“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.
