Yesterday was long day for me. Tired by day long activities, I decided to treat myself to dinner with a long time friend. It's easy to travel in the evening through a metro when traffic delays can play havoc with your plans during peak hours. Though the metros are extremely crowded and boarding a metro can be a task. I have not had a chance to travel in Mumbai locals where my friends tell me about packed coaches and being involuntarily ushered in and out of the train. I am sure Delhi metro can now give fair competition to Mumbai locals.
So, after much deliberation I decided to meet my friend in Connuaght Place (CP) which has decent dine outs. My dinner went well and I decided to take a metro back home. After peak hours the frequency goes down and waiting time for metros can be up to 9 minutes. Not willing to wait I decided to hop on to the metro in front of me with out paying attention to its final destination. The advantage on my route happens to be the common route for two metros. I just have to get down at the transit station and board next train to my home. Before getting down my train, I saw a metro leaving from the other side which was going to my place. I guess the idea wasn't all that smart. Finally ended up waiting for good ten minutes. It was very cold last night. I decided to shield myself from the breeze and stand next to a pillar. Another girl sat on the adjacent bench where I noticed a small bag lying carelessly. Though I am not a thriller novel enthusiast still my imagination started working. I looked around for possible owners, saw a man talking on phone, "Must be his bag", I thought. This was a small jute bag which had a newspaper rolled and neatly tugged on the left side. Zipper of the bag was closed, it seems to contain a lunch box. I was lost in my thoughts looking at people around me. I looked again for the bag hoping silently that it was not there. But, to my irritation it sat there, looking more suspicious then ever. Looking around for security guards I could spot none on the platforms. Mean while few more people had started noticing the bag. One girl told her friend, "I have noticed this bag lying here unattended for sometime. We should tell the security guards about it". His friend replied, "Let it be there, don't touch, you don't want an old aunty coming and pestering you for fiddling with her bag". How true, I thought. We waited for the "Aunty" to appear and tell us she forgot the bag. It was a painful wait. There were some CISF girls in khakhi, who I guess also noticed the bag. The train came and we all boarded the train, few of us still deciding what to do. I looked around for metro helpline number (91-11-155370), which I had not bothered to memorize earlier. I logged on my mobile net and found the number. Called the helpline telling them about the unattended bag that lay there. Adding nervously "It is probably a forgotten lunch box bag, please get it removed from there".
So, after much deliberation I decided to meet my friend in Connuaght Place (CP) which has decent dine outs. My dinner went well and I decided to take a metro back home. After peak hours the frequency goes down and waiting time for metros can be up to 9 minutes. Not willing to wait I decided to hop on to the metro in front of me with out paying attention to its final destination. The advantage on my route happens to be the common route for two metros. I just have to get down at the transit station and board next train to my home. Before getting down my train, I saw a metro leaving from the other side which was going to my place. I guess the idea wasn't all that smart. Finally ended up waiting for good ten minutes. It was very cold last night. I decided to shield myself from the breeze and stand next to a pillar. Another girl sat on the adjacent bench where I noticed a small bag lying carelessly. Though I am not a thriller novel enthusiast still my imagination started working. I looked around for possible owners, saw a man talking on phone, "Must be his bag", I thought. This was a small jute bag which had a newspaper rolled and neatly tugged on the left side. Zipper of the bag was closed, it seems to contain a lunch box. I was lost in my thoughts looking at people around me. I looked again for the bag hoping silently that it was not there. But, to my irritation it sat there, looking more suspicious then ever. Looking around for security guards I could spot none on the platforms. Mean while few more people had started noticing the bag. One girl told her friend, "I have noticed this bag lying here unattended for sometime. We should tell the security guards about it". His friend replied, "Let it be there, don't touch, you don't want an old aunty coming and pestering you for fiddling with her bag". How true, I thought. We waited for the "Aunty" to appear and tell us she forgot the bag. It was a painful wait. There were some CISF girls in khakhi, who I guess also noticed the bag. The train came and we all boarded the train, few of us still deciding what to do. I looked around for metro helpline number (91-11-155370), which I had not bothered to memorize earlier. I logged on my mobile net and found the number. Called the helpline telling them about the unattended bag that lay there. Adding nervously "It is probably a forgotten lunch box bag, please get it removed from there".
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