Lifeline of Mumbai: An Autobiography

I am a local train in the tinsel town of Mumbai, a medium used as a rapid transit system in the city and I take the opportunity to present my autobiography to you. I have been blessed to touch the lives of every individual who resides in Mumbai and off late some clever fanatic rechristened me as “Lifeline of Mumbai”. Being a “Lifeline” always has been a role full of responsibility complimented with so much pressure that I have to doubly rethink on my role.

I came into existence in the 19^th century, when the need to introduce first railway system in India was felt by the then intellectuals. Early years were a honeymoon period, tantamount to any new employee’s daily life in a corporate setup. Initially, I used to have ample time to rest and serve the citizens of Mumbai far and wide. Life was cosy, though it started everyday early in the morning and I had to toil till midnight,which I still do. I was happier as I had time to maintain myself and take good care of my rakes. My caretaker used to care for me a lot and with precision I was cleaned everyday thereby rejuvenating me to serve the citizens of Mumbai everyday. I recall, life in those days was much simpler and commuters were far more sensible.

Over the years, I have matured on all fronts but have been subjected to the good and the bad of Mumbai, as I chug past stations after stations. I have seen Bombay changing to Mumbai; I have heard the tinsel town gossips through the words of my commuters. I have seen politicians being hung ho about my presence and do nothing to add fresh lease of life to my existence. Over the years, life has revolved around each and every commuter who boards my rakes to reach his/her desired destination. Life has been mixture of atrocities and happiness that I am being subjected too everyday. I run overcapacity during peak hours; I am always being equally mishandled as any other public property in India, but each day is a great learning experience for me in Mumbai. Everyday, I confront commuters with varied profile. A majority of them are regular travelers whom I can recognize with ease but a few new faces always add texture to my life. I feel quiet ecstatic to commute both white and blue collared passengers everyday. I have been segregated into separate classes to cater to the white collared passengers.

I run on tracks traversing more than 400 KM’s each day and cater to the needs of around 7 million commuters in Mumbai everyday. My life is a wonderful experience of a dutiful employee who is always at work, on bosses command. I run on the best technologies which help me avoid accidents and deliver the best service to my commuters. I am a proud servant to the people devoid of all corruption and favoritism that I have seen rife in India. Every year, new rakes are added to my fleet and I feel better to offload the onus on new rakes. With the advent of new age marketing, I have been entrusted with new responsibility to drape banner and posters all over my body and generate revenue for my department. I really feel good in my new role that has added a new dimensions to my personality but the new role is quiet oblivious and I am yet to understand the nuances of it. Overall, I have a well defined KRA/KPI’s and I need to abide by it without fail.

It’s more than an hour past midnight and time for me to retire for the day, but I get into a contemplative mood and begin to emancipate about my future a few years from now. I overheard a commuter that my life is going to change soon. I would have friends who would complement my noble cause. My new friends would be called Metro rail and Monorail. I guess, in my friend’s presence I would again get a chance to feel rejuvenated and would be subjected to lesser atrocities and mishandlings that I endure at present. I would not feel so tired during peak hours and I would report to the destinations on time. I would once again get a fresh lease of life which would rechristen me as the best transit system in India. As I count on the happier days and hope to see a better future for myself, I prepare my mind to tolerate the worst that can happen to me, but hope for the best as every individual does to happily serve Mumbai in days to come.

 

 

Me, my phone and musings…….

I never thought “Bricks” could be so smart, but they proved me wrong. Do you want to know the answer how a brick turns Smart, ask your phone? Seven years ago, when I first bought a Nokia handset(without antenna), I was so intrigued by its features, that I researched on the history of mobile phones, only to learn that earlier mobile phones were addressed as “bricks” due to their unique brick like dimensions. I remember, college life rotated around cell phones in demand and they attracted student like magnets. Ah, that feeling of owning a phone from Nokia (Apple and Blackberry were not known then in India). As my phone lacked the vibration feature, I remember rushing to the Nokia priority center to enquire if I can get that feature installed on my phone, as it was easy to get call alerts when attending classes on campus. The most happening and smartest of the phone in my college at that time was NOKIA 3100, sturdy by looks, draped in blue it was a killer instrument to own in my college. As time rolled, I graduated and went on to do an MBA.

