Tuesday, May 29, 2007

mumbai local...

The observant and the discerning would know when the glass cracks, the fissures beeline through the weakest path. I would argue emotions which inflict our heart follow the same conduct. More so they find the weakest link in our chain of endurance and debilitate our self assurance.

The fortunate ones who have had the opportunity to come in intimate contact with the Mumbai local would deduce with me that besides being physically exhausting, the experience induces emotional objectivity, for there is no weakest link, or even if there is it is so dynamic that to locate it with precision is next to impossible. This might sound like an abstruse theory to placate the intellectually starved, but it isn’t; as almost a million participate in similar ordeals everyday, and they would easily validate my hypothesis.

Imagine yourself still in the uterus, with all your faculties developed to identify and discriminate the planetary odors and gestures. Now distort the setting to share the space with four thousand sweating bastards, each trying to be the first to be alighted. Now understand the connections, the strand which provides the context its emotional brilliance. Every bastard has a family to celebrate his homecoming. The big momma loves all.

With the bodies congealing to form a putrid mass which is expelled at every station, we have on our hands an orgy every time the emotion overflows. However the emotion never follows a definite path as there is only one path and that leads ‘home’, the final link in the chain, independent and infallible.

1 comment:

Posterori said...

Interesting... I've seen local trains being compared to a machine, a beast, a clock that doesnt run down... but never this... not an amorphous mass thats throbbing and heartless...