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November 15, 2005
London Tube, Guitar Man and the Rolling Stones
The long commute from the workplace begins. I think of Bombay - the commute family. The people who save you seats, ask you about your dinner last night, and at the end of the day - the ones fortunate enough to find a seat to sit in, offer to keep your heavy bag on their lap. Not to say that all is warm and wonderful. I can think of a million fishfights on the Harbour line, and cold-shouldering commuters. Whether they were fighting or chatting, the din in the train was high. You could hate it, love it or be indifferent to it. (For the record I am not romanticizing the local in Bombay - just stating facts!) The tube in London is so different from the local in Bombay . Very often, I see the same people everyday. But there isn't even that nod of recognition, or even acknowledgment of a shared journey. Heads buried in free newspapers, the white headphones of thumping ipods, the overwhelming black of overcoats and shoes. The incomprehensible slang of 14 year olds, who feel about 3 feet taller than me. To an extent - I miss the cacaphony of Bombay. But I think I love the non-nosiness of this city as well. Yesterday, as I prepared myself for the 45 minute long commute, a man with a guitar walks into the tube. With a booming voice, he says 'Ladies and Gentlemen - Tonight on the District Line, I will provide you some entertainment. To start with, I'll play a song by the Rolling Stones'. So, the long-haired lanky guitar man started strumming an all time favourite - " Sympathy for the Devil ". Let me please introduce myself I'm a man of wealth and taste And I laid traps for troubadours Who get killed before they reached Bombay See how Bombay keeps coming back to you? "
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