Technology had advanced more by that time and I was the happiest to purchase my first color phone from Motorola. I used to associate myself with all Motorola users who made the company ranked no. 2 in the world. I could listen to FM radio; activate GSM service at some cost, and above all download polyphonic ringtones.  I owned that Motorola model for almost 3 years, before I put my hands on the smart technology enabled phones. It really hurts when someone loses your dearest phone, and that is exactly what happened to my Motorola. I gave my dearest phone, my first color phone to a needy person to use for a time-being, only to learn after a week that the person has lost it. It was painful depart for me, as we as humans tend to develop penchant towards everything, whether it is other human beings or a technology or a machine.

One day, intrigued to own a trendy handset, during lunch time of office hour, I rushed to the nearest E zone only own an HTC Smart phone. What features! Full touch screen phone which I still own, apart from a Blackberry. I am not a gadget freak but applications on my phone have always been happening. I keep doing research on new apps which make life simple for me and have laid my hands on some really nice applications on Smart phones. HTC empowered me to carry chat application wherever I travel, and it was the best for me to stay connected with my friends while on travel. I activated the best GSM plan to browse internet and download apps on the phone. I used my phone to pay bills, to book tickets, all this through an application. Isn’t that SMART? For me, it is.

Are the Smart phones really Smart? Well, not all phones are Smart enough but a few of them are and applications serve as life for these Smart phones. The evolution of phones in my life has changed with my preferences for them and I have evaluated new brands every time, I purchase a new phone.  I read recently that in India almost everyone would own a Smart phone by 2015. Imagine the market for applications. Off late, as Apple and Blackberry has entered Indian market and uprooted conventional brands like NOKIA, I am hooked on to my Blackberry now. My HTC phone has become a thing of the past, as amazing application on Blackberry allow me to own awesome features on my handheld. The most striking feature which I enjoy on Blackberry is the ease to type, I can use my both hands to type letters and it makes work fast and looks trendy too. Sometimes, I go contemplative and question myself “How these gadgets become a part of our life?” and we value them as a priced possession. I happen to see one advertisement from Telenor which was made for its Japanese market and I was moved. The entire plot of the advertisement revolved around handsets and their features, people being glued to them forgetting friend’s, near one’s and then there is a realization of this and we gain consciousness to return to our world of feelings, likeness, friendship and love.

As technology would advance new models of phone would definitely hit market and I would as well try to explore new models like Blackberry Torch and Apple’s 4G iPhone, as I am confused to choose between them but the most important thing which would remain around these gadgets is our feeling for them. There are a few people who change their phones every month and a phone is just another gadget for them but for a user like me, who uses a phone for at least 2 years, we develop a connection around them and our phones are very dear to us, that is why we still keep our old handsets safely in a cupboard. It is worth mentioning about one of my friends who purchased her NOKIA handset doing some promotional marketing jobs. The phone is very dear to her, as the money that went to buy a gadget involved loads of hard work and sweat, therefore an intense feeling for the gadget is true and appreciated. I may, long for new models of phone everyday but that feeling which I have for my first phone still reminds of life, college and friends.

 

 

Novice to Expert

Being novice is a state of mind and heart, where the mind is inquisitive and heart longs for excitement. I happen to meet one such novice who is an expert by practice in the cyber crime department of Mumbai Police. It was an accidental meeting, set without purpose, just for introduction but learning’s are pure and real. After one of the business meetings got over, my boss’s friend asked us to meet this guy, head of cyber crime department in Mumbai police. As I entered the typical Mumbai Police Headquarters several reveries of a uniform clad police officer brushed through my mind. My curiosity finally subsided when I met the guy in civilian dress with not so scholarly looks.

As our introduction end and we discussed the growing impact of cyber crime in India, the scholar in him emanated and the person was all over the room. I thought, God I should definitely write about this man, master and philosopher on cyber crime. The discussion helped me to understand that the person started his career in this new department four years ago and wanted to resign after being pushed into this non-descriptive department of Mumbai police at that time. Slowly, the department nurtured as intellectual capacity of cyber criminals in India multiplied. The department today solves more than 200 cases a day and no query has remained unresolved. The person in discussion, upon being applauded “You are doing a great job; you are an expert” replies in a typical policeman accent “Kahe ka expert, karna padhta hai “and shrugs off all glory with ease. The next moment he claims four years ago “I was computer illiterate and today I give lectures at International Conferences on Cyber Crime in various parts of India and the world. “

The paperless department with less than 16 officers believes in 80:20 principles, and wonders why corporate have so many people on board when only a few are effective. The other moment, he exclaims so many people serve as adjuncts in organizations to facilitate work processes; and subtly comments “we have less strength of high quality people who solve cases in minutes”. The simplicity of the person bowled me out and I gained on knowledge from the intellectual discourse.

