8 : 24 CST

8:24 CST

The 8 : 24 local screeched into my ears as the coaches dragged on in front of me. Early in the morning some stinky old aunties come converging around me like I am some rummage sale queen! The wait on the platform is less painful than a pigsty! And people sticking like iv ordered for a body massage or something. Hello! Some one give me space to breathe…a matter of time and we could demand our rights for oxygen.! Anyway meanwhile as my pondering about rights and crap continued the train conveniently halted in front of me like an entrance to ali babas caves! Only thieves are more than 44 here and yeah open sesame was ubiquitous! Gak..

Ohkie my endeavor to step in is the smoothest of all. Cause if you are standing you are transported like some time machine sends you to eras and ages. And if you don’t want to get in why the hell are you in the way…and suddenly im in! Fantastic! Now begins seat hunting. Musical chairs is simpler and at least there’s soothing music around! Here a cacophony of wild animals seem to be croaking like some joint effect committee made to burn your ears. Damn! Bless apple for thee invention of messiah also called I pod! “ I disappear” ringed in my ears and I was wondering if j k Rowling could lend her invisible blanket? But then still will I get a seat? Hehe even ghosts scuttle here? hmm meanwhile I should say my thoughts are like a train and I happen to simultaneously present them. So though I keep changing tracks coming back to the main line…yeah the filthy old trains.

Uh oh back to the main line…while I was deviating as usual I saw this woman in occur uniform squishing her way past demanding her right to daily torture of some ticket less soul! By the way I have never been caught! Touch wood. And look at the way she’s wiggling through. National geographic could stop making documentaries on snakes! She scoots down to me like circling down her prey. Yeah lady course I have a ticket. Now she stood in front of me signaling.. like im dumb or deaf. I was anyway with “ hammer of the gods “ playing around. Now she looked at me again for the ticket. I had to search for my purse, juggling between my bag , purse, pod and mobile I kept scanning like a vulture for my ticket. Damn where is it? And adding to the woes my mobile rang! Damn I fished out my purse simultaneously lifting my call with hammer of the gods still chanting and cacophonies still croaking! Damn now I know why old Indian goddesses had so many hands. You need to multi task! And women do it perfect! I opened my purse looking for my pass.. hope it didn’t expire. I showed it to her and she nodded…blonde dint see the date..i was sure it had expired and mean while I was answering call to some personal loan fella askin me factory insurance? Sure babe..

Now that my multi taking was done suddenly the song shifted to Tanha dil and while I was enjoying the song this occur woman still keeps looking at me …I moved my way across to the other side in the entrance. I was still not lucky enough to barge in to the seat area. And this occur dressed woman is following me like a snake! Crawling queen snake! Help! Now generally I am a lady of nerve( I am?) but this woman freaked me out. She dint realize that expiry thing ( hopefully) god n I have no cash. I slithered too with all my might and suddenly a chunk of people get down like some school of fish. Great! She had clear vision of the prey! She kept following me and I kept walking within the compartment! Mummy!

Where is all my courage? My guts? Damn I m going to teach this woman a lesson . I turned looked at her and asked” Kya Hai?”(Must say colloquial lingo makes you so “I v got the power” kind!) Van Helen eruption played in my pod..whola everythings adjusting to my niche except me!

“Madam pass Batao” she smirked.

I always wonder why Batao? Batao?!As in literally its like say your pass!

And I was like “Kyo?”

“ Kyonki who pass bhi mera hai,purse bhi mera aur bag bhi”

point blank like a fool this woman looks at me and says some bull shit. “Are you mad? Show me your id” I barked. She looks at me with the weirdest glance I ever got.

Ohkie…now I might steal things but how is she so sure? Bitch.

“ Id batao” I shrieked at her and my pod sang –Najaane kyon!

She doesn’t flinch a bit and coolly removes my pass and purse. And I though this world was too huge for a fraternity.

Vishala k