Very well written,must read type. Delhi Metro Confessions/Compliments #2402 Few days ago, when I boarded a metro train, I had no idea what it would be like. It would be as thrilling as a roller coaster ride I thought. After a long wait, I got a token from Dwarka to Rajiv Chowk. I put on my glasses, stripped open the second button of my shirt and stepped inside thestation, thinking I would be looking as bad ass as Brad Pitt, but actually I was making a Rajpal Yadav of myself. After 2 minutes, the metro train arrived, gates slid opened and as an innocent first timer I entered the coach. To my surprise, there were girl all around, from every corner to every corner. They greeted me with their cold stares, indirectly conveying me that the lost lamb has committed some sort of crime. Trying hard, not to pay attention, Irushed to a corner and kept myself glued to a pole like a pole dancer. But their muttering made me think again and again that something surely was wrong. I was trying hard to stay calm, but actually I was shitting bricks. Few minutes later, a gentleman came to me. I was like I found an angel in a group of zombies who could eat me up in no time. He came to me and asked me "Beta Delhi me naye ho?" I said "Ji." He smiled and asked me to leave the coach as soon as possible, else this could turn out to be the biggest mistake of my life. Desperately I asked "Kyun janab? Maine kya galati ki?" He smiled again and said that it was a ladiescoach. To this, I wished to hug him and say thanks, but who knows, even that would have proved fatal. With a jaw dropping face I picked up my bag and kept on sprinting as fast as a panther inside the train till I found a crowd to hide in. I was shivering as if I was comingfrom a morgue house and was sweating from tip to toe. By now the passengers had figured out what was wrong with me. They started passing silent smiles which conveyed the message "Congratulations mate! Welcome to our club." Still those smiles were less embarrassing, far better and sweeter than those cold stares. P. S- I am ready to climb Mt. Everest single handedly, wear an underwear over my pant, hear Anu Malik, see Salman movies, read Chetan Bhagat novels but notready to enter that coach again.
Posted on: Wed, 19 Jun 2013 05:03:56 +0000
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