Jai Hind!!!!

Indiblogger’s Meet #indimum

On August 15, 2010, celebrations for bloggers in the tinseling town of Mumbai were at its peak. Well, the reasons were many but two most important ones worth mentioning are “India’s Independence Day” and “Indibloggers birthday”. Having been introduced to Indiblogger by Vineet Rajan (from Indiblogger team) over tweets, I really feel special to be a part of the community now. The stage was set at Hotel Sea Princess, Juhu and the moment was enticing for a blogger like me. A day before I had got a call from Indiblogger team to confirm my participation and well that made my resolution to attend the event perfect. At sharp 2 PM as I entered the lobby of the beautiful hotel in Juhu, the only word I could utter was “WOW…….what a preparation”. I never expected such a nice gathering of so many like and unlike minded people for the event.

The welcome was nice with beautiful girls helping with registration followed by a surprise from BigRock, which provided me with free domain for one year. I yelled in my heart, “now I can also own a website”. This was complimented by a caricature, by BigRock again, I just queried myself “Gosh, what’s up with these guys so many freebies in a day”. I could see chairs arranged meticulously all around the room and the invitees were really diverse. The event started with presentation by Hewlett Packard trying to connect to the world of blogging. The only idea which was going in my mind when the presenter spoke was why not pitch my company’s services to this guy, I could be in business. Marketer by profession, you know, we always look for cues to get business. Once again BigRock rocked the stage with whimsical presentation on internet and various caricatures that literally made us literate on internet lingo. For me the most exciting session was introduction and the scribbling exercise where people would scribble anything they wish on the chart paper which was swiveled around our necks.

Gul Panag graced the event by moderating for the debate “Which is better? Blogging or Journalism” or “Who would rule the world? Blogger or Journalists”, call it anyway. A tinge of excitement was added by special screening of “Soch lo” and high tea comprising of sandwich, cookies and coffee or tea. The event saw numerous photo sessions where every blogger wanted to accommodate a place in the snap. It was a difficult and a real test of photographic ability of the cameramen. I was touched by Firoze Shakir and his typical photography on eunuchs. I could see twitters favorite Netra strolling all around the room and chatting graciously with every blogger.

Well, I had a lot to take in terms of materialistic freebies (worth mentioning such as T Shirt, Two funky pens, a scribbled chart, discount coupon from the hotel, and free domain from Bigrock) and immaterial ideas which would always be cherished in my heart. I would look forward to more such meets and proud to be a part of such knowledgeable diaspora.

Hail Blogging…..Hail Indiblogger..!!

Indian Premier League

We Indians have always enjoyed cricket in all its form viz. Test, One Day and now 20-20. Come cricketing season and we have always been onlookers at the idiot box. We have been the true supporters to the game and loved it so much that we have kept backstage our own national game, hockey and adopted this game from foreign land. Three years ago we saw cricket taking a new form with Indian Premier League and eight teams bidding for their world’s best players to play for them. The entire concept was new and exciting. It was something that the world of cricket had never seen or experienced before. All the cricketing Diasporas on one platform. It’s been three years now and now we have IPL three currently in session. I am ecstatic to see the intensity and amazement of people cheering for their teams. The entire nation gets divided into eight teams and follows their teams close to their hearts. It is nice to see youngsters like Suman playing for Gilchrist, and Hayden being captained by Dhoni. What a game, cricket has never felt so close-knitted. The entire cricket playing nations on one platform and enthralling the spectators. Every year we long for IPL season and cheer our teams either in stadium or on Television. It seems quite interesting to cheer for Pollard and Sangakara in IPL and be against them when India plays against West Indies or Sri Lanka respectively. What an irony? Everything is quiet interesting about IPL in the hearts of every cricketing fan. Every individual support their own favorites and cheer for their teams. It seems so different but ecstatic and has only made cricket so alluring. I am all guns for IPL and in my heart hope that my favorites win it again this time. Cheers for every team in IPL and the entire concept of IPL.

