From dense Noida to dismal Dwarka

“Show me my dreamland, and, set me free

  So, I could rush back home

  And, upgrade the fantasies.”

Painfully arranged in the jigsaw puzzle of the crowd, metro guy leaned himself onto a pole and idly looked out of the wide glass-window. Through the pack of bobbling heads, he could see the “towards Dwarka” train- which, infact, is the reason of envy for every “towards Noida” guy- running proudly on the adjacent track. Metro guy bitterly flinched his eyes, twice, the moment he caught a glimpse of the almost-perfect world zipping away from him. Fewer people. More space. Higher possibility of getting a seat. There’s nothing more he could ask from his beloved metro. But, there he was, loathing the unbearable population density of his Noida world.   

However, things got spiced up when he arrived into a new phase of his metro life- a phase that injected him with an extra dose of ecstasy, as it offered him to travel his dream.  The sudden change of route caused by his new destination, gave him the tag of “towards Dwarka” guy.

But, once we start living the dream, we start missing our old reality.

Initially, it’s fascinating, because we get so used to regular things, that a slight change in the order amazes us. It steer our dance-of-thoughts into another dimension. It compels us to compare the former with the latter. The very same thing happens when Noida guy moves closer to the realm of Dwarka.

Noida and Dwarka are like those two brothers who have nothing in common, except for the fact that they have the same blood running through their veins (“Blue”, in this case). They are like two oppositely erected poles with their own uniquely formed metro-culture.

Noida-line is a dense and over-populated moving land. With the daily ongoing struggles, only the fittest and the smartest will survive there (says the Metro Darwin).  Dwarka, on the other hand, stands completely opposite to his evil bro. Peace and harmony are the virtues. Crowd behaves in a different manner there. They don’t hunt and kill for seats. On the contrary, they often leave their seats unoccupied and prefer standing up, leaning to a gate or a pole. This change in practice turned out to be utterly shocking for Noida guy, who is habitual to seat-fights and adjustment models. For metro guy, travelling to Dwarka is like visiting a place that is a laterally inverted image of the world he knows. Right is the new left. And, left is the new right.

Towards Dwarka- that’s all he ever wanted; but, still, he badly misses what he earlier had. The sweaty crowd; the hunting patterns; the anxiousness of getting a seat, it all came rushing back. And, now he sulkily travels his dream. Flinching his eyes, the moment he catches a glimpse of the almost-perfect world zipping away from him.