Ek glassy do glassy teen ....

The Queen of Good Times and the lady of Mood Swings is back! and what a entry she makes into our lives. Her plane hovers around for half an hour over Mumbai and then lands at Ahmedabad!! we wait.. early saturday morning at Chatrapati Shivaji Airport for a lifetime (actually just three hours), drinking coffee... one after another!
The point? nothin really. except that she has just landed few hours back yet i feel so much more alive. So much more excited about 'saturday evening'. Life is back to being random, atleast thats the hope. Its not even that she makes us be wild n wierd n goofy... but just that the madness is infectious, bringing out the 'i wanna break free' part of all of us. i want to plan a trip, go backpacking now now. n i dnt want to plan it or wait for others to join me.
If not doing all of the above means being responsible, being an adult then you are wrong. It doesnt. I need to this to live life. I need to meet new people, observe their ways of life, learn about music that i havent yet heard and books that i havent yet read... understand the movies i didnt really interpret the first time, international politics and great ideologies, respecting elders and genuinely loving nice people. All the rest just makes it more fun.
So, Madam 'Madness Redifined'.... herez to u! Cheers!
p.s- The title just came about cause i was listening to the song when i began writing this blog. It could have easily been.... Ae Ganpat, Chal Daru Daal!!

the day i stopped loving MLTs

unfortunate, tragic, heart rendering
unintended, unwanted, irrepairable?
y did i ever listen to the one unattached
to break the strings that tied me to this city
y did i ever think that the society boundaries dont mean nothin
cause they do....
like it or not... crossing those boundaries isnt smart
i feel solitude, i feel cold and i feel distant
i miss the warmth, the thrill, the high decibel buzz
the curses, the nudges and pushes
i want to go back to where i had to fight
to hang at the door to enjoy the freshness
somebody take me back to where people squeeze in
to make that extra space for you to sit
in that world,for each foe at the entrance, there were four friends inside
for each station crossed, there were two entertaining scenes occuring in the coach
in this world, where i am banished for the next one month
robots read and confine themselves to their thoughts
and consider the bond between fellow travellers futile
i loved Mumbai local trains
for the people, struggles, aspirations
for being by myself, listening to music yet
enjoying the company of women like me out there to get something
for the aunties singing together and putting on their make-up each morning
even when there was hardly any space to move
i lived the rush it gave hanging at the door
the thrill that came from shoving and hitting others
i hate the first class where the prim and proper reside,
faces without any creases or expressions, except, if any, of disgust
where i am yet to see someone talk at normal volumes
let alone chat excitedly or animatedly
and so i miss the shouts, fights, gossips, and bitching session
the community bonding that could only come in the 2nd class coach
Is it about the rich and poor?
Or about sophistication and being vernacular?
Is it about class, upbringing and restraint
or is it about being human, real and full of life
Am i being biased and exaggerating it
melodramatic?
Whatever you say, i think its more comfortablewith four ladies squishing each other
and four more standing, waiting, staring and falling
in a 2nd class mumbai local ladies coach
than three 'ooomph' females on the cushion seats
lips zipped and smiles forgotten!!
HELL it is at 10am from Andheri to Churchgate
HELL with the Devil's dance it is at 7pm from Churchgate to Andheri
yet, its real, its fun, its enlightening
n m going back to it as soon the the pass expires
cause as long as i am paying 320 n not 95bucks, i shall go ahead and see wht the fuss is all about!