Local trains are the most fascinating part of every Mumbaikar’s lives. He may crib or complain about it, but deep inside from the bottom of the heart, he knows that he shares a special Bond with the local trains especially during the peak hours.
The fascinating feature of the super dense loaded local trains is that it always offers space to every person, who wants to get inside it. The technique of getting into the trains is learned by every individual as and when he learns travelling.
Once a Mumbaikar manages to put a foot inside the train, he will shout his daily chant “Aage Badho, Aage Badho bhai”. Everyday there is a huge dispute among the ladies compartment.
There are specific stations adjoining a Ganesh temple like Mulund where the group that mans the footboard and lets people in and out of the train chants in unison, “Ganpati Bappa Moraya, Mangal Moorati Moraya, Undir Mama ki Jai, Chatrapati Shivaji Maharaj ki Jai.
Chatrapati Shivaji Maharaj rules over the minds of Mumbaikars to such exaggerated levels that you can find Chatrapati Shivaji Airport, Chatrapati Shivaji Terminus and Chatrapati Shivaji Museum.
Suddenly, someone’s foot will fall over another leading to patent abuses and fist fights. The others will shout in unison, “Maaro Maaro’’ thus taking sadistic pleasure out of the rivalry between the concerned persons. Instead of putting stop the fight people will make fun of that situation also.
Someone will pick up a mobile and three to four persons will crowd around him. A special video treat awaits all of them.
Inside the compartment, there are a few people who know nothing in trains other than picking up a newspaper and reading it from the front page to the end line by line. Some people are busy sleeping.
The rest either discuss politics or films or cricket. Some play cards, while some bring dholaks and sing bhajans in a rhythm that can go several decibels higher and threaten to blow one’s eardrums away.
Earlier, the 1st class ladies compartment connecting with the gents’ compartments used to generate a lot of heat and nasty comments. Even love marriages happened between the blushing girls and the peeping Toms. The Railways put a spanner to all those fun by shutting down all open spaces and broke hearts of many.
Once we alight at the destination, we have to be careful of the speeding dabbawallahs and fishermen shouting “Machchi paani, Macchi paani”.
Several funny incidents do happen, which remain in the memories of the daily travellers for a long time.
The fourth seat in the local train is the most cursed seat. It never makes us sit with our full bottoms but still there is lot of competition for it. And the worst part of the train is that each and every passenger will ask ‘kaha utharna h’ this thing makes me go mad.
The ones who get to sit suddenly sleep as if they are put on a pill and swing to the vibrations of the train in gay abandon while the one who is awake gets frustrated by their acts.
Many a times, to the surprise of those boarding the train, the entire seat including the window happens to be empty which makes them rush to catch the seats only to notice that someone has defecated over there. They just quietly cover their noses and move towards the next compartment.
Whatever may be the case travelling in local trains gives a pleasure which each and everyone must experience. For me this is one of the best experiences since I started travelling.
The fascinating feature of the super dense loaded local trains is that it always offers space to every person, who wants to get inside it. The technique of getting into the trains is learned by every individual as and when he learns travelling.
Once a Mumbaikar manages to put a foot inside the train, he will shout his daily chant “Aage Badho, Aage Badho bhai”. Everyday there is a huge dispute among the ladies compartment.
There are specific stations adjoining a Ganesh temple like Mulund where the group that mans the footboard and lets people in and out of the train chants in unison, “Ganpati Bappa Moraya, Mangal Moorati Moraya, Undir Mama ki Jai, Chatrapati Shivaji Maharaj ki Jai.
Chatrapati Shivaji Maharaj rules over the minds of Mumbaikars to such exaggerated levels that you can find Chatrapati Shivaji Airport, Chatrapati Shivaji Terminus and Chatrapati Shivaji Museum.
Suddenly, someone’s foot will fall over another leading to patent abuses and fist fights. The others will shout in unison, “Maaro Maaro’’ thus taking sadistic pleasure out of the rivalry between the concerned persons. Instead of putting stop the fight people will make fun of that situation also.
Someone will pick up a mobile and three to four persons will crowd around him. A special video treat awaits all of them.
Inside the compartment, there are a few people who know nothing in trains other than picking up a newspaper and reading it from the front page to the end line by line. Some people are busy sleeping.
The rest either discuss politics or films or cricket. Some play cards, while some bring dholaks and sing bhajans in a rhythm that can go several decibels higher and threaten to blow one’s eardrums away.
Earlier, the 1st class ladies compartment connecting with the gents’ compartments used to generate a lot of heat and nasty comments. Even love marriages happened between the blushing girls and the peeping Toms. The Railways put a spanner to all those fun by shutting down all open spaces and broke hearts of many.
Once we alight at the destination, we have to be careful of the speeding dabbawallahs and fishermen shouting “Machchi paani, Macchi paani”.
Several funny incidents do happen, which remain in the memories of the daily travellers for a long time.
The fourth seat in the local train is the most cursed seat. It never makes us sit with our full bottoms but still there is lot of competition for it. And the worst part of the train is that each and every passenger will ask ‘kaha utharna h’ this thing makes me go mad.
The ones who get to sit suddenly sleep as if they are put on a pill and swing to the vibrations of the train in gay abandon while the one who is awake gets frustrated by their acts.
Many a times, to the surprise of those boarding the train, the entire seat including the window happens to be empty which makes them rush to catch the seats only to notice that someone has defecated over there. They just quietly cover their noses and move towards the next compartment.
Whatever may be the case travelling in local trains gives a pleasure which each and everyone must experience. For me this is one of the best experiences since I started travelling.
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