tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7382033.post116903716252534932..comments2024-03-12T03:51:39.525+05:30Comments on Compulsive Confessions: In which we Commute With A Capital CeMhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12716202062654957842noreply@blogger.comBlogger36125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7382033.post-54955264701452642322007-02-08T14:25:00.000+05:302007-02-08T14:25:00.000+05:30have been reading all your train posts to cheer my...have been reading all your train posts to cheer myself up!! Iam so glad I dont have to catch the damn locals anymore!!I hated it... I would wake up and feel this shadow descend on me at the thought of going to work i a local... just discovered your blog and wish I had read you while you were still in Delhi.the mad mommahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14535453643548976883noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7382033.post-1169553740591727132007-01-23T17:32:00.000+05:302007-01-23T17:32:00.000+05:302nd class, fast churchgate to virar, rush hour. ye...2nd class, fast churchgate to virar, rush hour. yeah, its as bad as people say. i did the fast churchgate to virar during non rush hours and it wasn't bad. rush hour was fucking dangerous esp if you wanted to get off at bandra. people could kill for that or just simply not let you off till waaaaaaay after boravilli. Bombay trains didn't get old for me till 3 months into the experience where I felt like I had to spend one more trip with my nose stuck in some else's armpit and my breasts squashed against some else's back and have my arms yanked from my sockets every which where i turned, i would throw up. but, i survived it. hope it doesn't get too old too quickly because then all the fun is sucked out of it.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7382033.post-1169508862888899982007-01-23T05:04:00.000+05:302007-01-23T05:04:00.000+05:30Ohhhh, that is SO tragic, some people have pissed ...Ohhhh, that is SO tragic, some people have pissed off poor dimwitted JAP :( Tragic Tragic Tragic :( How will he write now? Where will his inspiration come from? Where will we go for more bad writing? Oh, wait, we can always come here! YAY :)Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7382033.post-1169442967294995182007-01-22T10:46:00.000+05:302007-01-22T10:46:00.000+05:30eM, wwe really should raise a cheer for big brave ...eM, wwe really should raise a cheer for big brave 'Anonymous' here.<BR/><BR/>Do us a favour, delete this wossisname loser's comments, he's beginning to impede my micturation.<BR/><BR/>J.A.P.J. Alfred Prufrockhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16446127543417759542noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7382033.post-1169435795842350812007-01-22T08:46:00.000+05:302007-01-22T08:46:00.000+05:30This comment has been removed by a blog administrator.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7382033.post-1169375633654957322007-01-21T16:03:00.000+05:302007-01-21T16:03:00.000+05:30We had a long weekend in office... there was some ...We had a long weekend in office... there was some network activity tht needed to be completed before the start of the next week (Monday). So we had worked all thru sat till sunday morning. The work involved crawling into the far dusty corners and climbing on ladders. the clothes were dirty and smelly when we left for home on sunday morning. The network mgr was not allowed to enter the 1st class train compartment because of our appearance. The passengers in the train were talking in English abt us being ticketless passengers. The 1st class quaterly pass had to be shown and we had a short discussion with the TC in English. The whispering passengers were shocked. <BR/>Clothes maketh the man?!! Such a pity that it is true. *Sigh*Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7382033.post-1169324793066430132007-01-21T01:56:00.000+05:302007-01-21T01:56:00.000+05:30actually you've got the story wrong and it still p...actually you've got the story wrong and it still pisses me off when people go to that fucking hell hole called the american diner. first of all it's a freaking diner, who the fuck dresses up for one?!? secondly they refused to serve her when they noticed she was a maid sitting with the family. <BR/><BR/>breathe deep hobo. breathe deep.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7382033.post-1169311095740916312007-01-20T22:08:00.000+05:302007-01-20T22:08:00.000+05:30what a painful story, If you are late for work in...what a painful story, <BR/> If you are late for work in the morning in Bombay, and you can reach the station just as the train is leaving the platform you can run up to the packed compartments and find many hands stretching out to grab you on board, unfolding outwards from the train like petals. As you run alongside the train, you will be picked up and some tiny space will be made for your feet on the edge of the open doorway. The rest is up to you. You will probably have to hang on to the door frame with your fingertips, being careful not to lean out too far lest you get decapitated by a pole placed close to the tracks. But consider what has happened.