a tribute to our public transport....
Our public transport is probably the last system one would pay tribute to, but i am inclined to do so as i see it as a microcosm of what we are. As a dispassionate observer,one gets to see a variety of emotions displayed in every journey.It is these things that make living in this country such a wonderful experience.Sanity in mayhem is what one gets to see here.If it weren't for these we would be just another country.Sample this - A lazy journey in the electric train from Tambaram to Chengalpet. No seats available , sat on the floor.A group of men singing old MGR and Sivaji tunes.A young window dishing out her life story without any intention of inviting pity.Me thanking the Indian Railways for providing the canvas on which such scenes could be painted. I wish i were a painter. Just wondered how it would have looked from outside, me being part of the canvas. The train sirened its intention to ease itself at the Chengelpet station.Parted ways .Life is indeed beautiful.