Ladies- I CLASS...

Platform number paanch par aane wali gaadi, aath bajkar chaar minute ki churchgate jaane wali jalad……..” these announcements become part and parcel of evry commuters life while working in Mumbai. It is amazing to see the number of people exiting from the trains and running to their respective offices and viceversa. The peak times and the lull times are common in any station.

The ladies first class compartment is a sparce bogie on the local trains as well and the earlier luxurious compartment, now gets packed like mustard seeds in a bottle. Well.. almost so. Women from different streams of lifestyle.. different areas of work/ levels of stress/ pressure in their lives enter into the train.. What entails most often is a clash of thoughts if one crosses another ones path or tries to find way into safety within the compartment.

One could call it a kind of stress buster when you shout and argue with a complete stranger, because it does not matter who you have been rude to and it does not matter if that person has felt bad about it. All that matters is that you have removed your frustrations on a person and that makes you lighter.. .. what a weird world we live in these days!!!

Last evening, while traveling alone back home, blissfully unaware of who’s near me and who’s quarelling.. ( thanks to my ipod that gives me company) I suddenly spotted a lady sitting in the corner of the second half, looking out the window, hearing music and eyes moist.. my heart went out to her.. it is amazing how women can compress all the feelings inside oneself and feel like a pressure cooker ready to give out steam, but still smile and work and put up with all the shit.. that she takes. ( Pardon my slang .. but I guess that’s the word that strikes ones mind, when you see someone in distress) Well clad and petite, she was a beauty to the sore eye.. and it was not a nice feeling to see her suffer silently sitting by the window and having her troubles come out of her eyes… there was a feeling of helpness in me…

Is she going through what I felt a few days back.. it is so hard to detach oneself from emotions.. there are times when all of them just get back to you and the feeling is so overwhelming that it cannot be controlled…. As I glanced around to see who else shared the same space.. I found sweet little girl chatting away with her mom and my thoughts raced to Trisha… Trisha my life.. my doll… my love and everything.. and I prayed that she grows up fast and becomes my friend…

By now, the lady was recuperating from the sudden burst of emotions that she felt.. it is hard fact but it is true and every human needs to master the art of detachment. It is a conditioning of the mind that associates itself to the best or the worst happenings in ones life and all that surrounded the event at that time become the conditions to recreate the same situation… and when one faces them, it is like reliving the same day/ the same moment and successfully detaching oneself from these conditional items is a tough task… but not impossible….

People come, make a mark in ones life/ people leave without a trace.. just like that and I sit wondering as to what did I do??? In the recent past I have been troubled by this question way too often.. trying to seek answers to why some people in my life just detached themselves in such a shoddy way that it becomes difficult to comprehend, assimilate and change accordingly.. because you don’t know “ WHAT THE HELL YOU HAVE DONE???”

The best out of it as I realized was to just shut oneself out of the complete thought.. may be shed a few tears and bury the person/ image forever and for mental satisfaction.. lay an epitaph calling all of those collective bunch of people/ circumstances as “IDIOCRACIES of the MIND” and flush them out of your system.. I guess I have partially achieved that.. ( Kudos to you Priya…!!) One needs to pat oneself on their backs for good job done.. and am sure that all of you who read this will agree to me

Life goes on.. circumstances/ events and people will come… it is like the first class that one chooses to live in.. but it is impossible to find luxury at every stage in life.. there will be times of distress/ pain and sheer happiness.. we need to maneuver our lives and take complete charge of it…

So this is the note to all my friends…

Life is the first class compartment
You wait for one….
You are cheated by one…
You finally get one…

Live on
Laugh on …..and life will be yours forever…

Till next time… happy traveling………………