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I do not see any smiling faces in a Metro


Half-past seven in the evening… “Time to leave the office premises”, I thought.

          I admit, it infuriates me a lot to sit on a revolving-chair gazing through the screen of my laptop. It amazes me sometimes, how do they even manage to think of creating such a technological artifact? However, I too cannot deny that the relic has made me worry more, and love my life less.

Wondering as to whether the motive of creating such a masterpiece was to make our lives easier, I entered one of the automatic gates of a Metro train and swiftly glanced over my "Metro-mates" which somehow made me answer the above question aptly- that, no doubt, it was created to make our lives easier but, "I Don’t See Any Smiling Faces In a Metro".

Considering the time at which I left my office to be the same time at which majority working chunk left their offices (in New Delhi), makes it highly probable that I am right now travelling with all the fellow "virtual-screen contemplators", in other words service population. But somehow, none of them seem happy!
            
I am sure every person in the Metro would have had the same opinion about my visage. Sadly, I am becoming one of them. Suddenly, Earth seems to be a bad place to live-in. Walking past the security gates and strolling through the staircase, I had already sighted the public bus which will serve me the travelling purpose for the rest of my regretful journey.

No sitting space followed by the loud 1990’s bollywood music (I bet you cannot hear these songs more than five seconds) was doing juuuust fine! (*sarcasm*) Pity, I had to sit on the ‘hot seat’ just beside the driver, but surprisingly, I enjoyed it.

…Why?
…Because I spoke to Camby.
…Camby, Who?
…Camby from Congo!

            To be precise, Camby is a small Congolese girl (aged about 3-4), who I met and can speak three languages viz. French (being her mother tongue), Hindi (being her other tongue) and a little bit of English (being her ‘educational’ tongue) as well. Travelling with her mother and Rabbi (her stuffed dog-toy), Camby was trying to figure out the meaning of the noise (I will surely not term it as music) being played on the tape, but in vain. She was not replying me back with legible statements, rather she has her own way of expressing things- she laughs, she giggles and she smiles (unlike the people in the Metro).

When I asked her:

…What do you like?
-She laughed!

…What is your dog’s name?
-She giggled!

It was not working, I thought. Then swirling my moustaches, I asked her:
…Do you know, what is this?
No laughs, No giggles and No smiles whatsoever. After repeating the same question thrice, she shook her head in resentment. I felt glad to teach her something that she does not know i.e. “Muchhi”.

           Though, I still do not see any smiling faces in a metro, but Camby seems to be living in a world where smiling is the only way to communicate and joy is the ultimate goal!

If Metros are suppossed to deteriorate your happiness, please never board a METRO, Camby!


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