Graffic Tales

So today the trains were super late and super duper crowded. Left two trains myself. I just did not want to get pasted. The indicator at nerul station read 9:53 CST ( apparently it was 9:03 already on my watch). So I got into the third train which had started from belapur so it was empty. I got place to stand peacefully. Since the trains were late there was a slight confusion whether the train was for vadala or CST. I can read quite well so yes the train was for CST. Yet these females were pretty adamant that it was a vadala train. They were least bothered. They eventually had to get off at vadala. Just because these women were adamant about their so called instincts, the other females got off buying what these women had said. The conversation did not end, it went on and on and on. Time passed, the train had crossed Vadala. So the bickering females got off. Thus ending their 30 minutes odd conversation. If only the other females had to stick to their instincts, they would h

Hilarious yet frustrating moments in a Mumbai local. Was glad I got into an empty train, for a change. Found a place to rest my Ass. Wasn't bothered to look around. (When your exhausted you really don't care about what's going around). Just then, I had this sudden urge to scratch my butt. Since it was an empty train, I really didn't care. I just happened to look down and what did I find? BUGS. So that's when I took a leap of faith (from my current seat to the one in front of me). Nobody sat on that seat after that. Looked like these bugs were breeding in captivity. Sigh. We crib, but nothing really changes. So pointless. What happens next? Kurla it is. So you have a multitude getting into the train. Apparently, they were glad that there's an empty seat. I wanted to warn them but just thought of fooling around (I was looking forward to some entertainment). Had a gala time watching those women jump around and make faces (Ewwws. Yucks. Continued).