Life in a Metro
The other day while I was in the toilet, I did some quick maths and figured out that I spend 270 hours a year on an average in the metro. As I have nothing else to do but to wait for my stop to come, often I observe the fellow commuters. Where for the most part, I share my journey with people who are confined to themselves as if they have been sentenced to a solitary confinement or a high school couple who are completely oblivious of the fact that there are also other people surrounding them and think the metro to be the best place on the earth to make out and to prove their commitment towards each other; I often encounter some very peculiar people. - The Vibrating Dude : He always makes a grand entrance with a smirk on his face. The bloke should be easily in his 40s if not in the 50s. Every time I see him, I find him with the same attire; a cap placed at 45° angle, a Redskins jacket, an Aeropostale Tshirt, a Kaporal jeans, a Redskins shoes and a handbag which looks like a music ...