My Day In Delhi Metro

You lose maximum of heart when you plan the most with whatever money you have in your pockets and then all of a sudden find that somebody stole that thing from your custody silently. It’s then you start cursing and start longing for that stolen booty. Why it did happen to me only, when there were thousands flocking the Metro station? Pain aggravates when you have already planned with that (late) booty and then you find your pockets empty with the cash squeezed out. Analysis becomes rampant in your subconscious mind and you suddenly start hallucinating on the offenders. Lo! They were just in front of me and yet I acted insensibly. You ask umpteen number of questions to yourself until you declare yourself as reckless,****# and what not. But the blame unto oneself persists until one finds, although, an illogical but mind consoling solution. You are helpless. Worst it becomes when you share it with friends/relatives and see a chaste grin on their faces, as if they did not face such similar embarrassing situation in their life time and worsens when they make you feel that you acted too naïve over the entire episode. It’s a psychological warfare in your subconscious mind which you yourself start and then consciously lose.

On the fateful day, believing many a Delhi’tes, I started my journey from Tuglakhabad (nearest to NACEN FARIDABAD) to Central Secretariat by Metro train, popularly referred to as Purple Line. Well, Metro gave me a third reason by providing luxury at an affordable cost besides savings of time and money. The Metros in Delhi (except for places in Central part) are running much above the ground level so that you can catch more than the glimpse of the surroundings. It was only while being on Metro I could conclude that only thing that remains unseen was an inner part of the monument whether it was Lotus Bahai Temple, Embassies of various countries or colossal Jawaharlal Nehru stadium. It was like spending peanuts against such pleasant experience, until I changed Metros for my onward journey to Rohini via Rajiv Chowk, only to find that I was hooked off the cash I carried. Where and when was the next question and by then I had frisked myself number of times. No doubt it was embarrassing for me when stared upon by co-female travelers on my way of frisking but I could gauge the feel from males standing in the corner– B O S S! I WAS BEING ROBBED.

I travelled from Rajiv Chowk to Rohini, trying to identify the ones who travelled with me throughout along with change in trains. I could isolate three of them but seemed helpless. Future course of action remain undecided and accepted the fate as if it was god sent and I was bound to suffer. As the adage goes “Bitter memories are sweet to remember” and you tend to become philosophical over the entire episode. Maybe Life’s like that. Buy, borrow or steal – whatever happiness you can as nobody owns it. You can simply have it as long as one wants.