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The lost shoe...

My rather elusive best friend pinged me on gtalk today morning. "Nikki, a rather funny thing happened to me today morning!" said she. Now I don't get 'pinged' by her every now and then [she is going to kill me for this but hey we both are both girls! :p]. I was like, "What happened?"

Ancel [the elusive one] said, "When I boarded the train in the morning to get to work, it was crowded so I got pushed into the compartment as usual. But today in the process my shoe came off and I was pushed further inside so I had no chance of retrieving it!"

Me said, " shoes in the dirty local compartment?" [Okay our Mumbai locals are not so bad but I cannot imagine boarding one bare feet or rather with only one shoe.]

Ancel said, "Yeah...I thought my sandal was Clarks! So I stood quietly and then found that someone had actually kicked my shoe inside the compartment. Phew...I quickly wore my shoe!" 

I am sure everyone has some incident of this sort to narrate when it comes to travelling in our Mumbai local. I have one too. A cardinal rule of travelling in trains here is that if you live in Andheri or Borivili [far off suburbs in Mumbai] you never get into a Virar [very far off suburb] local at rush hour. But nobody told me that when I started college. So flash back...rewind eight years back, my friend and me wanted to reach Andheri as soon as possible. However, when we got to the platform the Borivili fast had just left and the Virar local stood empty. So we were tempted and coolly got in. 

Soon a mob-like crowd filled up our II nd class compartment. In a fast train one can reach Andheri in 7 minutes flat so when the station closed in, we moved ahead only to be cursed, shoveled, and pushed around. Of course we got nowhere. Instead of letting us out, the incoming crowd pushed us in further. I am tiny so I am completely lost. Suddenly a hand pulled me out and that was my friend of course. Phew...a long sigh of relief. But my nightmare wasn't over yet. I realized my left foot was still stuck in the compartment and the train would start any minute. 

Panic set in...and I thought I was going to be dragged and then killed by this speeding monster of a train. Now the women panicked as well. So there was a lot of pushing from both ends. My friend was pulling me away from the train while  two ladies were trying to kick my foot out [no exaggeration here!]. After what seemed like a zillion seconds, my foot was out! Phew. But my new shoe was split into two! :( 

The heal was nowhere to be seen and possibly still being trampled upon within the compartment. I wanted to cry but my pal instead of consoling me, burst out laughing. She kept giggling while I walked bare feet to the auto rickshaw stand out and took a ride home. Bah. 


  1. ahhahaha...i dunno y but i also feel like laughing...hey seriously yar...

  2. The locals in mumbai are nightmarish, but i enjoy them a lot when i am travelling in the opposite direction of rush hour traffic.

  3. @ R.Ramesh

    Yeah its funny when I look back and think now...

    @ Sujata

    Yeah when you travel in the opposite direction then its cool.

  4. lol :P

    see the main deal about getting in a local is, board it just before it starts. that way you really enjoy the ride. and getting out is easy.

  5. haha- i never travelled by local..but seen them for sure..

  6. @ Raj

    I know what you are saying but then if there is no breathing space inside the compartment then how does one enjoy the ride?

    @ Standbymind

    Kabhi koshish kar lena...:P

  7. offo. i meant the dangling on a cliff kinda ride. one foot on the train the other flying. sigh.
    that's a ride! :P

  8. Yeh hai Mumbai meri jaan :)

  9. @ Raj

    Haan toh fir enjoy karna theek hai! :P

    @ Iggy

    Yup and I am gonna miss being here in 6 months!

  10. Nah, it's okay. You get used to it. I kicked two people to get down at Andheri from a Virar train. People at Central are way nicer. They grumble, but they let you get down. Stupid Westerns.

  11. Hahaha...I know why your friend laughed, coz it was phunny :P

  12. @ SSD

    Oh...westerns that bad compared to Central? I have not tried any stunt of this sort after this incident!

    @ blunt_edges

    haan abhi toh phunny hee hai!

  13. I can never ever travel in Mumbai locals...never even think about them

  14. cummon...dat was soo totally lolz!!

    kinda same thing happened...dadar to s'cruz with luggage :P had to shove the luggage over the crowds head and dey angrily threw it out on platform!! mission accomplished for me :P

  15. @ Pesto Sauce

    They are not so bad ya...just avoid the Virar fast.

    @ buckingfastard

    Dude you are brave to even attempt that!

  16. LOL! And I thought my old Dufferin bus in Toronto was bad...LOL!

  17. I once had my watch strap ripped apart on a Calcutta local. My arm was wedged between a couple of rather chubby men!
    Nice testament to troublesome local train experiences! :D

  18. Oh my god... thats kinda funny... I cant really blame your friend for laughing at you. If I had been there, I would have done the same... :D :P

  19. @ R.Ramesh


    @ Julia Smith

    You must visit India now!

    @ D2

    Thank god you did not lose your watch! :D

  20. @ Chanz

    I even I laugh at it!

  21. Oh, but I did! That's why this post reminded me of that incident more! :D

  22. Happy Independence Day buddy:)

  23. Happy Independence Day buddy:)

  24. @ R.Ramesh

    Thanks buddy...same to you!

  25. Never had the good fortune of traveling by Mumbai local trains. I have heard a lot about it though. Maybe I will, someday.:)


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