The standard line echoing at a railway stations' reservation office. I heard it so many times the one instance I was there.
Every morning scores of people race to the gates in hope of many-a-step ahead of the rest of the participants. During the day, a belligerent spark or two every hour is a normalcy which also keeps everyone's spirits high. Why do these sparks fly ?
Frustration is a major player in building up the spitfire curses shared between a pair of aggressors. No one likes to wait in a dusty room with kaput chandeliers, tramps tugging at clothes for some change and a collage of torn and trampled reservation forms tiling the floor. [Interior designers... try this out for a new fad]. And these quarrels are anxiously awaited I feel, since it eats into some time while you take a step closer towards the counter.
Nothing can be done about guys who push in and claim they've reserved that place long back in consultation with the bloke ahead of you. It's all rigged. Most of these buggers are ticket agents who've capitalised on some authority by being "regular" in that dump.
Frequent the place long enough and push in more often than not with the same dialogue I've headed this post with. You may get by unnoticed.
Every morning scores of people race to the gates in hope of many-a-step ahead of the rest of the participants. During the day, a belligerent spark or two every hour is a normalcy which also keeps everyone's spirits high. Why do these sparks fly ?
Frustration is a major player in building up the spitfire curses shared between a pair of aggressors. No one likes to wait in a dusty room with kaput chandeliers, tramps tugging at clothes for some change and a collage of torn and trampled reservation forms tiling the floor. [Interior designers... try this out for a new fad]. And these quarrels are anxiously awaited I feel, since it eats into some time while you take a step closer towards the counter.
Nothing can be done about guys who push in and claim they've reserved that place long back in consultation with the bloke ahead of you. It's all rigged. Most of these buggers are ticket agents who've capitalised on some authority by being "regular" in that dump.
Frequent the place long enough and push in more often than not with the same dialogue I've headed this post with. You may get by unnoticed.
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6 comments:
why would u hang out there?
also
what station?
that was quite an eloquent post, considered writing s'more for DNA?
I think you shud try and take a pic of the 9:07 a.m. Goregaon local when it arrives at Andheri or sumthin...I am sure that will make it 2 the front page of DNA.
If I ever get hold of a chopper, will get on it and click a view of Hosur Road (Bangalore) at 9 in the morning...that will say it all!
Write and click away for DNA.
Wonder wot will you do if they r taken over by reliance...
you make me jealous amol. i love your blog.
have some noodles
i like that we're both commenting on each others blogs at exactly the same time
bagdad burning: blog by a girl in bagdad writing about ordinary ppl affected after the war. its been nominated for a 30,000 pound prize for writing. you might like it
also belle du jour diary of a call girl is good
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