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7382033.post-1169301055047371562007-01-20T19:20:00.000+05:302007-01-20T19:20:00.000+05:30Every journey in a local train has a story to tell...Every journey in a local train has a story to tell...<BR/>Doesn't matter if you didn't say anything. At least you felt it. And maybe someday you'll be able to tell them off...Zeehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02124938389441103859noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7382033.post-1169295306686388572007-01-20T17:45:00.000+05:302007-01-20T17:45:00.000+05:30who were these women who werent allowed on the tra...who were these women who werent allowed on the train? were they beggar kids? why were'nt they allowed? i believe the screaming is generally reserved for men who dare get on the womens compartmant.Scritchhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10076214799969441827noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7382033.post-1169283205355851592007-01-20T14:23:00.000+05:302007-01-20T14:23:00.000+05:30too lazy to respond to ALL the comments (though i ...too lazy to respond to ALL the comments (though i love them! and thank you!) so today, just the ones that have asked me a question.<BR/><BR/>basically, the objection to those women was that they weren't dressed a certain way (as far as i could tell) that qualified them on being in the first class compartment as opposed to travelling the general class one. it's like that time when the american diner refused to seat a maid because, well, she looked like a maid. i hope this makes it clearer, i realise the story was sort of vague. i just felt pissed off, because there is such a major dividing line between looking a certain way and being treated accordingly. <BR/><BR/>right, onwards.<BR/><BR/>nags: a common friend? who? who?<BR/><BR/><BR/>hobo: no, no, it wasn't important, just long time no see etc. and no mad people of mumbai tour, sadly the pieces is either too lazy or too busy to venture townwards. BUT i have been doing some interesting bookshops. good fun :)<BR/><BR/>dude: thanks, and no, it doesn't take much effort to record randomness, try doing what i do, and compose posts when you're stuck in traffic or waiting for someone, or something. :)<BR/><BR/>anon-the-last: please to be fucking off.<BR/><BR/>(i really don't get these anon commenters who heap abuse on you on your own blog. what do they get out of it? pleasure? vindication? hmph.)eMhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12716202062654957842noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7382033.post-1169251080512270902007-01-20T05:28:00.000+05:302007-01-20T05:28:00.000+05:30i never use question marks do i. :)echo bricks' an...i never use question marks do i. :)<BR/><BR/>echo bricks' and iz's sentiments. why did they want those women off their compartment? beggars? buskers? elaborate no.<BR/><BR/>and sorry for having abandoned you on msn. i hate using that medium these days. unless of course you have crisis in which case we coordinate a time. but if ever you wanna talk, skype or mail me.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7382033.post-1169250731361755662007-01-20T05:22:00.000+05:302007-01-20T05:22:00.000+05:30i know this going to sound totally 'ramu samose mi...i know this going to sound totally 'ramu samose mien organic aloo hai kya' but is there a railway network map of mumbai. thing is whenever i've been there i;e always insisted on traveling by the local coz it's just so much more fun. however for the life of me i still haven't figured out how do people know which stations are where. here you get a tube map and helpful staff and everything! one thing that did impress me were the ticket offices, so methodical. even at victoria station. dilli mien aisi sabhyata dikhne ka chance kum hai. <BR/><BR/>how about a post on street food. or the kooks who roam the streets. the mad people of mumbai as my friennds called that tour. we went from one little spot to another taking in all the touristy sites but also such things as the hunchback lady who cleans the mosque that lies smack bang in the middle of a busy intersection everyday. and the mad chap near flora fountain who bless his soul paces up and down the street in gradually increasing steps. i forget what was so special about the specific mad character we were observing at gateway. <BR/><BR/>one must do is go atop jehangir art gallery and smoke a j j after having walked all over town. very fulfilling. :)Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7382033.post-1169242505179612452007-01-20T03:05:00.000+05:302007-01-20T03:05:00.000+05:30oh good, more migrant delhi rats jumping into our ...oh good, more migrant delhi rats jumping into our fascinating city after claiming to love their own.