This is a blog which I am posting retrospectively I have been travelling extensively to the middle east and some parts of China, Thailand and other places in Asia.
It was during one of the visits back home in Mumbai that I happened to be travelling to one of my friends house. I decided to use the public transport system which I usually do abroad. The trains and buses were not as polished and clean as I have seen abroad. The desi eateries on the road side here were not hygienic as compared to the small eateries or road side hawkers abroad where the cheapest of the hawkers or eateries offer a not so environment friendly means for maintaining hygiene i.e. they provide disposable plastic hand gloves.
My mind was in a mode which was drawing parallels with everything I saw and noticed here the infrastructure, the overall cleanliness and other factors which contribute to the aesthetics of a place, as the day wore on I was dealing with thoughts and situations which were either similes or metaphors but one thing was sure my mind rife with comparisons.
But all through these judgmental thoughts I was missing some thing …..I kept scratching my head but there was something major I had missed out ……as I got into the 5.30 pm train from Dadar to Thane. The setting sun was casting an orange color to the blushing sky totally oblivious to the nudge and push which I was experiencing in the home bound train to the suburbs and my mind was also at peace in the cosmopolitan crowd which I seldom felt abroad.
Believe it or not 70% of the countries abroad are racist and make bad gestures at the coloured people if any one disputes me they are lying. As my travel progressed in the crowded train ,a young hefty turk nudged me out of his way as he had to prepare himself to get down. But being in mood which was peaceful I just moved aside without a protest. After a while I felt a heavy hand on my shoulder and as I turned around I was looking straight into the face of the same hefty guy but his eyes were kind as he asked me did you feel bad I pushed you…. He then clarified that this is a train and every thing is fair in love, war and local train. The next moment the station arrived and I lost this man in the sea of human beings all crawling back home but not before I realized that the peace I was experiencing was because of the acceptance levels of people in our desi cities which is more beautiful and a notch above all the aesthetics.
By blogger Jags