Once in a while we find handful
of lessons to learn from and a few of those snippets turn out to be a firm
writing on the wall when we sit to recollect them. While JAN 01 2014 was quite
an eventful day in itself than what was presumed beforehand, a few anxious
rather deliberate moments gave me more than a reason to discourse it candidly.
Before I begin I must do the
needful, having said that I extend my thanks giving and acknowledgement rituals. First being my gratitude to the makers of the battery operated rikshaw which
runs non-stop to the adjoining areas around DELHI metro stations. And the
second being the DELHI metro itself, the mother of all the public transport in
India. They together make a formidable combination in providing budding youngsters more than a
purpose to cheer. And me being no different from the league and a law abiding
citizen I know my marked areas and enjoy the circumstances I land up in more
often. “Aur dilli ki hawa me toh kuch baat zarur hai”. Ever since I landed in the national capital
city, things with pleasant outcome have been occurring of late.
Well without dragging it further if I put it straight then it was Dec 13th when I landed up
in one of those abrupt rather blissful incidents during one of my casual visits
to my cousin sister’s place in DELHI cum Gurgaon (Ahh…it is a border area after
which Gurgaon territory begins). Those who are frequent commuter of DELHI metro
yellow line would know that as train leaves from SAKET towards QUTAB MINAR or
vice versa train halts for a couple of minutes reason being traffic congestion when the nature of track
changes i.e it changes from underground to elevated. And the nature of braking
shows how amateur/pro the driver is. As the metro resumed it journey the driver
pressed accelerator as if it were a plane all set for a take-off and then its
brakes came down heavily, resultant some of the commuters banged themselves against
the metallic wall of train while few collided with their co passengers. In my
case a woman in her late 20s lost her balance abruptly and ran into me. She hit
me thud on my torso. Meanwhile she was a bit cumbersome I cherished the
collision as I held my ground and the steel pole firmly which I was inclined
on. I completed the formality by pleading sorry and coincidentally the words
even collided and we ended up beaming at each other. As I didn’t want to show
case the typical chipku men
attribute, I preferred to keep the things modest at my end. As I reached my
destination she continued her journey to the location unknown to me. And I
still bestow my wishes to the kind driver.
If that was anything lesser than
the next event which unfolded on the very first day of 2014 turned out to be a
perfect way to kick start NEW YEAR. Morning went past quite eventful with some
new friends and family while night belonged to veteran friends. It was as late
as 10:45 pm until I reached my metro station (VISHWAVIDYALAYA). But things were
not that quiet as I presumed and soon after I exit metro premises I bumped into
one of those parked rikshaws awaiting its last set of passengers. A lady which
was in her late 20s emerged almost at the same time and grabbed the seat
opposite to me. Now a little while ago I heaped praises on this cramped
vehicle, few reasons being: It is quite an eco friendly as it run on battery,
it is light , easy to drive and has literally handicapped the autowalas and
broken their monopoly on road who misunderstood DELHI and its roads to be their
ancestral property. And the most vital being the cosy architecture of the
carrier. The seating system being so compact give a feeling that when applied
an emergency brake a person might run into the one sitting opposite to them.
Now it would have been easy for you to take a wild guess, still I would like to
depict the picture of the events that followed. Lady being the lone passenger
on the rikshaw felt awkward and chose to keep herself indulged by conversing with
some relative of hers on phone. You can’t expect a lone girl to be comfortable
among men at 11 pm that too in DELHI. Meanwhile what I could make out was that
she was an average looking girl and I didn’t intend to spare much of my time
gazing her. However the guy to the right of me was more interested in her and
kept his gaze firmly affixed onto her. Here one thing which compels me to
discourse a topic is the sensibility and the controlling capacity of the women
in avoiding to stare at men, as noticed more often women don’t prefer gazing at
men no matter he appears or how she is for that matter(by looks). And when I
say that I refer to those women who are quite grownups and not some teenager
and of course few exceptions. I suppose their operating system has been
designed in such way, while men would stare at anything that goes past by women
don’t pretend most of the time. In most of the cases I firmly believe that it
comes naturally to them, which is a huge accomplishment in itself. Anyways
while all the 3 members on board were busy with their own work I too kept
myself engaged by fiddling with the phone. All of a sudden the rikshaw bumped
into one of those potholes, I guess the rikshaw driver was yet to overcome the
hangover attained on NEW YEAR’S eve. Little further a dog popped up from almost
nowhere which prompted an immediate brake from the driver. All of a sudden the
lady slid down into the alley while I was leaning forward, as if I was
anticipating her to bang me. True to my belief she banged me right across my
forehead with hers’ while I tilted my head by 60 degrees downwards(as an
inevitable lip contact was on the cards which would have brightened my stars
and would have led her to a certain embarrassment ) and reduced the collision
to a head to head bump which could have gone awry.
Even the woman sensed it as this
time my eyes fell upon hers’ and I caught her perplexed. She looked visibly
aghast and shaky. Though her calm demeanour stated that she was thankful to me in her own way for bailing her out of that embarrassing situation. I had all
reasons to smile.
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