1:50 p.m.The sky above the rickshaws looked clear. The road from the back gate of AUD to Kashmere Gate Metro Station is one of those roads where you can see people walking in the middle of the road, carefree. This road is also where rickshaws ride on the sides. A large section of the road is taken up by parked cars of the shopkeepers (and builders) in this area.
Like a great day, this day also started by noticing how high the sun stood and its brilliant heat. The class of Literary Journalism was taking a field trip and Delhi Metro was the field. The students stood at Gate no. 7 and little did they know that escalators were going to remind them of inertia that day. We were standing at the station’s entrance gate, near the entrance of ISBT bus terminal, a lot nearer to public toilets, beside a paan peek stained wall, under the hoarding which proclaimed Kejriwal’s mission and a mostly clean outside.
It is this vivid and varied outside that makes me marvel at the inside that is Kashmere Gate.
Kashmere Gate Metro Station is an area of great research for me personally. It is the largest metro station in Delhi and the only 3-line interchange metro station in India. I always thought that it would be in the competition but thought Rajiv Chowk might emerge as the winner in the ‘largest’ metro station category. However, I was wrong. Recently, I started reading the signs of it too – Kashmere Gate Metro Station has Burger King, Chayoos, McDonalds, 2 WHSmith stores, Sahitya Akademi bookshop and a few more eateries. There are 8 exit and entry gates to this station. You can easily get lost inside and outside this station. It is only when I got lost at one of the exits that I got to know about the enormous area this station is built in and is still being built. Once inside, there are levels to this metro station but once outside, you realize that the escalators were bound to trick, lifts were bound to comfort you and those coloured footprints only made your life easier inside the station, not outside. It is at this station that I have been maximally asked questions about line interchange, directions, gates, exits, how do I reach so and so place.
Silver of the Metro |
At 2:26 p.m. A man asks me to interchange seat on Mandi House. I sit opposite another man and notice how the voice in the metro has increased and there is a loudness in it.
At 2:30 p.m. we reach C. Sec and I notice that 30 people are looking at phone. Those who are not using phone have closed their eyes or are staring straight at nothing particularly. There is no one I find with a physical book in hand or anyone reading newspapers. My neighbor looks into what other people are doing in their phones; he shifts his gaze on my notebook and reads. I stop writing and shift so that he knows that I know. But he doesn’t catch the movement, I think.
At 2:38 p.m. we reach Jangpura and there is a tired feeling that sets in the coach. Two women walk inside and remind me of my relatives, when they meet in metro – Tu Baith, Nahi Tu Baith... They both sit beside me and talk about material of suits and what is the latest stuff in the market of suits. One of them also asks about what the next station is after every few minutes, the other woman calms her by telling her Abhi nahi aaya.
I was looking at how people cross their legs and occupy seating spaces |
At 2:40 p.m. we reach Lajpat Nagar, the metro goes over ground into the light of afternoon and the light suddenly makes the coach seem a little more spacious. While the train was on its way to Kailash colony, the gates along the line blocked my view. All I could see were these white terraces with numerous small dots on them – dish antenna, brightly coloured buildings, orange, red, white, cream coloured houses and telephone company towers, which make regular appearances through out the journey.
At 3:07 p.m. I reach Sarai and the metro feels lighter as we were reaching the end. I recorded in my notebook the camaraderie- winks, small bits of leg pulling and the loudness of HAHAHA.
So many times, it felt as I looked outside, how metro was travelling on a border – as if I was reading the world from two edges and none will be as true as what I am reading them right now to be. The distance of this reader was evident. There is no zooming in or zooming out while reading these kinds of scenes. It felt like following a trail or a linear narrative, as you make your way on the sides. I was noticing the edges. If to my left I saw a green cover, then to my right I only saw red brick houses. If to my right there were corporate towers or posh localities, then to my left right there were small dirty red houses, whose localities and lanes still made space for a little bit green. However, these stretches kept alternating. There was not a clear belt. There was no specific rule that the houses on my right side were always in rich localities. These sights kept taking turns and were never limited to left or right side. But whenever these contrasts appeared, it looked like the case of accumulation – one class collected on one side of the flyover, another class collected on the other side of the flyover.
At 3:21 p.m. I notice the absence of a person, sleeping in the seat opposite me, resting his head on the glass. He had just gotten off.
At 3:30 p.m. we reach Escorts Mujesar and through the doors across me I notice a clear separation between a well built, cleanly, painted houses on one side and zone of red brick houses with a Maruti Suzuki plant irregularly sticking out.
At 3:30 p.m. we reach Escorts Mujesar and through the doors across me I notice a clear separation between a well built, cleanly, painted houses on one side and zone of red brick houses with a Maruti Suzuki plant irregularly sticking out.
At 3:45 p.m. I boarded the train once again to reach Kashmere Gate. Through out the journey what kept me on hooks was that I would notice a book. Despite all the reading I was doing, no one asked me why I was writing or what I was writing. I went from coach to coach (not all coaches) but could not find anyone reading books or newspapers. This was quite contrary to the experience I have had on yellow line. I have always found the presence of physical books, even if it is a Homeopathy book on yellow line.
Could not find books |
At 4:33 p.m. we reached Kailash Colony and the rain drops started slashing against the window pane. The general mood of the metro also changed. People leaning on the doors noticed the weather and the chattering rose. I was looking at hoarding of Modi on one Petrol Pump, near Harikesh Nagar when someone remarked ‘Aaj Bharat Band hai’?
No one answered. Some people fumbled in their pockets and checked for phones. I was perplexed, but finally as I reached Kashmere Gate, I was desperate to check whether the weather at Badarpur Border had picked up with that at Kashmere Gate.