Giving my sweat and blood to Mumbai
I travel a distance of 80 Km home to work and back each day. The work location changes depending on the client meetings.
One day, on my way back home, I took a local train from dadar to thane, the most crowded one at the peakest time. The train was holding the maximum nmber of people that can fit into the compartment while standing. i could hardly breath. i was looking at the roof to catch some fresh air and avoid suffocation. Everyone was holding onto anything that they could find so they won't fall and create a ripple effect. Just then the train came to halt at a station; some got down and some more got in. A short lady standing behind me squeezed in between five others had nothing to hold onto. i tried not to hurt anyone and was protecting myself from others as much as i could. there were people carrying books, hand bags of different shapes and sizes, plastic covers, files, newspapers, what not in their hands trying to balance their stand in the moving train.
just as another station was approaching, there began fight between two which eventually infected itself to the entire crowd standing between the two exits of the compartment. there was push and pull going on, screaming, venting of frustrations, as people were trying to adjust themselves and stand according to the station where they have to get down. just then a lady literally clinging to me pulled my kurthi from waist down and ripped of! what the heck!
everybody stopped screaming at each other that moment and looked at me anticipating burst of anger or whatever!. the lady who tore my kurthi already had guilt taking over her... she apologized frantically and offered to give money. money!
After throwing out some heated comments at the way they were behaving and giving my two cents on how they could have a reasonbale stand in the compartment i took my shawl out and wrapped around. just that i realised a pricky burning sesntation on my right arm and what did i see.. i had scratches and was bleeding!. some weired-handbag-decked-with-dangerously-sharp-accesories carrying woman rubbed past me and bruised my arm. :-(
Here I am, giving my sweat and blood to mumbai! :-(
I hope to find a better job minus the 5 hour everyday travel.
One day, on my way back home, I took a local train from dadar to thane, the most crowded one at the peakest time. The train was holding the maximum nmber of people that can fit into the compartment while standing. i could hardly breath. i was looking at the roof to catch some fresh air and avoid suffocation. Everyone was holding onto anything that they could find so they won't fall and create a ripple effect. Just then the train came to halt at a station; some got down and some more got in. A short lady standing behind me squeezed in between five others had nothing to hold onto. i tried not to hurt anyone and was protecting myself from others as much as i could. there were people carrying books, hand bags of different shapes and sizes, plastic covers, files, newspapers, what not in their hands trying to balance their stand in the moving train.
just as another station was approaching, there began fight between two which eventually infected itself to the entire crowd standing between the two exits of the compartment. there was push and pull going on, screaming, venting of frustrations, as people were trying to adjust themselves and stand according to the station where they have to get down. just then a lady literally clinging to me pulled my kurthi from waist down and ripped of! what the heck!
everybody stopped screaming at each other that moment and looked at me anticipating burst of anger or whatever!. the lady who tore my kurthi already had guilt taking over her... she apologized frantically and offered to give money. money!
After throwing out some heated comments at the way they were behaving and giving my two cents on how they could have a reasonbale stand in the compartment i took my shawl out and wrapped around. just that i realised a pricky burning sesntation on my right arm and what did i see.. i had scratches and was bleeding!. some weired-handbag-decked-with-dangerously-sharp-accesories carrying woman rubbed past me and bruised my arm. :-(
Here I am, giving my sweat and blood to mumbai! :-(
I hope to find a better job minus the 5 hour everyday travel.
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