Yes, I am done with the most “convenient and user-friendly” mode of transportation in Delhi. I know there are people who travel in even worse condition and that I should not be cribbing, but you see a whole new world in Delhi Metro. I mean no offence to anyone who HAS to travel in the Metro/buses. I don’t mind doing that too. If any situation in my life calls for that, I will have to do that. But for now, I am done.
I left travelling in the Delhi metro after I started driving. During my undergrad, I found driving to college more convenient. During my post-grad, there is no Metro connectivity, so I started travelling by road with a few good people I came across. My internship demanded that I travel by Metro. I was pretty okay with it until I saw the uglier side of this pride of Delhi.
Even though after the most disgusting incident of my life, which happened while travelling in the Metro, I continued travelling by it to combat the mental fears that I started developing. It was necessary. Indeed.
I have been really peaceful in my life. I really stopped cribbing like I used to do in the past. I actually started noticing the better things in life. But, in this post, you can expect a lot of whining.
If you haven’t seen the mean world out there yet, travel by the Metro. And we shall talk if you do not feel disgusted with what you see.
The love for the metro seat. For heaven’s sake, they are not your living room couches that it is so much pain for you to leave them when someone needs it more than you.
I use the ladies coach most of the times. If I am not travelling during peak hours, I won’t use the general coach. No, thank you. The epitome of kindness, a woman, will show the most heartless behaviour in this most coveted coach of the Delhi Metro. Young girls like me will be sitting shamelessly with either their eyes closed or faces covered when an old lady/pregnant lady is standing, right in front of their faces. Probably that is the best escape that they have. Is it so difficult to understand that you will have this phase in your life too? What if you too have to travel in the Metro at the most undesirables of the times? This probably never occur to them. Seizing the moment-seems legit. I have seen girls so shameless that they say a plain “NO” when some old aunty asks them for a seat. First, it is already humiliating for you that the poor lady had to ASK. Second, go, die. It is always understood if you have some problem with you, say some injury. If that is not the case, show some heart. Many times, I have to actually tap the shoulder of these creatures and beg for the seat for the one in need, like the pregnant ladies. I don’t know how they do it. I really don’t know. For the aunties, I always start imagining what if my mother someday has to travel, in so much crowded-inhumanly crowded-carriers. Would I let her feel so much of discomfort at this age? And the simple thought makes things really clear for me.
If that is not all, whenever people with special or different abilities are helped into this coach by the Metro official, the “normally-abled” girls/ladies who are sitting would not stand up instantly. They would rather look towards the other one, in the hope that someone else would get up and offer the ones in need of the seats. I really feel disgusted by the heartlessness of these people. Having said that, I am not generalizing this. There are some good souls around too. But too less.
Then there are ladies, who are always looking for a seat. Fighting for it, literally and figuratively. They will come up with their huge butts and yes, ask for that tiny little space between two other fellow passengers. Either they underestimate their sizes or they overestimate the amount of space. It is okay to travel standing up, unless, as mentioned, you are in grave need.
Standing etiquette? What? The first thing that any parent or teacher teaches a child is to stand straight. I don’t understand then why certain ladies are always standing, leaning against the fellow passenger. Listen, everyone is tired standing, but does that mean you lean against anyone with your highly sweaty and stinking bodies? I mean they really don’t know how to stand straight. No matter in which direction the pull of the Metro is, these sort of people always have a comfortable position for themselves. They don’t bother at all.
You will also find some wannabe pole dancers. The pole inside the coaches which are meant for holding on to in case of support for a bunch of people are seen as the dancing pole by some. They would make sure that they lean against this pole in pretty awkward positions and not let anyone else touch it. And, if you do, they would give you looks which could kill. No, really.
And finally, the ladies who have trained their whole life in the art of pushing. No matter how much space is there, they have this mental block that when they have to get down, they have to push everyone aside to make a way for themselves. If there is no pushing, Metro ride is really comfortable. But no, that is impossible to happen.
The deadly stares. Offo! The toughest part. No matter in which coach you are, you will be stared at. If you are a girl, the general coach passengers would stare at you. If you are in the ladies coach, the middle-aged aunties will give you the weirdest look you have ever seen. I am still looking for reasons for this one. Somethings just defy the “normal” situations.
The Screamers. They are everywhere. The general coach wins. It is so quiet. Like so quiet. So peaceful. The ladies coach, on the contrary, is filled with shrill voices. Laughing and gossiping. Some people just don’t care. They talk so loudly on phones. They gossip among themselves as if they are sitting in a coffee shop or their living rooms. They listen to music or watch videos without their headphones on.
I really don’t understand how could people be so insensitive towards their fellow passengers. How could people be so selfish that they are just on a lookout for their own comfort? They don’t realize their pushing, unnecessary fights for seats, shrill voices and everything else is so much pain for the other person. Why?
The problem with us is that we prefer blaming others. We don’t grab the opportunity to help, to change and to be the better person.
I don’t feel I should be commenting on the “technical” faults of Delhi Metro, which occur every day, causing too much pain and distress to the people who travel by it. The faults are so regular that you will start thanking your stars if you don’t face one on a good day. I should not be commenting because I am done with blaming everyone. Things can not go right in this world. Never.