Delhi Metro- 2.Continued...

There's something weird and exciting in seeing a foreigner push his way through a thick crowd in a filled up to the brim metro. Moreover this weird excitement can form the basis of writing about "The System" on yet another night.

System where in you get to see and observe a hell lot more people than you can even imagine to think and write about in the capital city of India.

People who as a matter of fact redefine the landscape of someone's thoughts about Delhi , people who by their actions can lead to a change in the whole settled mindset of an outsider towards the National Capital , people who by their small acts can leave an imperishable print in the hearts and minds of the observers , fifteen days aren't much to fully have a broad perspective about the system but some examples like an arrogant looking young woman standing up from her seat to let a partially handicapped young adult have her seat or a hot blooded youngster letting a pretty girl sit around her without the girl having to worry about bearing the continuous stares at her bare neck and many others likewise that have made me stand up and take notice about the hidden specialties and the species this city has about which the People of this country have no clue about , species who are completely concealed by the enormous misconceptions and the general perceptions of this nation's population.

But to put all the amazing things about this system and the national capital in to a garbage can is the scene outside the AIIMS metro station. The station that houses the traffic from the areas around the best Hospital of the country is so filled up with people who are not able to find beds inside the Hospital or are not able to afford the so called Amazing hospitals that charge everyone a bomb. Seeing a poor man lying around the stairs with a glucose drip in one hand and something to eat in the other can be a sight one must never forget. The sight like this that doesn't allow we Indians to forget about the poverty all around while we are busy making what so ever money we make in our comfy jobs and offices and also leave an ever lasting imprint in our hearts for doing something about these poor people can not only bring joy to them and their family , it somehow also leaves us happy and content.

To Sum the day up - going outside of the metro i was taken aback when an auto rickshaw started his meter as soon as i took my seat inside it and asked to pay by the meter rate which in fact was fifteen bucks cheaper than what normally we need to shell out.

Peace Out.

Delhi Metro ... To Be Continued...!!