Home Sweet Home

Home is the sweetest abode of love that we all have in our lives. A home always has been more than the four concrete walls. I still remember one of the interviews for a Scholarship test which I has attended a long ago. I was asked a question “What is the difference between a Home and a House?” and out of ignorance, I would say, straight came the answer “A House is built by hands and a Home is built by hearts”. The inspiration behind this strong but subtle answer (logic) was an obvious quotation on one of the notice board at my school.

Getting out of the nostalgic mode, I thought to write about “Home Sweet Home” because I thought to share with every reader my feelings and experiences of each moment that I cherished during visit to my home that too after a long 8 years. It is not that my parents have disowned me or vice versa and it is also not that I have never met my parents in these 8 years but its that due to certain other engagements, I just couldn’t make a visit to my Home Sweet Home which is at Bhagalpur (third largest city of Bihar-Once a famous centre of learning housing Vikramshila University and the world famous Silk producing city. It is also called the Silk city of India and finds mention in Ramayana, Mahabharata and also famous Panchtantra as Bhagdatpuram. The city also has been revered as busiest centers of trade by 7th century Chinese travelers Hsuan-tsang and Fa-hien).

The itinerary was planned in the month of February and by mid February tickets were confirmed. With each day that approached the D day my curiosity to be in the city where I have lived the most part of my life started to grew intense. Images of all relatives and my parents kept sweeping all the time. It seemed I had put on shoes of elation. Indeed with each day passing by I became more ecstatic and my smiles couldn’t just stop at the thought “Wow I am going home after 8 years”. My happiness knew no bounds when I was packing and meticulously arranging my stuff in a bag. The sweet face of my mother and her beautiful smiles always lingered around in my thoughts. I had formally purchased a big bag for the D day so that I could also carry a few gifts for my sweet parents. The night before the travel I couldn’t sleep and thoughts of boarding the flight in the morning to relish home made food mixed with loads of love hovered my reflections.

In the morning, as I reached Mumbai airport, my happiness had crossed all boundaries. With only a few flights that travel to the City of Patna (Erstwhile Patliputra). I had booked my tickets with one of them that had to take me to Patna via Delhi. Each step that I took to board the flight I drew a simile with giant steps of the mankind as in the words of first man to land on the moon. I was traveling from magnetic city (as mentioned in words by my co-passenger) to silk city. In all my happiness I had kept ringing my mom to update her about my movements rights from boarding the flight to letting her know my seat number. It all seemed so quintessential and fascinating to me. The flight took long 4 hours 30 minutes to reach Patna via Delhi. As the beautiful stewardess made an announcement “We are about to land at Jaiprakash Narayan International Airport, Patna” was made I couldn’t stop peeping out of the window and enjoy beautiful revelry of earlier days. The famous “Mitti ki khusbu” type of thoughts of old hindi films touched my olfactory thoughts as the wheel of the aircraft touched the tarmac and it taxed around for a while. I could just munch words this is it, Please open the doors fast. I couldn’t stop making call to my mom immediately after landing. I spoke to her, updated her about everything including me collecting my baggage. It was all fun and happiness that exuded my heart. My Smile kept pouring on my lips. I remembered the days when first time I had made a visit to this airport at Patna with my grandfather when I was in school. I was so ecstatic to have traveled all the way from Mumbai to Patna airport. I hired a taxi to reach my grandparents place in Patna from where I had to catch a train to Bhagalpur the next day.

As my journey to Bhagalpur has started I would keep you posted about it in my next post. Till then Thanks for being nostalgic about your own visits to “HOME SWEET HOME”.

The Blogger…….

It’s almost 2 years that I got introduced to the concept of blogging. Initially it seemed a weird idea on how can you write somethings on web with everyone out there to see and comment but slowly it started intriguing me. I started to go with the flow of thoughts and slowly started to own blogs. At present I own two blogs one which talks about my mentations on life and the other one gets more complicated with my passion for marketing.

Ideas abruptly emerge from nowhere and one gets hooked to put them on web. Off late, I am very much allured to this blog world and always try to add new features to make it more reader friendly. I thought to put these ideas on web just trying to understand the mind set of a blogger. A blogger typically strives to make the writer reborn in him every time he sits to blog. The mind always travels beyond boundaries and recapitulate moments that interests in life. Blogging can sometimes be contagious too as in one of the companies I worked for, I had to teach my superior on how to blog. The entire experience for a blogger is ecstatic and makes him scratch his brain and deliver best thoughts he has. Everything, every news,every incident becomes an article to be put on a blog with personal judgement. Constantly keeping a check on the number of visitors each day fills the heart with immense joy and one feels to be on top of the world. The thought ” Here comes the writer in me with thoughts galore” serves like an icing on the cake. The blogger in us always tries to be part of a blogging community which would help our blog to be rated among the best in the country. Flashing blog ranks as a means to promote the blog always allures any blogger.

