Travelin' Chicken Shtyle! (eesshhh style!!)

Raj, from Mumbai.buzz mentioned the phrase "Traveling chicken style" in the last post. That's what his friends call Travelling in Mumbai Local Trains!

Wonderful starting point!
Gotta build this one up.
Raj, feel free to make this post your own. Gotta put some massive energy in this idea.
Later.
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10.10.07

Scene1:Fade in from Black...
There's something blue on the entire screen. feels like a piece of cloth.

Suddenly, the vision shifts towards the right of that blue "thing", there's something light green.There's a slight murmer - can't make out what...but there's some sound.

Human murmer.

Again the vision shifts to the left. Passing the blue. Moves further left, rests on to some white piece of cloth.

Now the vision starts shifting rapidly. In panic! And there's a breathing sound too!
To the left! to the right, around. The faint murmer starts to gather voice.It's a crowd.

The vision shifting more rapidly, now starts to move vertically.
Left - right then DOWN. Stays there!

Sees feet. Many feet. Some shoes some slippers, chappals.
The panicked breadth is getting heavier as the panicked movement is getting steadier.

THEN, with a jolt, the vision moves up!
There are heads - many - about 7-8. People all around.

At once Raj falls back in his senses. As he realizes that he's sitting in the middle
of a local train. And a lot of people where surrounding him. He must have fainted.
The heat must be it. He must have fainted.

Suddenly he felt a hand grab his arm. Then another. He was being lifted up. People were helping him to get back on his feet. The murmer was getting clearer now as he was gaining back his senses. Still a little dizzy.

He heard someone saying, that the train is approaching the platform, time to go.

As Raj stood up, the place he was sitting, got filled up with feet.

Raj saw this magical property of the element called "Mumbai Local train".
Like water fills up a vessel, assumes the shape of the vessel. THe Mumbai local train
allows the crowd to cover all the space.

As the train approached the platform, Raj could feel people breathing down his
neck. He could feel the boiling of the pressure. He could feel the momentum
rising. It was like a time bomb. A bomb, that's just seconds away from
bursting. An inevitable, unstoppable bomb. The fate of the people around this bomb was destined...just moments away...the train was slowing...the momentum
rising..the murmer rising...the voices turning into shouts...the shouts into
abuses ...the abuses into shoves...the shoves into pushes.

THe killing PUSHES!
IT WAS MAYHEM!!
People everywhere!
MAYDAY! MAYDAY!
(irony - it WAS a May day!).
It's a collision. An explosion.

Suddenly a thrust pushed Raj out of the train on to the platform.

The storm passed. The moment passed.
All those inside, were out of the train. All together. All at peace.
All out of The Mumbai Local Train.
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(Later)