Bullet drain!

Just about another day in my life, life of a fellow commuter in Mumbai. So I managed to get inside the train, and fortunately I can plant both my legs to the floor. I am quite certain one isn’t on someone’s shoe. I can’t feel my legs, but am pretty sure they are both firmly planted. How else can I stand this way with nothing to hold on to.
Ofcourse I have people around me, some too close for my comfort, but then am not seeking comfort today. Actually neither today, nor yesterday, never. My intention is to reach the place where I can land my rear to earn my livelihood. So what if I can’t land it here.
I am happy today though, a small chunk of it is for the rail budget. Yay! I can finally brag to my fellow world citizens about India having a bullet train. Just like we did when Mumbai got the leaky metro. I am happy that a huge chunk of money would be coming from the private sector, ofcourse they will recover it with atrocious pricing, but that’s ok, the public sector entity raised prices ‎too. Am expected to not mind it.
So my tax money will go in aide of a Surat businessman to be able to commute to Mumbai so that he can sell me two things I desperately need. Diamonds. Milk. In that order.
So what if I can’t travel like a respectful being to work. I can show my generosity. So what my quality of life won’t get polished, your gems would.