nmalik121
June 22nd, 2007, 03:34 PM
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:)DTC/Blue-Line Blues:)
I had heard a lot about the reputation (or the lack of it) of Delhi’s public transport. Sachin and Prashant had slippers and I had normal chappals. One Haryanvai/Rajasthani woman having ghoonghat drawn till her toes with, I guess, her husband, was waiting at the bus stop. Few girls from near-by residential area too were waiting for the bus.
Within few minutes, a DTC bus came. Its main board was scribbled with a poor chalk in clumsy writing read “106-Ajadpur Depot.” The bus stopped minimum ten steps far from the exact bus stop. All the passengers ran towards the heavily crowded bus.
Somehow three of us too got on the bus. Sachin went to the conductor for tickets.
“Kit ki doon? (Which place you want ticket for?),” screamed the conductor in his typical Jat accent. And, to be fair, for him, it was the polite tone. Sachin felt bit ruffled with his tone for a moment.
“Three tickets for Ajadpur Depot,” Sachin offered fifty rupees note regaining his composure.
The problem is that the most of Jats speak their local language even while dealing with peoples from other culture. In fact, simple, straight Hindi can do much-much better.
No doubt that the Delhiwallahs are considered very aggressive in nature. A lot of credit for this aggressiveness goes to Jats, since a majority of Jat community is working for Delhi Police and Delhi transport in DTCs and Blue-line buses, two fields directly connected to the daily lives of common people of Delhi.
As I inched my way forward, I noticed a lady in her forties, with two bags and casting longing glances at the ‘Ladies’ seat’ in front of her, occupied by a brawny man and an overweight teenager.
Few girls who boarded the bus with us were ahead of us. One of them requested the heavily built man “Please get up…it is a lady seat.”
The Man didn’t responded at all. And the overweight teenager immediately found something very interesting outside the window to avoid any kind of eye-contact or verbal one.
“Excuse me…this is a lady-seat, so please get up,” the girl repeated herself again in polite but firm tone, this time bit loudly too, attracting other people’s attention.
“Where it is written that it’s a ‘Lady-seat’?” the burly man shot back rudely with his strange question.
Everyone looked at him with shocking expression as if he was going to play striptease in the middle of the bus right then.
“Areee…can’t you see?” the shocked girl pointed towards the upper part of the bus roof, where it clearly read: Mahilayen.
“It’s written there, so you go and sit there only,” the burly man murmured and laughed shamelessly at his own PJ.
Now that was the limit. Enough was enough.
“Bat karne ki tameez nahi hai…Shameless people…sitting on the ladies seat...Jaane kahan-kahan se Delhi me aa jate hain….blah..Blah…blah,” all the ladies standing and sitting around came heavily on both of them like bullets from encounter specialists’ pistols and gave their peace of mind quite well.
After going through literal insult almost from every nook and corner, both intruders had to leave the seat. The lady in her forties and another girl sat on the vacated seat.
Though all DTC/Blue-line buses have seats earmarked for ladies, most men lack the decency to vacate seats for women. It's no exaggeration to say that almost every female commuter in Delhi must have some bad experience to share.
I was just trying to have an outside view from the window. The bus engine and its intense horn was a big nuance to my ears. Suddenly, I heard a girl shouting at the top of her voice and almost clutching a man by his collar.
The man, in his late thirties, with heavy beard on his face, having some clumsy cloths on his body, seemed one of among the large unemployed north-Indian population. Delhi has more than its fair share of attractive and fair complexioned women traveling in buses than any of the Indian metros so these kind of incidents were common.
“What are you doing, why are you touching my back again and again?” The girl fumed.
“It is so crowded, what can I do?” the man too retorted.
Standing behind her, the guy was supposedly shoving his back onto the lady’s.
“Ghar me Maa-Bhean nahi hai kya…sharam nahi aati apni beti ki umar ki ladki ko chedte hue…I would give you a tight slap on your face you @#$%^&*....these kinds of people should be hanged on the road!” the girl was not in the mood of sparing the culprit easily.
“I…didn’t do anything,” the man began stammering in his voice.
Though, the bus was so crowded, this could have possible unintentionally too, however, lady was quite sharp in her reaction. Even before anyone else could have intervened, she slapped him really freaking hard twice.
For obvious reasons, the most of people had sympathy with the girl. An eight-year child started clapping and laughing loudly as she hit the man on his face. The child’s mother held his hands tightly and scolded him for his reactions, “Son, don’t do this, sit quietly.” The child was struggling to free his hands.
The people were enjoying the entire drama since hardly any girl/woman shows the courage to speak up so openly in a crowded unfriendly place such as a bus.
