Monday, March 16, 2009
The train is full of passengers as usual. Knees touching knees, legs entangled, four sitting on the seat meant for three, sweaty foreheads, pushing and whistling continuing, meanwhile dirty jokes are being passed. The automatic speaker announces the next station, but who cares? the sweet voice of the lady cautions that the unidentified object can be explosive, but there are so many such objects that the train would never move if caution is raised at everything suspicious. Religious folks chant tirelessly at the top of their voice unnerved by the inhospitable condition in the train. Legend has it that Lord Vishnu considered Narad's devotion unmatched. I pity him for he never travelled in Mumbai local.