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| Apr 30, 2007 11:58 am |
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On a Path to NoWhere
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Now there I was waiting for the last local from Kurla station and as always, it seemed like the whole of Mumbai was there to get on that train. The train announced its arrival, less by the lady with the shrill voice but more by the hullabaloo it caused within the present humanity, and people were on their running feet trying to get into the train before it could stop. And then I saw one person’s hand slip by the train door rod and he fell in the crowd, skidding with his momentum along the train for a while. I was quite far away from him then and there was this huge crowd around. People kept running towards the train and he lay there unable to get up within throng of running feet, some even pushing his attempt back to the ground. When I got close to him on my way to board the train, I saw him lying resigned, not even trying to get up. His face had this feeling of defeat, defeat by betrayal. A man betrayed by the people of his ‘own’ city. Who cared more about their boarding then his body in their feet. And I saw him there, on the ground while the crowed took me with it into the train and blinded by the lot of bodies around me I lost sight of him.
(I saw this incident last night and it was first such incident I saw in Mumbai with people I have seen to be so helpful to each other. May be it was stray incident but It was not a nice thing to see)
(An incident though not a humorous one but a strange truth it is)Private Reply to On a Path to NoWhere (new win) |
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