Just another day

Four days in Delhi, three days in Delhi Metro and I already have so many stories to tell. An hour in the ladies compartment and you learn so much, there's a lot of entertainment, lot of chaos, interesting people, fashion tips and what not.

Every person you look at has a story about them, be it the pretty girl huddled in the corner, or the group of bubbly girls laughing out loud, even the fat aunties, who eat up twice the seating space or the forever complaining, I think am smart girls. But, today's experience was something that made me think.

We had just begin our journey, and most of us were seated, it was quiet and comfortable, till this lady enters with her two kids, dressed in uniforms, shabby ones for that, with dirty unzipped bags, and no they were not poor. They seemed like well to do people, just careless, running late as usual. She stomps in throws the bags on the floor, runs around the compartment and somehow arranges for her son to sit. The daughter seemed like the meek one, and for two stations few girls came in and made the other passengers adjust to make space for them. Seeing which the mother kept screaming, see this is how it's done. Then the girl gives her a notebook and a really worn out paper, which am sure was a crisp A4 sheet a few minutes back. Now the mother strolls around the compartment looking for a decent place where she can sit and write a note, as she comes to the corner next to my seat and seeing her dilemma I offer to write the letter for her. She refuses. And hints her daughter to come over, then she says if you can kindly let her sit, we will just get down at the next station and she has fever. Obviously I cannot deny a child so I get up. 5 stations pass by, and she's writing, scolding her daughter every second, giving her the bad looks, making the little girl squirm in her seat. And I wondered I could feel for a strange little girl while her mother seemed least concerned. The last straw being her asking her daughter who seemed to be around 8 yrs old, if she had packed her medicines and when the daughter took out the medicine looking eagerly for appreciation, she flares up saying you fool, you packed the wrong one. Can't you even do a single thing properly? Now go to school and suffer. No medicine for you! I was like what? Is she seriously the mother?

But, the story continues, suddenly on the next station this woman notices someone and goes running to the other door. In a few seconds she's back with another girl and hands over the notebook to her to write the letter. And now she asks her sick daughter to vacate the seat for the letter girl(the seat that was originally mine). I am like ok, let her finish the letter and I shall get my seat back since the sick girl is not seated anymore. To my surprise the station finally arrives where the family is supposed to alight, the woman quietly says to the new girl, 'Listen, we are off you be seated and carry on with your journey.' Bah! I said enough. And ended up asking the girl to vacate my seat, who surprisingly got up that very instant. Thank God! Cos I was prepared to fight for it. Hehe... And then the journey continued...

Party time...

All of a sudden I feel I have a lot of time at hand. And yes, it feels good. I have time for myself, time to be with me, time to do what I like the most. No deadlines, no responsibilities. Just me and only me. And I am loving it.

So it's time to pamper myself, indulge, shop and enjoy. Updates later. Hehehe...