Another day in the train

Really? So some things still do surprise you? The world is getting too old and wise.. Maybe your morals are an illusion.. IMPERFECT!
Words someone didn’t just say.. Trust you seek and never find.. Open minds.. Different views.. Food for thought.. Failures and excuses.. The secret and the secrecy behind its working.. Good bad.. Fortune and destiny.. Its right there, they say.. All you gotta do is ask the right questions.. But you know what the Chinese say, cookie? Beware what you wish for!
So what does matter? Means or the end? Man’s place in the hierarchy of planes can only allow him to envisage and theorize.. And it is his own self that hinders him from seeing beyond.. Then you have the option of relying on years of established prophecies.. Lets see.. You say- where am I placed in terms of competence and experience to judge? There are people who’ve been through life and shit.. Their conclusions must be dependable.. But then there’s always the chance that they’re doctored to justify, either a situation or a choice!
And a train ride can answer your questions? Go on.. Your point is? Listen to the song..

BLACK AND YELLOW

London’s black cabs or ‘hackney carriages’ boasted about being the best cab service in the world. Every driver was tested not only for his knowledge of London but also subjected to character tests! The old cabs, however, are failing character tests to newer models. The New York trademark checker cabs, made famous by the corruption fighting cab driver played by Robert De Niro, turned off its meter for the final time on July 27, 1999. Many New Yorkers will say Manhattan hasn’t been the same since. And yet, (with apologies to Shakespeare), “All taxis young, all taxis must, Consign to Thee and come to dust.” Then there is the Mumbai cab; an austere blend of the London-Black and the Yankee-Yellow. One could never paint the picture of the city without dabbing in the ‘Fiat Premier Padmini’. Trapped between the purpose of its existence and its existence itself, in the true tradition of a Himalayan sage, it arrogantly denies death.

“Yeh Taxi hai, Pajero nahi!” Nana Patekar’s delivery shadowed the lingering subject with humour, but the truth behind it is eminent. The newest Premier Padmini is over 10 years old and has outlived its utility. Was the taxi meant to be an attraction for the nostalgic? Or was the purpose of its existence solely cheap, convenient and safe public transport? Pushing it further, does the symbolism justify it being a threat to occupants and pedestrians, not to mention the ecology?