One of the first things that came to my notice when I started using the Metro regularly was that there were always people in the station or just outside who were waiting for someone. In the past 3-4 years, since I have been travelling in metro, this phenomenon has not changed even a bit. It has however escalated if my eyes are right. This escalation could be because of the increased number of passengers in the Delhi metro or simply because Delhi people love to wait!
Even in the fast paced Delhi life which popularly ‘doesn’t wait for anybody’ the people of Delhi are more than willing to wait. They have the patience of saints and I say this because I don’t or I didn’t. Delhi metro has been more than required training in patience that I ever needed in life.
Now when I try to remember a particular someone who I know was waiting, in vain or not I can’t be sure of, no one in particular comes to mind. There are just so many people that I witness everyday with earphones plugged, sitting in a corner, listening to music or playing games or chatting/talking to friends, not looking up when the metro arrives, knowing that they have to wait no matter what, that it becomes difficult to pin point one person. I am sure that you can identify with atleast one of the people I mentioned above. We have all waited in metro for someone sometime, I can be 100% sure of that.
So what is the big deal about waiting that I mentioned it? I am going to be a little sentimental here but I believe it shows human strength to some degree. We have faith when we wait; faith in the fact that the person we wait for will show up. Not to say that many of us haven’t been disappointed but we still wait don’t we? We have patience for our friends or our families or even at times friends of friends and acquaintances. The reasoning is a little mushy, believe me I know, but it’s completely logical. The happiness, even though brief because of the anger of waiting, is worth it don’t you think?
When I am waiting beside a fellow ‘waiter’? I try and keep track of when their wait finally ends. You get to see the eyes lighting up, a smile on their face as they recognize their someone in the sea of people. This happiness might turn into irritation or anger soon enough but that one moment is precious for me. So the next time you are waiting, along with the many others, try noticing these little things. If nothing they do prove to be sufficient to make the waiting time less boring. But be sure that you do not stare outrightly because that is just ‘stalker-ish’.
Will try to get the next part up sooner than later.
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