Eventually, many moments in the life of a blogger helps a blogger to justify his thoughts and create a writer in him. The innate talent to write flourishes and a few bloggers like me try fascinating on writing a book( Gosh, What an innocuous bug is this blogging thing). All the more as we try to build our thoughts day after day, a new write up adds value to the web domain of a serious blogger. Thanks to everyone who created this idea of blogging. Happy Blogging

The Sandwich Way

This article compliments the marketing perspective of similar write-up on http://alokr.blogspot.com

“Sandwich” is an English word first used in Edward Gibbon’s journal; he referred it to bits of cold meat. However, “Sandwich” was named after John Montagu, 4th Earl of Sandwich in the 18th century. The word perpetuated when the Earl ordered to bring meat tucked between pieces of bread, this incident made all the courtesans and others to use Earl’s preference as “the same as Sandwich!” Literally, Sandwich means to position anything between two other things of a different character, or to place different elements alternately (Internet Sources).
In the words of a gourmand, Sandwich always means two slice of bread holding any edible product in between them and in support of the gourmand it is only bread which collaborates with edible items to be nomenclature as “Sandwich”. Bread has been in use as a food item since Neolithic period. A more prevalent form of food in the western part of the world has also slipped into India since British days. Though the ingredients used in preparation of bread loaves are the same that contributes to the preparation of chapatis or Roti (Indian bread), however bread has still a long way to go to become a staple food for homes in India. I thought of writing on the story of Sandwich because of certain events that has whizzed passed my gray mater over a past few months.

I used to stay in Bangalore more than two years ago and had most of my meals cornered around rice and its preparations made out of rice viz. Idli, Dosa etc. Ever since I shifted to Mumbai (work beckons), wheat started to add texture to my platter and my palate felt the goodness of soft chapatis here, though earlier chapatis formed a major part of my diet when at home, but in the southern part of India rice occupied all the occasions and I relished it gleefully. In Mumbai, breakfast and brunch started to hover around Vadapav (I should say you are not a true Mumbaikar, if you have never tasted pav with a potato vada inserted into the slit) (Read “The Vadapav Story” on http://alokr.blogspot.com) & Sandwich (mostly in the evenings). I still remember when a kid, sandwich always meant bread baked on tava at home, with potato & other salads kept in between the two slices of bread. The entire concept of Sandwich consumption has changed and more than 22 variants of breads are available in the market.

At my current place of stay in Andheri (exact locale withheld, to avoid any bias) sandwich form the order of the day. Two slices of bread has started giving competition to the staple food of typical Indian meal. Not later than two years ago when I shifted to this locale I could see only one shop “Sharmaji Sweets”(name withheld) who was in the business and used to sell Indian style made sandwiches. Things were running fine for “Sharmaji Sweets” till just a year ago, a guy returned from Dubai with big dreams in his eyes and money in his pocket to explore opportunities in the business arena of Indian Market. He laid his hands on our very own “Sandwich” and started a small kiosk named “Sandwich Company”(name withheld). Attendants were hired, attired in blue, and everything was given a professional look, the service, customer interaction, preparation and everything was perfect, business flourished with home delivery facility and soon the need to expand and grow was felt. The “Sandwich Company” got renamed as “Sandwich Café” and was housed in a big shop with sitting arrangements in place. It had a grand opening ceremony with guests from all over the area lusciously nibbling the bread. New flavors, Mexican touch, French tinge all added to the menu and were resplendently presented to the customers. I happened to interact with the Dubai guy and over ambitiously suggested a few more additions and deletions to the menu. In a few month time, to my dismay, I saw a new store sprung up with bigger reputed name and is called “Sandwish” (name withheld). The new store could quickly attack and develop patrons for its business which has grown manifold and I could see mostly the young crowd from a nearby college harboring it as a good dating ground. In toto, everyone wished to munch sandwich at “Sandwish”. The entire episode left draining business for both “Sharmaji and Sandwich Café”. Sharmaji sweets still continues to serve the old-fashioned typical sandwich and Sandwich café has really tried hard to gain momentum through certain valuable additions to the menu(though not bread items). (The marketing involved is dealt in details on my another blog http://alokr.blogspot.com)

