Man, sprinting from the stairs, towards my compartment’s entrance.
Man, yelling:Hayooda? Hayooda? Hayooda?
Me, yelling, hand outstretched to stop him:Nahin, nahin! Bombardier!
Man, skids to a halt just outside the door. Doors close. The train shimmies out of Rajiv Chowk.
I, very tentatively, turn around to find a hundred faces, also bewildered, asking me the same question I’m asking myself,“Dude! What just happened?”
So glad that the very next stop is Patel Chowk. Phew!
What ‘just’ happened:
A company that provides rakes and cars for the Delhi Metro Rail Corporation
When travelling alone, I wait for Bombardier trains to come along. I don’t like the cars manufactured by other companies.
Hayoodais Delhi-speak for:
‘HUDA City Centre’, the last stop on the line. More commonly referred to as ‘Hooooda’, ‘Huddda’, and the likes. The man was asking if the train was headed for HUDA City Centre . It was.
“Yes, Hayooda! Get in!“, would have been my correct response to that poor man.
But, alas, I heard ‘Hayooda’, thought he meant ‘Hyundai’ – another company that provides rakes and cars to the Delhi Metro Rail Corporation, and believed he had a preference for Hyundai. I tried to give him what he wanted! Woof!