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7382033.post-1169199764453943892007-01-19T15:12:00.000+05:302007-01-19T15:12:00.000+05:30eM, what can i say, i love reading your blog for p...eM, what can i say, i love reading your blog for posts just like this one!<BR/><BR/>even though ive been bloggin for a while now, i can never write the day to day randomness that you do with such ease, always one of the more fun parts of the day i check out the blog circuit..<BR/><BR/>im glad ur enjoyin mumbai so much, my xtra tall cuz would be most heartened to hear such praise of his beloved city!<BR/><BR/>cheers..Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7382033.post-1169128772064105242007-01-18T19:29:00.000+05:302007-01-18T19:29:00.000+05:30@iz, @greek goddess: I do not understand either.@iz, @greek goddess: I do not understand either.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7382033.post-1169127843697892552007-01-18T19:14:00.000+05:302007-01-18T19:14:00.000+05:30so what was up with the two young women? why did t...so what was up with the two young women? why did the "large woman" find them so offensive?<BR/><BR/>Im really into your story, as u can obviously tell.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7382033.post-1169127689739147762007-01-18T19:11:00.000+05:302007-01-18T19:11:00.000+05:30Nice post...Glad to see that you are settling in.....Nice post...Glad to see that you are settling in... :)Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7382033.post-1169123080145002172007-01-18T17:54:00.000+05:302007-01-18T17:54:00.000+05:30Its sooo cool to see Bombay from somebody else's e...Its sooo cool to see Bombay from somebody else's eyes.Especially if that somebody is as eloquent and as good a raconteur as you are. <BR/><BR/>The trains will grow on you.Oh!N so will the city.You won't realize when you'll find yourself cozying up to it and begin to consider yourself a mumbaiite.<BR/><BR/>PS: ya Ghetto is cool.The advertising n media fraternity's 'sasta-sundar-tikaoo' hangout.Mystic Bardhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05418532544254967520noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7382033.post-1169116870823624392007-01-18T16:11:00.000+05:302007-01-18T16:11:00.000+05:30iz: You gotta be a Mumbai Rail commuter to know th...iz: You gotta be a Mumbai Rail commuter to know that.<BR/><BR/>eM: Welcome to the madness of my city. I have to hand it to you for daring to brave the Mumbai local so soon into your Mumbai experience. Hope they don't put you off though.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7382033.post-1169114128522092572007-01-18T15:25:00.000+05:302007-01-18T15:25:00.000+05:30I don't get it. Why would anyone want two women an...I don't get it. Why would anyone want two women and their children to get off a ladies' compartment? Were they beggars?Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7382033.post-1169111829566597602007-01-18T14:47:00.000+05:302007-01-18T14:47:00.000+05:30I actually don't mind the trains - they're quick a...I actually don't mind the trains - they're quick and pollution reduced travel. And first class is NOT bad at all. You ARE a wuss.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7382033.post-1169111807152054322007-01-18T14:46:00.000+05:302007-01-18T14:46:00.000+05:30You already have traveled in Virar fast at peak ho...You already have traveled in Virar fast at peak hours?!!! whoaaa.<BR/><BR/>@Amit: nice extract. makes for a good representation of an ad for spirit of mumbai.<BR/><BR/>@nags: 'mal' in bambaiyya slang means 'goods' and is used for a girl as well. There is a ladies special train betwn churchgate and virar whr all compartments are for ladies only. it is nicked - 'maal-gaadi'. Perhaps u can use 'mallu' aka (in bambaiyya) 'malabari'.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7382033.post-1169110877164135572007-01-18T14:31:00.000+05:302007-01-18T14:31:00.000+05:30Hmmm...But I still feel commuting in Mumbai is muc...Hmmm...<BR/><BR/>But I still feel commuting in Mumbai is much better than what we face here in Bangalore.<BR/><BR/>I might be looking towards the time you spend in covering a certain distance, availability of all means of transport, temprament of an average auto-wala or safety when you are returning back to home late night. Don't have experince with Delhi that much.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7382033.post-1169099990254350452007-01-18T11:29:00.000+05:302007-01-18T11:29:00.000+05:30look around yourself, you jusy don't have to trave...look around yourself, you jusy don't have to travel into the train, fast or slow. Look beyond the obvious, conscience hits you everywhere. zindagi ek humari hi nahin!!Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com