Started traveling by 1st class since last week and had this mixed feeling inside me . Traveling on Day 1 it was tough to stop myself from sharing my experience through my blog.
While traveling started scribbling on my BB and shared it with a friend of mine "TheAngrySaint" who then gave it some finishing touch and here it goes : Credits: @theangrysaint
The amazing thing about Mumbai city is its pace. Time literally flies
and the citizens are found running around, trying to catch up!
Commuting to Vikhroli & back had toughened me a lot in the past 7
Months, but the mind finally made me succumb to the lure of life on the other
side of the II Class Section of the Ladies Compartment. I finally decided to
leave get over my skepticism and overlook the huge hole in my wallet caused by
the 400% price difference in fares.
It may be the same train and at times, even the same compartment, but
life in the I Class section for the Ladies is in marked difference.
Day 1
begins sans all the jostling and pushing hoopla that is an inseparable part of
boarding the II Class. The comfortable entry was a relief, but I had to remind
myself that it is the I Class, so was treading forth softly. There was no death
of those well cushioned seats and I settled in on the third one at a bench.
Slam! I literally jumped up as I sensed the piercing look giving me the
once over, from head to toe, as if I was some alien from outer space. The stout
dame behind those fierce looking eyes made me do a double check on the B/O
meter and I only breathed a lil’ easy, when the readings came out fine. Figured
it was just her curiosity, over the simple looking girl who looked like she’d
stepped in like an uninvited guest.
Then there was this PYT(pretty young thing) sitting across with
consummate nonchalance. Given that the space had reduced ever since I sat down,
a decent request was sent out to shift her ‘branded’ shoe adorned leg a little.
The request went unheeded as though it’d come from someone too low on the
pecking order. My resulting head-shake and the supportive smirk from the lady
adjacent to me seemed to have the desired effect though. The slightly better
leg-room was appreciated with a sigh of relief.
With the BB music player still belting out the latest hits in my ears, a
casual glance was thrown around at my fellow commuters. Most looked to be quite
brand conscious and their bods gave away signals of regular pedicures and
manicures, amongst other beauty treatments. The sight reminded me of mannequins
decked and kept with utmost care besides each other.
Meanwhile, the stout girl who’d come in to sit next to me, seemed immune
to the fact that she was cramping me out. A few well-placed nudges however, did
the trick and it got a bit easier to breathe later on.
Reflecting back, I realized that, I Class travel may be physically
comforting, but it is rather difficult to have the mind at ease. Having
experienced the empty egos out there, I couldn’t help but notice that the heart
was missing something. Something that the II Class offered in abundance – The
Human Touch! Sigh!
Comments
the human touch is there always... just that now it is covered under layers :-)