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The Delhi Metro has officially become the largest non-fiction entertainment platform in the country. Move over Bigg Boss, because the Pink Line just witnessed a silent battle over a single empty seat that would make Salman Khan weep with pride. We Delhiites step into the Metro not just with a travel card, but with a full-blown commitment to an unscripted, high-stakes theatrical performance featuring romance, drama, passive-aggression and the occasional public policy debate.
I recently found myself aboard a Yellow Line Metro, neatly sandwiched between an auntie gossiping on her AirPods and a college student aggressively playing PUBG without headphones. That’s when it hit me—Delhi Metro isn’t just a transport system. It’s our collective social experiment. Where else will you see a man reading a 600-page UPSC book standing next to someone watching Taarak Mehta ka Ooltah Chashmah on full volume? It’s the true melting pot of the nation’s ambitions, memes and dietary farts.
Peak hours, predictably, are when things go fully Mahabharata. Watching people inch toward the closing doors, preparing to leap in with the agility of a ninja and the persistence of a junior lawyer, is nothing short of national sport. The bravery is immense. I saw a man once lose a slipper mid-jump and continue his ride shoeless, like a martyr.
And let’s talk about the unspoken rules. You must never make eye contact unless it’s accompanied by a frustrated eyebrow raise that communicates: “This child on the seat is clearly ten, why is no one making him stand?” The greatest challenge is balancing decency with Delhi’s naturally spicy attitude. But despite the chaos, there’s an oddly touching rhythm to it all. Strangers give directions, make space, or even exchange brief nods of reluctant fellowship just before Rajiv Chowk swallows everyone alive.
So here’s a modest proposal: why not appoint the Delhi Metro as our new Parliament? At least there, everyone seems on time, arguments aren’t muted, and common folk don’t hesitate to call out nonsense. Plus, any minister trying to manspread in the women’s coach would be dealt with before you could say, “Madam, yeh ladies seat hai!”
Ride on, Delhi Metro. You might not solve civic woes, but you cure daily ennui better than any rom-com.
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