Ok....4 months and some odd days, 2 complaints and a friend discovering my blog... I am back here again. Its been a ride of a life since my last blog with so many things happening - one me getting rid of my financial debts - woohooo!
Enough of all the nice things when this happens to be my best venting sources so I'll get right back to doing what I do best -------- whinging (pronounced win-jing)!!!
With the rate of inflation going sky high all thanks to the rising petrol prices and the interest rates hikes do I need to look somewhere else to start complaining? Well yes. This may be indirectly related to the rising petrol prices, maybe, but my pet peeve at the moment is Public Transport!
Catching that train to and from work has become a sort of an assignment in itself these days, with a lot of planning going in as to which train to pick so you can actually get into a scrum with the group of people waiting on the platform and push the people already in the train to the oblivion. Now when we are in a situation where there are lots of people and too less a space we don't compare it to a "can of sardines", God No, the sardines have it too easy compared to us poor souls, we now use the term "Train Ride" for these thank God I am tall or I would be sniffing your armpit moment (if you are tall otherwise you know where you stand.....and err smell).
Now I know if you live in Mumbai or Tokyo (yeah see comparisons are priceless, it can pit absolutely any thing with almost anything) you would probably be wondering what all the fuss is about but unlike those cities we are not equipped for this. We were not even given a chance to practice this option as one day we got on the train and there were seats abound and then the next day those very seats got cocky and showed you their middle fingers and had made friends with backside other than yours......loyalty obviously isn't their best trait.
Anyways so now we push ourselves in to ensure that we reach our destination on time and avoid being told off as the "My train was late" reason has started to fall on deaf ears and it is pretty much "I don't care if I am here...you should be too". The funny thing is you usually have this conversation with your boss in the elevator of the building you work in which of late is not far behind the transport service - its full of people and stops every station err i mean every level.
If you now think that it can't get any worse......then have I got news for you, these train rides are not just about pushing people in the carriage and getting nasty looks from them. Its a whole lesson in survival, a boot camp where you suffer (oh yes.... you sure as hell suffer) from stinky and I mean offensively smelling rotten people getting on board and the air around you getting thicker with no escape as there are no windows. If not that then people getting sick and if you happen to be really unlucky to be standing next to one you get to carry the stench of puke with you all day (unless you keep an extra set of clothing at work and if you do then two words for you - Obsessive Compulsive!).
So there we go the next you complain about petrol prices killing you, just don't do it in front of me as I have issues of my own!!