Sunday, October 03, 2010

The Subway

Walking towards my college
I get into the subway mode
That starts from the station 
And reaches me across the road.

A sweeper moves across the stair,
A new hoarding is hanging up above 
They thought I wouldn’t escape it, 
Reading Ads where I shouldn’t care. 

I walk further down the subway 
It’s got a ceiling far too low
Makes me aware of my own height 
I continue to walk..I heave a sigh! 

I see some foreigners in ethnic dresses 
Searching, following, exploring faces,    
The fad for jholas slung across the shoulders 
Mismatch in time, culture and spaces. 

Then the smell of idlis-sambhar and dosas 
out-of-nowhere it gets into your head, 
With oil and batter they make samosas, 
to be had with paav-the Indian bread. 

Love it or hate it You can’t ignore it 
This subway has it all.
a common man's wonder mall. 
It serves you with some quick fixes, 
Chargers, ties , pen drives, Bata boots and umbrellas... 
If you need something urgent, you can buy it here 
Don’t you forget to bargain with those fellas! 

In evening when the waves turn around 
It gets a little crazier than this 
They want you take home 
fancy stuff for your kids: 
Mosquito bats, electronic toys 
lights, sounds and everything! 
 
It’s a miniature of how this city Mumbai works, 
Keep moving and pay for time. 
Distance  
is always measured in minutes.
We lose some we gain some, 
but to give up is just not fine.

6 comments:

Ninad said...

nice observation aaabbbuuuu

aob said...

Very well written!

PS:I believe U meant butter, and u wrote batter in one of the lines.

pooja said...

Awesome..!!:)

Abha said...

@ninu-thanks
@aob- yeah it was supposed to be butter..but lets not change it. :P
thanksss pooja !! :)

PC said...

You are always such a great read Abhs...honest and original...n i love the things that you write about :)

Abha said...

thanks:)