October 2, 7.30 am _CST bound local...
MNS is on the boil with their 'navnirman'...
|||||| Fully clad in my brand formals i decide to stand near the footboard to avoid the mad morning rush from dombivli. The whole country is having a holiday but we dont.
We are having our presentations.
Hopefully gandhiji saved me. For the first time there was hardly any one who boarded the train from dombi...hehe.
Though the train is half empty, i decide to stand near the footboard. There are two standees behind me. I was enjoying the cool morning breeze standing near the door.
"bhaiya yeh bhandup kaunsa side aata hain" someone whispers in a pure hindi/bihari/UP dialect. His face was full of fear, as if he was in an enemy land and the army there waiting to pounce on him.
i observed a sense of relief on his face when i replied.
brown haired, a soiled black coloured bag, grey full sleeved shirt and brown coloured jeans...
red coloured paan stain on his lips- this guy had come from uttar pradesh.
He sat down on oneside of the gangway telling me to inform him when bhandup station arrives.
"tu UP say ayya hain kya bey?" asked the guy standing behind me in a pure marathi accent.
"kidhar jaa raha hain?" very rudely...
"bhandup" said the guy...
" arey c******* woh pata hain bhandup jaa raha hain, laykin kiskay pass jaa raha hain?".
"bhai kay paas jaa raha hoon"...
"bhaiyaa saale tum log yahan kyun g**** m****** aatein ho!!!. laloo kay paas jaakar g***** m***** na!!".
i saw a sense of utter fear looming over the poor guy.
"bag mein kya laaya hain bay bhikari??".
the guy dint answer.
"tera bhai kya karta hain bhandup mein?"
"fal (fruits) baychta hain"....
"tu kyon jaa raha hain?"
"bhai say milnay jaa raha hoon"...
"bag mein kya laaya hain bay bhikari??"
again he asks and again the guy dint answer.
in that moment the marathi guy catches him with his collar and tries to snatch away the bag...and he succeeds.
he rips open the chain and starts littering the things in the bag!!
Two fellow friends of the maharashtrian guy joined him.
i stood there helpless like a fool looking at the drama unfolding with the only fear that i would be beaten up- again for being an outsider.
Most of the fellow passengers were seen laughing at the upite throwing abuses at him.
The whole drama continued till thane....
with fear in his eyes he got down at mulund telling me that he would call up his brother....||||||
so where are we heading to??? is this what we call our cosmopolitan city??? is this what will be our future shanghai?? ha!!
"Global??? we are not even local!!" screamed The Times Of India.
what do you think?????????????
a man..
3 weeks ago
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3 comments:
so true...
ppl actually leave behind graver issues n attck each oder on lingual basis??
CRAP!!!
to hell with raj's marathi manoos MANHOOS campaign...wen mumbai burnt did the rioteers think of the cars they wer smashin ?there wernt atttckin juz biharis , bhaiyyas or even marathi manoos...dey wer exhibiting their cheap sense of so-called patriotism!
assholes!!!
they are bloody assholes
m never gonna take this kind os a moment silently
i'll prefer to screw them and die
U know...this is the advantage of being a girl. Had i been in your place i would have screwd the hell outta them and gotten away unscathed...Wish it was me thr.
Its pathetic to have those cattle like maharashtrians follow and worship that spawn of satan. Satan being Bal thackrey.
To think these Bastards Sent their dogs to Jammu border and blocked the food supply to Kashmir. And Indian govt is such a EUNUCH, it cant stand up to its national language against a handful of dogs.
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