Standing in the
middle of the Churchgate station of Platform No-3 accompanied by maternal
uncle, I saw a girl standing between many men. Virar bound 6:22 PM local was
about to arrive and I was staring her with a surprise. Obviously, I was
thinking, “What is she doing?” As soon as the ladies compartment approached her,
she jumps into it and catches a window seat. My mouth was opened and I was in no
mood to express. This is the life of the busiest cities of the world, Mumbai. I
dedicate this to the hard working women of Mumbai and I believe many of them
are going through this condition. Salute to their strength and their desire to
achieve dreams sacrificing themselves.
“My life starts before the sun
rises and I wake up with a smile,
Mischievous cry of my baby
refreshes my early morning,
I take it in my arms and kiss it
with love,
My mom is truly a genius, who
cares it well in my absence,
Even when I am not home,
She handles it very well,
I prepare myself to leave the
home for office,
But I make sure everything is
completed,
I have prepared my Tiffin,
Completed the worship,
Took my cell phone,
And took the charger,
Now making sure whether
something is not missed…
Oh yes! I forgot the precious
thing,
Bless of my day, the kiss from
my beloved husband.
It gives me all day long energy,
So I never go down with a worry,
Running down to the auto stand,
I can see the long queue,
Moms are standing with children,
They are well prepared for school,
Old man waiting for his turn,
Hoping to get in earlier,
But possibility is pretty less,
When no single auto has been
left,
It takes long time to reach
station,
But I always feel happy with the
situation,
At least I have won the first
battle,
And I am ready for the next
battle,
The local I catch has been
missed,
Now I cannot board the next,
They will have occupied doors,
This won’t make me enter on its
floor,
But I have to get in somehow,
Because I have to reach office
on time anyhow,
Pushing, pushing & pushing
the ladies,
I have got space enough for
standing.
As the platforms arrived,
I was hardly being survived,
Few were getting down,
Many were coming inside
In a crowd I have been a paste,
I didn’t realize even when
Dharavi came,
My perfumed clothes are stinking,
Towards the office I am running
Hard times of office make me
forget my social life,
I forget I am neither a mother
nor a loyal wife…
Like an executive I execute my
work,
Always try to leave on time from
work,
As soon as I prepare to leave,
My boss calls me and demand to
sit,
So I leave my office quite late,
Again I run to catch the train.
No wonder Mumbai’s lifeline has
been increased,
But other side, number of people
has also increased.
I have to stand on the foot
boards near the doors,
So that on my destination, I can
easily get down & worry no more,
Here by struggling I get down to
my destination,
Win the second last battle
pretty easily without tension,
The biggest battle is yet to
come,
As queue for auto is still to
come,
There is no pity shown by auto
men,
No wonder you’re pregnant or a
handicapped,
I have my toughest times during the
menstrual,
Waiting for an auto becomes even
more dangerous.
A driver becomes a Godman when
he agrees to come,
After begging for mercy, he
allows me to come.
I reach home with a smile,
Thinking of my little angel in
my mind,
The journey is not ended yet,
The domestic work is waiting for
us,
From the executive I turn myself
into a housewife,
Perform my duties and sit back
for dinner on time.
It becomes the most peaceful
moment of my day,
Being together, we spend the
best time of my day.
My all day pain has been disappeared,
And I am ready to have sleep
without any fear,
I know the next day is waiting,
I will be again preparing,
My life will start before the
sun will rise,
And I will be waking up with a
smile.