city of Mumbai to reach the airport was by the local train. He glanced his watch and saw it was about 2:30. 'It may be a good time to travel by local, as rush in local will be less at this time.', He thought. Taking a brisk walk, balancing his weight alongwith his luggage's, he entered the train station. Looking at the long queue at the ticket window, he thanked his mother, for giving him coupons, which he would punch in the vending machine, without wasting much time.
After getting the coupons punched, he boarded a local train. 'Ah, finally, one and a half years experience came to some aid while boarding the train...',He thought. His mind was racing, locals are always like this, even though they may not be crowded from inside, but still there will be difficulty in boarding, only because of some goddamn people standing in the door. With this, he glanced to the door, and felt something strange. Normally public stand there, for breeze, but there was a guy facing in opposite direction. 'Weird, huh..', He thought.
And with this, slowly, people around him started catching his attention. Right in front of him was a odd bunch of people. A college going boy, two middle aged office goer and a man bit more towards aged category. all four of them were talking and joking around with each other. Seemed as though they were companions since long time. There was one guy behind him, which he noticed to have a face as plain as that of a statue (even statues have better expressions sometimes..) It was utterly impossible to even guess how the expressionless guy was feeling. Leave it, not my headache, he thought. Just then he had to move a bit, to let the public get down at next station. If he hadn't, he would have gotten down alongwith gushing people..
He quickly secured a position near the door from where he wanted to get down. There he saw a guy who was furious over someone, and shouting frantically on phone, 'Tum logon ko kuch samjhta hai ke nahi? Abhi mere uncle ko gujar ke ek hafta nahi hua, aur tum log mujhe wahan bula rahe ho. Tum log ek kaam dhang se nahi kar sakte..' At this, he went into deep thought, this guy has got some damage to his family, his world. But does it matter for the rest of the world? Uh hooo, forget it, concetrate on the tasks at the hand.
He overheard one more phone conversation, a guy was talking over to his wife, 'Haan haan, yaad rakhunga. Bohot si cheeje laani hai, jaldi ghar aana hai, Aur kuch? Ab rakh mera dimaag mat kha' He couldnt help but smiling upon hearing that. But he couldnt also stop wondering this man is going to office or coming back from there...
A loud yell from his back, brought him to his senses, his station had come. He got off the train, wondering how was he feeling when he boarded the train. Then he remembered about the quarrel, and also that he was feeling furious with his sis when he left home. Now, at this time though, he didnt have even a single trace of that fury in him. He was feeling so nice, so delighted, that he couldnt believe himself, that he was furious on someone a li'l while ago..
He said to himself,'Hats off to the local train. Forget me, even the almighty bollywood is mesmerized with this power.' In mind he was remembering the closing scene of the movie 'Mumbai meri jaan'...
