Amidst the highly polluted ISBT terminal and the ever bustling jat drivers behind the wheels on Ghaziabad highway,the Anand vihar terminal shone with all its sheen.In spite of having a perfect infra, the station was void of eating joints and poori walas...Silence and ambiance overshadowed the classy tin awnings of the platform.
Suddenly a group of shy looking youngsters started singing in a regional language, one of them acting as the percussionist by striking coins on the steel bench while others were cheerfully clapping. Even the elders joined them, some of them dancing in tune with the ups and downs of the tone. Their cultural audacity was appreciable to the core.
Though I couldn't understand the lyrics, but the soothing motif and ardor involved me so much that I forgot my hunger. Their celebration & ever increasing energy level took the deserted station to a new high,a happening place.
At the same time a north Indian elder couple(hey,i am not a regionalist) sitting next to me kept cursing them for the non sense and disturbance,as i kept blaming them for theirs.
My grey matter kept contradacting the couples as dey used their cultural yardstick to compare(Do we have any?).whatever but if a culture can make a dull heart lively and make a glutton forget his hunger, then its definitely a rich culture.
Suddenly the train too applauded the singing champs with a sharp whistle as 0430-A made its way out of the fog. I left the bench with lots of well wishes for the north eastern friends and didi (our railway minister) as it was 23:40, the scheduled time of the train(first time in my life,i wished it was late)…
To sum up, the scene at Anand vihar was Politically Incorrect but Etymologically correct(after all ek anandmay ehsaas thaa).
INCREDIBLE INDIA!!!...JAI HIND...!!!
