What happens on a 2:25 PM Virar Local
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| Platform No. 2 - Harbour Line |
It's the month of February. The same month that's dreaded by students for their board examinations. As I finished my Chemistry examination, I reach Andheri to catch the train and get into the first class coach.
Initially, quite silent than it always is, the coach seems empty at first, but gets filled quickly with passengers. It's no wonder that Mumbai always keeps bustling. There would no plausible way to define this city in few sentences for the historians of the future.
Luckily, I grab a seat and observe around. There is a difference in the city and its subjects after the Airstrike by Indian forces in Pakistan. Security has been tightened. You could walk few metres and won't find it hard to spot military as well police officials. But, on the other hand, people also trust the city's guards. Mumbai has changed completely in terms of its safety since 26/11.
There's a uncle before me, talking loudly with his colleagues via cellphone. A man besides me, in the attire of a pilot, chats with his friends over the recent tension between the two countries. A war. That's what people demand nowadays. Unfortunately, they don't foresee what war has done in the past. All those history books that say `we lived happily after` actually are for the rich. They don't expose what's deep down in the nation's reality, it's people; common people.
The speaker on the train keeps muttering the next stops and various advertisements. Maybe that's where railways is heading to gain some revenue given that no one actually buys the tickets. Western railway also tried the Air conditioning temptation, but looks like it's going to rain gold only in the months of April and May.
Everyone's getting to their own destinations. This is Mumbai. It doesn't matter you meet them at the dawn or the dusk. We work for us, for the nation.
Initially, quite silent than it always is, the coach seems empty at first, but gets filled quickly with passengers. It's no wonder that Mumbai always keeps bustling. There would no plausible way to define this city in few sentences for the historians of the future.
Luckily, I grab a seat and observe around. There is a difference in the city and its subjects after the Airstrike by Indian forces in Pakistan. Security has been tightened. You could walk few metres and won't find it hard to spot military as well police officials. But, on the other hand, people also trust the city's guards. Mumbai has changed completely in terms of its safety since 26/11.
There's a uncle before me, talking loudly with his colleagues via cellphone. A man besides me, in the attire of a pilot, chats with his friends over the recent tension between the two countries. A war. That's what people demand nowadays. Unfortunately, they don't foresee what war has done in the past. All those history books that say `we lived happily after` actually are for the rich. They don't expose what's deep down in the nation's reality, it's people; common people.
The speaker on the train keeps muttering the next stops and various advertisements. Maybe that's where railways is heading to gain some revenue given that no one actually buys the tickets. Western railway also tried the Air conditioning temptation, but looks like it's going to rain gold only in the months of April and May.
Everyone's getting to their own destinations. This is Mumbai. It doesn't matter you meet them at the dawn or the dusk. We work for us, for the nation.
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