After almost 14 years finally my school life has ended. And it has made me a woman enough to face the real world(ironical for I feel I'm still not ready for it) This august 2008 I began my college not very happy since I had different plans for myself but I was ready to move on(how superfical).
Since then its been 8 months and life life has been a accepted struggle...More than college I spent time in auto just going to college and coming back. Its just me and that small dingy auto and the driver and everyday I have to share it with others who hire the auto just like me (bliss of being born in a middle class family) My life is about how unwillingly I have to date that auto driver and ladies and not so gentlemen rugged guys. Dust and pollution accompany me wherever I go and like a mum spectator I sit in one corner and see the world around me moving...That 25 minutes of journey everyday is the most integral part of my life.
I see a lot and hear alot I observe how people work to make a living rikshaw pullers, buses a total hustle bustle. The whole picture was unbearable when I saw a young women poverty stricken ill clad was feeding a mal nourished children on the road side. It hurts me to see the plight of children who are supposedly said to be as the future of India. At every forway people get off and get on the auto from dismayed labourers to young men with CV's in hand and dreams in eyes sit beside me only to find a job in this recession stricken nation. The most striking feature is that how willing we are ready to share our space with a stranger. All sit quite, not bothered about each other the destination is the sole aim.
I see slew of cars and bikes past by my auto(its not the possession of auto I'm talking about) and how a newly wed couple on the same auto looks at it the eyes show the inpisration and aspiration to have it. I see a dream in their eyes a desire to possess a better future which (thanks to globalization and our consumeristic nature) comes from all the materialistic stuff in the world.
My collegues or fellowmen( the people who share auto with me) come in various moods I see joy, love , hatred, rejection, acceptance, dejection. All of it the ride is a whirlpool of emotions. Its all about pace and how our lives are connected to them.
"AND YOU PEOPLE TALK ABOUT LIFE IN A METRO"