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Wednesday, November 09, 2005

Stirred Not Shaken

Misty Misty Delhi Morning
7:00 AM, Delhi Metro's Kashmere Gate station. A disheveled youth in his mid 20s with reddish eyes wearing a jacket and a suspicious looking satchel hung across walks in. The solitary policeman at the security check looks at him suspiciously, feels for the contents of his bag from the outside and lets him in. On the platform, other early morning passengers eye him with similar suspicion, but no one enquires anything. Aboard the train they just keep a vigilant eye on him.

He reaches his destination, Rajiv Chowk in Connaught Place. The station is almost deserted except for security personnel. No one stops him now, because he is exiting the metro network. He takes a long stroll to his office and types down this post on his blog.

After the serial blasts, Delhi is cautious but not overzealously so. Possible suspects haven't been shot. I continue to post yet another post.

8 Comments:

Abaniko said...

Disheveled? Come on!

Accidental Fame Junkie said...

I really liked this post... Tells a story with a twist in the end! :)

Greta said...

Ouch!

aquamarine said...

lol....happens eh?????

AquaM

aklanta said...

Every Delhi is not London...!

Jean Charles de Menezes said...

I knew it has to be u. Gr8 post! The day Delhi was blown up i was to pack my bag and go home for Deepawali vacations. But i deferred plan of couple of days. Scared to go out with the rucksack, scared to met the Brazilian's fate!

pallavi said...

yeah it gets scary... really sad to know about the blast... I was out of station.. then... :(

bing said...

off topic: i noticed there are a lot of the first 3 letters (RAJ) in many Indian names...