Thane Vashi Train @ 08.40 a.m.

We live in a city that is ruled by Railways. Our time is not in hours. Its in minutes. We are all on a constant run for life. And in this run we have our life-lines, the railways, ready no matter what.
I am a regular commuter of the morning 8.40 THANE-VASHI train. M gonna post the pic of tht trn soon. But till then. Lemme just introduce it to it.

Here is how it goes -

And here starts the challenge again,
Every morning when 8.40 halts @ Thane station,
This thought passes through me,
I recite Gayatri Mantra thrice,
as soon as I see the train approaching from a distance,
And then I put all my belongings in my bag, including my life,
Pack ‘em up to ensure that nothing is lost,
N then the whistle shouts out loud,
On your marks, Get set go..
I close my eyes n m shoved off,
in the empty 2nd class compartment of the local trn,
N thn starts the game, musical chair, except for the fact that the music here is ear-splitting noise of the train roaring, threatening the boarders that if they dnt behave now, it might not wait for the rest of the lot,
Nothing bothers the mob, n in the next 5 secs there’s no space to keep a nail of the small finger of the foot, life’s become so tiny and yet so big,
Its unfathomable, immovable, firm, sturdy, strong, roaring to live, to survive, to enjoy n to rejoice.
I sit in a posn which isn’t doing any good to me or the women sitting next to me,
M trying to read things out frm the newspaper,
N thn starts the stink of the sweat & the shit,
But Mumbai isn’t a city that cribs, it smells fragrance amidst the shit,
Of roses & jasmines & perfumes & talcums,
U see a beggar in the trn, a small kid of 4 maybe asking for food,
U r overcome with a feeling of asking the toddler’s mother to educate him,
But the next moment u see another swarm of people squeezing in the already full compartment,
My nails ache now, m trying hard to concentrate on the tiny fonts of the newspaper,
N there comes an old lady squeezed to almost half her size by the crowd,
I wanna stand up n make place for her,
But luk @ the desperation,
Can’t stand up, m packed, I dnt hve place to move my hair,
I feel sorry, I feel like slapping the old woman’s son for letting her go through all this,
I feel like holding her legs n asking for forgiveness for all the misdeeds that we as youngsters are doing,
I feel pity on myself for being so self-centered,
I see a lady in front of me throwing a chips wrapper out of the window,
I almost scream @ her for the act, I tell her that if tomorrow this small stream turns into a beast n floods ur house n drowns ur child, remember you are responsible, not just for screwing ur child’s life but millions like us,
N she looks @ me aghast, not knowing wht to say n how to react, not looking @ me for the nxt 20 mins till the end of the journey,
I look outside @ the huts n I keep staring @ them, n then I see a child sneering @ me, I m nt sure why exactly,
But tht child makes me smile, amidst the chaos,
I wonder if this chintu can smile without evn enuf clothes on,
I am fully clothed, sheltered, nurtured, protected..
Y do I find it so difficult to smile?
Thts becoz life throws such questions @ u sometimes n whn u dnt knw the answers u tend to forget the smaller joys,
N thn all you do is crib,
N thn I smile @ myself, I dnt want any answers, I knw I’ll get thm if I leave the questions on their own for sometime.
N thts wht I do,
I get dwn @ Sanpada n thn @ Belapur smiling n satisfied with the way the day started,
Praying to God to gimme strength to channel @least one mind my way…..

Anushree H. K.

Oops!! I've been absent for a long time... :(

Hey Guys..

All you there!! I know I have been absent for a long time now & I know thts pathetic. How can some1 be away from her own blog for as long as an year!!

Anyway.. Here's a new year and a fresh start with brand new resolutions.

I am gonna start blogging again and will try to post something every alternate day.

For the first day after almost a year,

Munch on this,
This is something I made recently. I wished I could set a tune for this one. I want to really make this a full fledged song.

This song is for all you guys n gals out there who wish to be left alone (almost everytime to want the world bak).. :)

Lemme live my life my own way,
Don’t fuss about, Dnt temme what to do and when to do and how to do and why to do,
Don’t mess with me, don’t come my way,
Lemme do it my own way coz m a bird n I wanna fly n I wanna scream and I wanna love and I wanna dream n I wanna stay alive and then survive in my own way…

Lemme just a breathe a lil, Lemme own myself awhile,
Lemme dance to my tunes, Lemme cry and then agn give a try…
Coz I am not ready to get smothered this way n m not ready to be bothered this way
With your hopes and dreams, with your world and life,
And I am not ready to take it the way you want me to.
I am not a mat and I am not a rat and I am not a slave and I am not a brat.
I am just a girl and I am just so human and I wanna fly and breathe a lil.
I just wanna drown in the sun so bright, in the wild light and in the pale moonlight,
Lemme just bring some life to my life so dry, lemme just drink my passion,

Lemme just fly so high and Lemme just lemme try and lemme just give some love to me.
Lemme just dream a dream and lemme just sing a song n lemme just dance a dance, just lemme free…..(2)

So far I have done what you wanted me to, I have cried but you never saw,
I have hurt myself but you weren’t bothered, I have broken in front of you but you never thought,
It was fine for you as long as I was doing what you wanted me to.
It was fine for you coz I am not you.
I’ve been thrown away and I’ve been torn apart and I’ve been throttled and murdered numerous times.
I’ve lost a lot and I’ve forgotten things and I’ve given up again, numerous times.
But I keep living and I keep giving but you never saw.
Your eyes r closed, and they’re so, so far, you cnt see me anymre getting torn apart.
What am I, Who am I, Why am I, How am I?
There is no, no answer for anything, anytime.
I live here with my fears, with my broken dreams and my shattered heart.
I am trying to mend my mind, And I am trying to mend my life,
I am trying to get back the art, I am trying to get back the voice,
I am trying to love me.

So now,
Lemme just fly so high and Lemme just lemme try and lemme just give some love to me.
Lemme just dream a dream and lemme just sing a song n lemme just dance a dance, just lemme free…..(2)