If life is a teacher and the world is a university then he was a graduate with honours in compromise.
Finally…..apart from being a loser he was also a philosopher…a dual degree. In his yawning doze he was dreaming, rather thinking of all this crap. Is it right or wrong, well left for the probable readers of his may be a bestseller, if he ever writes one.
The chain of thoughts was slashed by the sudden application of break…revelations are sudden and revolutions are always subdued, their basic nature. Modern consumerism and individualism subdued the origin of great modern philosophy. Philosophy died in his mind before becoming thoughts and coming to paper and he did his revelation…. to hell with the philosophy I need a seat in the metro, so run.
He was compelled to run not to save his consumer rights of getting a seat for his payment of the same, but he was scared that if he will not manage a seat then everyone in the train would know that he is a loser.
He was a smart ass, he knew the spots where the doors would open and like other know all he assumed that no one else will know. A human chain was descending the escalator. He lived in a country, which witnessed explosion, population explosion. The shock wave pushed him and the shrapnel of people, out come of the explosion, were hitting him, forcing him to move further up. Finally the last mark, spot for the last door…. The lift opened in his right side a sudden influx of people crowded his part of station. And the whistle was blown the train arrived.
And it happened; he lived his nightmare, yet again. There he was…. the only standing someone in the train that left vishwavidyalaya metro station on 11:30 that day. He saw two giggling girls who were successful in getting seats.
“Look at the loser he never gets seat”
He turned his eyes. He was shocked to see an idiot sitting besides a beautiful girl.
“What are you looking at, beautiful girls are not for losers, he dared and he won, you lost in college and you lost here, now plz fuck off.”
My god she knows about college. Everyone seems to know.
He fled that compartment to stand besides a sympathetic oldie.
Its your fate my son, you can never win.
Kasmere Gate was the next station and he anticipated someone to change for Rohini, but people in his compartment deliberately kept sitting. A universal hobby of torturing a loser.
The door opened more people a fat man collided with him.
Hi Mr loser even today.
The train was full, everyone was laughing at him. Everyone knew that he was a loser. He decided to step out of the train but saw the giggling girls once again. They were changing for Rohini, walking on the platform, laughing at him.
The loser thought he will get a seat in other compartment but he is pushed to the gate, what a habitual loser.
He changed his mind, didn’t step out.
The gates closed suddenly, he got trapped. The train stopped, everyone cursed the loser. The giggling girls stopped, they were laughing again.
Whistles were blown, police called, people getting late and he was crying with pain.
The doors were reopened, curses were showered.
Train started and stopped again and the loser started for his office to think about another successful day in pursuing his degree.
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