
Step into one of the locals and you will encounter the beauties and the beasts of Mumbai - With each life wrapped with utmost care, bags protected with the daily wrath just waiting to be unleashed, as they wait impatiently for the patient train. You push and punch your way in, (you can't do it any other way) and enter. The compartment is so tightly packed that even breathing becomes difficult. If your arm is bent or you are bent at 45 degrees you stay that way. It is no different from a gas chamber and you'll feel like a victim who is going to be gassed. Let me reiterate one such journey that I was a part of some time ago...on my way to an undisclosed location...
Location: Matunga Central Station - After a hard working day, me and Archie decided to take the Mumbai Local to avoid the mad traffic on the roads... The station air was warm and the platform was overwhelmed with people in the midst of clamor, heat, perspiration, and bone-weariness...
The local chugs its way in... and feeds on people... who are trying to get just a foot into one of its various yet overfed mouths... Archie the pro gets in and I just manage enough to get a foot hold of an inch and hang there for life... until the local can digest some of the travelers for me to get in. Phew! An experience in itself! But picture abhi baki hai mere dost!
Well, We managed to squeeze ourselves just to find out that this was a Kurla bound train! Man! What a Mess!!!! We would have to get off in the middle and board another one of these man-made monsters to reach our destination...To cut the long story short we get ourselves into a Kalyan Express only to find ourselves in the midst of some irritating, fart mixed, evaporated sweat filled crowd of women. Archie I can already see your nose twitching! Two ladies standing behind me are pushing and making their way out...two others standing in front are hitting me hard sometimes with their long wavey hair and sometimes with their over sized and overburdened hand bags... and Ouch! someone rushing squelched my leg and Unaware of all this buzz the train is floating on the tracks....with its gentle speed....
We manage to find some breathing space in the gangway... and one inhalation from Archie and the woman in front of her brought the roof down!
Irked Woman - “Aye! Kya kar rahi hai? Sidha khadi nahi ho sakti kya!”
Our very brave Ar'cheeeeeeeta' lost control and gave the woman a piece of her mind... "Kya? Dikhta nahi kya? Peeche se log dhakka de toh mein kya karu?"
The tennis match goes on... from the “Dhakka mat maar” to the “peeche walon ko bolo” to the "pata nahi kya samajhti hais” . Can still picture Archie trying to manage herself and survive herself through this ordeal of some backstabbing (literally) and some weird stink emanating from the lady in front of her, while I tired my best to balance myself on one foot and my bag in one hand - like in the midst of a ballet performance - in my attempt to help a small kid breathe some “air”.
In the midst of all this zig zag zoo, there comes a station and.....hundreds of homegoers gushed inside as if this is the last train of their escape from a lion's den...Ignoring the already pathetic conditions of the ones already inside, they want their space and for the same they are ready to fight with all their might....
We were about to reach our destination only to find our way blocked by the irked lady who kept giving me and Archie her "dirty looks" and her miscoloured eyes didn’t help us in anyway! But as the local hoots itself into the station... it pushed us out like mere well done buttered pop-corns only to swallow another bank of people, who linger on impatiently nearby waiting for their turn to put themselves in the very spaces we filled once.
Archie and me take in a "cleaner" whiff of air... and sighing-ly make our way out of the exhausted chaos in turn loosing out on the chasing grey eyed fiend of a woman. But what comes to my mind in retrospect is that, within this experience of nonsensical confrontation and faceless conflicts, lies a pattern emerging of the millions of people who travel the Mumbai local everyday… chugging towards their goal without knowing how they got there... in their attempt not to miss their Ek Challis ki Last Local.