Dadar station is not very friendly. You dont have to be there to know you just have to look at the faces of people getting into the train when it stops at that station. Yup...about a 100 Kodak moments right there.
Everything from anger, nostril hair, stained teeth or no teeth, elbows in peoples eyes....basically adrenaline oozing out their pores.
I however, have first hand experience of the whole spectacle, because I've bestowed upon myself the priveledge of being in the eye of the storm....literally.
Everyday, i amble down that slope of the bridge taking care not to fall on my ass and reach the platform, eventually. Then as if sensing the levels of adrenalin pumping thru my blood, my trustee iPod plays Arctic monkeys- Brianstorm. The woman announces that the train is comin. i check the indicator it says '1 minute.'
now im weaving thru people, and Alex Turner's talking about 'someone to kiss, someone to kick you' and i get stamped on the foot! ... oh, but im still makin my way around people, trying to get to that distant ladies compartment.
And im almost there and the train pulls into the station. Yup...i can already 'smell' the excitement on the people around me. Most of them gathering up their lungis, and the women they're saris and dupattas. Those can't be getting in the way when ur in that moment when your one with nature and your primal instincts kick in.
I reach the place where all the women are, ready to charge. Not calm, collected and comanding (Top marks for at least trying), i push my way to the front and then THUNder....
i can the hear metal of the footboard at the door being punished under fractious feet...
Im inside, somehow, with asolutely no idea wat i did to get in.
Within seconds, the train pulls out, the (brian)storming is over.
Im thinkin to myself, I'll c ya later, bloody stinker!