:)DTC/Blue-Line Blues:)
I had heard a lot about the reputation (or the lack of it) of Delhi’s public transport. Sachin and Prashant had slippers and I had normal chappals. One Haryanvai/Rajasthani woman having ghoonghat drawn till her toes with, I guess, her husband, was waiting at the bus stop. Few girls from near-by residential area too were waiting for the bus.
Within few minutes, a DTC bus came. Its main board was scribbled with a poor chalk in clumsy writing read “106-Ajadpur Depot.” The bus stopped minimum ten steps far from the exact bus stop. All the passengers ran towards the heavily crowded bus.
Somehow three of us too got on the bus. Sachin went to the conductor for tickets.
“Kit ki doon? (Which place you want ticket for?),” screamed the conductor in his typical Jat accent. And, to be fair, for him, it was the polite tone. Sachin felt bit ruffled with his tone for a moment.
“Three tickets for Ajadpur Depot,” Sachin offered fifty rupees note regaining his composure.
The problem is that the most of Jats speak their local language even while dealing with peoples from other culture. In fact, simple, straight Hindi can do much-much better.
No doubt that the Delhiwallahs are considered very aggressive in nature. A lot of credit for this aggressiveness goes to Jats, since a majority of Jat community is working for Delhi Police and Delhi transport in DTCs and Blue-line buses, two fields directly connected to the daily lives of common people of Delhi.
As I inched my way forward, I noticed a lady in her forties, with two bags and casting longing glances at the ‘Ladies’ seat’ in front of her, occupied by a brawny man and an overweight teenager.
Few girls who boarded the bus with us were ahead of us. One of them requested the heavily built man “Please get up…it is a lady seat.”
The Man didn’t responded at all. And the overweight teenager immediately found something very interesting outside the window to avoid any kind of eye-contact or verbal one.
“Excuse me…this is a lady-seat, so please get up,” the girl repeated herself again in polite but firm tone, this time bit loudly too, attracting other people’s attention.
“Where it is written that it’s a ‘Lady-seat’?” the burly man shot back rudely with his strange question.
Everyone looked at him with shocking expression as if he was going to play striptease in the middle of the bus right then.
“Areee…can’t you see?” the shocked girl pointed towards the upper part of the bus roof, where it clearly read: Mahilayen.
“It’s written there, so you go and sit there only,” the burly man murmured and laughed shamelessly at his own PJ.
Now that was the limit. Enough was enough.
“Bat karne ki tameez nahi hai…Shameless people…sitting on the ladies seat...Jaane kahan-kahan se Delhi me aa jate hain….blah..Blah…blah,” all the ladies standing and sitting around came heavily on both of them like bullets from encounter specialists’ pistols and gave their peace of mind quite well.
After going through literal insult almost from every nook and corner, both intruders had to leave the seat. The lady in her forties and another girl sat on the vacated seat.
Though all DTC/Blue-line buses have seats earmarked for ladies, most men lack the decency to vacate seats for women. It's no exaggeration to say that almost every female commuter in Delhi must have some bad experience to share.
I was just trying to have an outside view from the window. The bus engine and its intense horn was a big nuance to my ears. Suddenly, I heard a girl shouting at the top of her voice and almost clutching a man by his collar.
The man, in his late thirties, with heavy beard on his face, having some clumsy cloths on his body, seemed one of among the large unemployed north-Indian population. Delhi has more than its fair share of attractive and fair complexioned women traveling in buses than any of the Indian metros so these kind of incidents were common.
“What are you doing, why are you touching my back again and again?” The girl fumed.
“It is so crowded, what can I do?” the man too retorted.
Standing behind her, the guy was supposedly shoving his back onto the lady’s.
“Ghar me Maa-Bhean nahi hai kya…sharam nahi aati apni beti ki umar ki ladki ko chedte hue…I would give you a tight slap on your face you @#$%^&*....these kinds of people should be hanged on the road!” the girl was not in the mood of sparing the culprit easily.
“I…didn’t do anything,” the man began stammering in his voice.
Though, the bus was so crowded, this could have possible unintentionally too, however, lady was quite sharp in her reaction. Even before anyone else could have intervened, she slapped him really freaking hard twice.
For obvious reasons, the most of people had sympathy with the girl. An eight-year child started clapping and laughing loudly as she hit the man on his face. The child’s mother held his hands tightly and scolded him for his reactions, “Son, don’t do this, sit quietly.” The child was struggling to free his hands.
The people were enjoying the entire drama since hardly any girl/woman shows the courage to speak up so openly in a crowded unfriendly place such as a bus.