Thursday, August 10, 2017

Headphones and metro (notes)

1.Headphones and metro gives me the impression of being what maggi is for mountains and rhyming is for poems.
Everybody seems to be obeying the pseudo-directives.
Still some are not.

2.Most of the girls around me have headphones in their ears, head down, plain countenance, eyes on screen with their minds searching for some hints from men they never speak of, or words that could substitute books as our times have witnessed patience and time shrink down to tiny peepholes or simply the next song to play.
We all look the same.

3.What would happen if I withdraw headphones and mobiles from everyone around me, as if they never existed?
We just might've stared each other.
Smiled? I don't think so.

4.Kids boarding metro have this tendency of grabing the pole and rolling around it.
I wonder how they know what's the "in" thing among children without social media?
Pretty surprisingly, I just saw a girl my age roll around the pole.
I like this girl.

5.Four notes down, I have headphones in my ears and have no idea which song I have been listening to this while.
I don't like the song. I won't change it anyway.

6.Windows in metro are quite big. I like them.
I wish the windows had been on top as well. This could make us see the sky or stars with music in our ears.

7.Now I should change the song to the one I like - *Things that stop you dreaming* by passenger. That's a good choice.
This song starts with a violin's soothing tone that reminds me of Sherlock playing it, standing by the window in his gloomy 221B apartment in bakers street. Now with drums accompanying the violin's tone, suddenly Sherlock's gone and I watch the city lights and moving cars shining like fireflies inside dark green hegdes through the big moving metro windows.
When everything else around you is drifting away with a guarantee of them not getting back the same as they were, everything inside yourself seems to come to a standstill and there's a sudden awarness of your unwavering existence in your bones. That's what I'm feeling right now.
With Michael Rosenberg's lyrics in my mind, this felt like "I'm here, on earth of someone's daydream"

8.It's difficult to put a straight face with a good song on your headphones. I'll just sway my head a bit.
My legs are tapping. I can't control it.

9.A kid in front is eating lays. It's the yellow packet, the one with only salt on the chips. Scientists say every color packet has a different chemical that different brains get addicted to. That explains our likeness for only one or two types of lays.
I pity the kid and his mother.
But aren't my life choices same?

10.Most people prefer to stand by the poles in metro. It's easy to stand by the pole. You can lock your arm around it and rest your head on it. You can grab the pole with a firm grip, preventing sudden jerks. You can also rest your heavy bag by the pole. Getting to stand beside a pole is strategically the best place to stand in metro.
But when there's a lot of rush, atleast 5 hands grab around one pole. When one hand leaves, the other hand comes so fast that it can feel the warmth of the previous hand on the pole.
Most people I know have been this pole.

11.Though some talk over headphones, I use it only for songs.
When someone calls, I remove my headphones and place the phone on my ear to talk.

12.The right piece of my headphones sound more clearer than the left one and I want both.

13.There are people who give music to poetry and then there are the ones who give words to music.
I hope both the groups are convinced with each other's work.
I like the first ones though!

14.Different places call for a different song.
Pulbangash wants "the A team" and "thunder" goes well with "Netaji Subhash Place".
I tried the other way round yesterday. I hoped to feel bricks at NSP and city blues at Pulbangash.
I didn't.
So I closed my eyes instead.

15.I just noticed the variety of colors that headphones come in.
White, black, red.
White is more in number around me.
Red seems cool.
Mine's black.

16.My station's getting nearer so I keep checking on the station names on the screen above me every minute because I can't hear the announcements with the song banging my eardrums. But the other girls are not checking!
How are they managing?

17.The girl standing next to me is watching what I'm writing.
Though I don't like unnecessary interferences, this time, surprisingly, I'm glad.

18.She read the above lines too.
She said "thanks".
I'm glad, again.

19.She's laughing now.
She says thanks again.

20.Okay, I'll stop this here.
I'll talk to her until I deboard.