Me, trying to wrap my senses around Lacrimosa, before choir practice.
Man, sprinting down the stairs, and then towards my compartment.
Man: Hayooda ? Hayooda? Hayooda?
Me :Nahin, nahin! Bombardier!
Man, skids to a halt just outside the door. Doors close. The train shimmies out of Rajiv Chowk.
I turn around to find a hundred faces asking me the question echoing down the hallways of my empty brain – “Dude! What just happened?”
So glad that the very next stop is Patel Chowk. Phew!
- I prefer Bombardier trains to any other make; when travelling alone, I will generally wait for Bombardier trains to come along. I heard ‘Hayooda’, thought he meant ‘Hyundai’.
- Hayooda is one of the ways HUDA City Center is referred to – it marks the end of the line. “Yes, Hayooda! Get in!“, would have been my correct response to that poor man.