300 : Version 2.0

They have an unusual power trapped inside, they have a rage which is unleashed in a matter of minutes. They work for long hours during the day, yet they fight like the day has just begun. The energy level of the women in a Second class compartment of Mumbai's famous local trains is unmatched with any body builder. Its the "Survival of the Fittest" indeed. Being pushed, pulled, abused, squeezed is the best work out a normal Mumbai women could get. So many ways in which one could die in that compartment. I was amazed the other day, when my friend faced a harrowing experience and was almost in tears. These are the annoying observations that I made :
1. Women love to yell, whether at the vegetable market, or in the train, they vent out all their frustration through their high pitched voice.
2. Some women hate to see me smile in the midst of this chaos. It angers them when some "warriors" are not  serious enough during the "war".
3. Dupattas (or scarves) can be pulled and twisted in any angle. Beware of finding your newly sworn enemy handling it, as you could be strangled.
4. Handbags, a fashion statement normally, is a weapon used to attack and push your way through the crowd. Bigger, the better.(or worse, when your out of the train but your bag is still stuck in between the hips of two women)
5. Long hair can be used to pull you out of the train.( unfortunately, my friend with short short hair, had it pulled out from her scalp area, causing it to come out of the clip, which is again, a dangerous weapon in the train.)
6. Oily hair can make you suffocate to death, when you are taller than most of the women in the train. You suffer silently as your nose is centimetres away from freshly (or not) oiled hair of a short woman.

7. Getting place to seat your bottom is the main aim of every woman who gets in. To achieve this, the ones who are already seated cannot sleep,eat,talk or read in peace. Every minute you face a finger jabbed at your face asking where you want to get down.Its especially annoying when the person who wants you seat is feet away, although you have 5 other women hovering above your head.
8. Make way for vendors, the VIPs of the compartment. If you don't, then you find yourself poked in every part of your body with the product they are selling (beware of clawed Hair clips)

                       They say that you can travel anywhere in the world if you travelled in Mumbai's local trains.Its true. If the French were made to travel this way, there would be bloodshed in the train. Somehow, we Mumbaikars reach home happily, not complaining much, as the trains are cheaper and faster than cars, right? So gear up, get set, wear your protective shield (the school bag in the front), and get ready for the Dadar-Dombivali local train.

Monica: Paul, this is everybody. Everybody, this is Paul. Joey: Hey, Paul, the wine guy. Ross: Hey, Paul. Phoebe: Hey, Paul. Rachel: Hi, Paul. Chandler: I'm sorry, I didn't catch your name. Paul, was it?

Chandler Bing! Who does not love him? Sarcasm always wins hearts in some ways or the other. His mean, sadistic comments filled with humour and his witty one liners has me crooning for him. Oh yes, women wait for their Prince Charming, who is sweet, charming, kind and a romantic. But I, on the other hand, would want him to be a charmer using slapstick humour and funny dates :P I would want my man to be able to make me laugh when we go for a serious movie, throw popcorn at mushy couples, buy me a wicked Halloween costume and scare my parents! Yeah, he should know how to cook and dance, that would be required for the serious, moody me. I know Ross is cute too, but its Chandler who stole the “hahaha” part of my brain and made it Mc Funny (and not lame, Mc Dreamy).