Dilli Metro with an XXL issue



   Yes, today was another day when I was squished in my seat in the metro, as soon as a lady with a huge backside sat beside me. I would have gotten up to offer my seat if time had permitted me. But before I could notice her,  she sat down after hastily making a grand entrance, knocking down a few people fortunately or unfortunately not bestowed by bundles of fat to be carried around and used as an advantage to make or rather grab one’s way.

    Everyday we witness this appalling site where ladies on the heavier side queue up in front of the metro gates as bulls ready to charge and if necessary, kill. After the massacre of petite little figures and affliction of pain on many a dainty feet, these warriors find a seat, armed with shopping thailas, umbrellas, lunch boxes and a few other items that have made it to their must carry list. With a triumphant smile, the warriors, now crowned as Rani Laxmi Bais of the metro dynasty, snugly sit and fit in THEIR seats.

   Before more such warriors can embark on the journey, many of us jump out of their way and they grace us with a slight nudge rather than the usual blow before getting hold of their rightful place. Then, the deafening phone calls follow, instructing a cook or a gardener, ordering the driver, a friend or a relative. Contented that they would be received at the metro destination, by one of their chaperones, they sit smugly for a few minutes before another warrior makes a loud entry that is followed by a louder argument once the XL-XXL Dilliwali aunties fight for their space.



   With all due respect ladies, we would like you to know that we would make space for you and that too out of choice and with reverence, not contempt. Yes! There has been a change in the indifferent attitude of the youngsters, at least as far as elders are concerned. So. Kindly give us a chance and a little space. 
Location: Rajiv Chowk, Connaught Place, New Delhi, Delhi, India

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