Cattle Class

The bus was crawling like a snail..It was dipping , bouncing and arm-twisting with the mud muscles of the uneven road ..Sitting in the penultimate seat made me nervous..RFAK screaming “Aaaj Din Chadiya” over my iPods buds..It’s the last pit-stop rather pit-crawl before reaching the office building ..The driver maneuvering the metal box with all his expertise before halting to a stand still.OMG. Here comes the herd. All the Yam raj’s animal. Poor driver had to stand on the breaks to avoid collision. Thank god all the Holy animals are being guided by their master. Somebody said in my ears..Welcome to the notorious cattle class of glorified by Tharoor. The first thing came to my mind is how would it to be to make non Indian clients face similar situation..The ruthless ex-marine Test Lead of our team should be driven to Hinjewadi to be blocked by Holy Buffalos . I called up Sallu (my partner-in-crime while we were in US) and what he told made tears wet my lashes..His wilder thoughts were crossing boundaries. He says these guys should face the chasing of a stray dog while driving through the Hinjewadi Gaav ,and the rush in a shared auto, pedestrian running across highways, long lines for lunch and many more; not the cool Scorpio travel fleeting 90mph to halt in front of some smiling saree clad ladies , five star hotels , Mumbai-Pune highway and airports only .Khaair Chodo..Thoughts are like a wandering soul..Never knows when it rest. Here I am .Was it good back there across the ocean?. I don’t think so. Here there won’t be anyone to stare us at if we rush in a pub at night.. There won’t be the sharp arrows which will be thrown to you as questions like “Do ppl watch TV in ur country?” “Do ppl know what a computer is over there?” “Is there a slum everywhere?” . Nobody will laugh at your back saying these guys are not only geeks but also weak and raise their fingers calling u b**dy Indians. Thank god I am back .Sun is tickling the winter damsel. The air was mix of fog and dust; but I still felt the freshness of freedom.. Here I am in cattle class. I am in India…..
”Saare Jahan Se Achaa..Hindusitan Hamara. Hum Bulbule he iski Yeh Gulsitan Hamara”.