Mind the Gap

I love travelling by the Metro. I know Bangalore's Metro isn't as tentacled as Delhi's or as old as the tube (of London) - but by god, I adore the Metro. And this isn't even due to its ridiculous affordability. Stepping inside, you can almost taste the bustle of people hopping from home to work. When i see men and women frowning at their watches and tapping their feet - I can't help but feel alive. This is my life, this is my youth, this is now. They'll be a day when I won't be able to stand or feel the need to use the metro, or be time-pressed - but that day is not today.

Watching Bangalore pass you by, the shopping district of MG Road. The lego houses of Halasuru squished against each other followed by tall glass buildings of Indiranagar - there's nothing like it. A splash of Bangalore for those who can keep their eyes open.

When I'm feeling playful I even jostle for the occasional seat. Social dictum [and pesky metro rules] dictate that one gives up their seat for the old, pregnant and disabled. But sometimes, if someone needs it a bit more - say, a middle-aged man whose got a frown for days - let him sit I say. Where else would you see all of society crammed into such a tight space anyway thse days?

Now, I know the Metro isn't as exalted as much as trains, which have their novels and aficionados, but I think they've deserve a scrap of adulation. Maybe I'll conjure something up to fill the void like Simon Peterson did with 'The Great Bear' (1992 & pictured above).