I am really surprised at the volume of sandwich consumed by the natives of my locale. On Sunday evenings as it is customary to have dinner in a restaurant for most of the Mumbaikars, I see people standing in queue to make purchase at all the three places mentioned; besides a lot of roadside kiosks add to the numbers. I am flabbergasted to learn that as per All India Bread Manufacturing Association consumption of bread in India is more than one lakh tonne per month. As people have started to become health centric the trend of consumption has moved from White bread (2 slice-90-100 calories) to Brown bread (2 slice-70-80 calories) and other variants. It all seems to be going the bread way in “Sandwich” form with addition of more variety to our palates. Long live the “Sandwich”.

India Calling

I have always tried to keep myself away from the entire hullabaloo created in politics and practice abstinence when it comes to talk about politics and other related issues. Today on the way to office in just another taxi, my brain box ticked and my revelations of a few incidents occurred as flashback. It was just as another day on the way to office in a Mumbai taxi but today it was different. I would call it different as my eyes lit up when I saw small Indian flag kept on the dashboard of the car. Immediately, the thought of being an Indian, trying to be a responsible Indian filled my heart with pomp but all the joy went down to the dwindling lanes a few months ago towards some of the politically motivated incidents which invigorates the credentials of India as country.
I think you guessed it right, I am mentioning about the political incidents aimed at people from north in Maharashtra. Why can we be just Indians rather than being nomenclature as North or South Indian? Is it so difficult for ourselves to gel when we talk about “Unity in Diversity”? I really doubt our unity when we start singing the same song as our politicos whose senseless talk and songs hallucinates us and we are just one of them. Having stayed in Mumbai, for sometime now, I really feel like an Indian especially when I enter any Cinema Theatre where playing national anthem is a practice just before the movie starts. Why is this not a practice everywhere in India? It fills my heart with joy and sometimes tears roll down my cheeks when on screen I see our army standing against perils of life at Siachen Glacier.
I believe, we must train our mind to be mature enough that it does not get instigated by any provocative messages which the politicos rife. The policy of “Divide & Rule still follows in India and its not any enemy outside, it the enemy lurking inside who flourishes at our cost. Let’s be an Indian and make India proud. Jai Hind.

Growing up !!

As a child, I always thought what a good life the grownups have. After so many years that I have been blessed with a job and have started earning on my own, I long to be kid. I have always heard and believed that there is a kid inside all of us, and sooner or later that child like attitude shows in us. But sometimes the transformation of child like attitude to childish attitude really makes us ponder that Have we really grow up yet? All of us exude kiddish behavior at some or the other time, whether in office or on streets. It seems so contrary to how we behave when with family as responsible adults.
I thought on writing about this as everyday I have a tete a tete with kiddish attitude of ourselves, including me and it just makes me smile. It’s been long 2 years that I have been in Mumbai, the alluring city, sinful city, scintillating city by what name you call it, it always remains the same at heart. Mumbai… Aamchi Mumbai. The worth mentioning about it would be “The Lifeline” “The local Trains” in Mumbai. Everyday close to 7 million riders board the local train to reach their destinations. I stay at Andheri and every morning I am as ecstatic, about the drama that unfolds its protagonists, as a kid. The drama I would mention presents “Scene to board the Train”. As the Engine chugs into the station, you see all the grey hairs, white collars, blue collars and everyone whom I missed here, run with a force that I could draw a simile with water gushing out of a bore well pipe somewhere in the remote corner of rice fields in India. God, how much energy people require to board a train. As I jostle with my fellow passenger to make a headway into the gate someone pushes me from behind that I immediately land on the footboard of the train. What an experience!
I still remember when in school, how we used to run to board the bus to our homes. It was a funny experience then how we push and pull around with our friend to book a seat in the bus but now its no more than a nightmare which I believe everyone undergo every morning at the railway station. The kid in us over powers the mental state and the crowd sometimes the most sophisticated one traveling in first class forgets their age and its “Yeh meri seat hai” approach to get seated on the cushioned berths. I imagine did we ever become really responsible in life. I feel we need to grow mentally too and start equally respecting everyone whom we meet everyday. It’s India “yahan sab chalta hai” attitude need to be changed and we need to set examples for others to follow.