In the peak hours
of the morning
Church gate railway station is
a reservoir in spate.
Commuters from all walks of life
get down at the station
and are in a hurry
to flow like water
to the outside world.
For the convenience of the commuters
in other words for
the out flowing commuters
there are three exits
left, right and centre.
Ticket examiners in black and white
reminding one of penguins of Antartica
with their sharp piercing eyes
can be seen at three exits
for nabbing the ticket less commuters
and forcing them to remit the charges with fines
failing which they are brought to justice.
An oracle’s melodious
voice can be heard
from somewhere upstairs
informing the commuters
of the timing of arrival and departure
of local trains.
Indicators exhibiting times and destinations
continue to glimmer in yellow lights all through the day.
That which baffles always me
is the undue hurry of the
commuters hailing from various suburbs
rush into the compartments risking their lives
and rush out of the trains
at their destination points
walking and running to their workplaces
while agreeing to the fact that
the city is overcrowded
what benefits each of them
to walk or run all through the way
to reach their working places?
Seems like the citizens of the suburbs
are unnecessarily creating chaos
by rushing to their destinations.