My parents warn me constantly about stranger danger. To me, I don't really mind talking to strangers, I do it all the time. Just yesterday, I was traveling by train to math tuitions during peak hours. This means lots and lots of people traffic. What usually takes me a half hour, instead took me 45 minutes and two missed trains.
People never change. I know this from experience. At the metro platforms, The Road and Transport Authority have placed stickers indicating people going in and coming out of trains. This is meant to increase efficiency for commuters. So while waiting for the train, every commuter stands in queue to give space for people coming out of the train, But when the doors open, people gush into the metro like water out of a broken pipe. Its complete and utter chaos as everyone rushes in at the same time to get a spot, with no regard to any of the rules they pretended to follow minutes ago.
I missed one train trying to argue with a lady, when someone behind me tells us both to stop. I turn around and find a man holding some book. I ignore him, but seconds later he starts to speak again so I was forced to pull out my earphones and listen. He was speaking in Hindi, and asked me if I was from Punjab. I told him I was from Pune, my hometown, He asked me where I lived, to which I said that he wouldn't know what I was talking about. Now, I judged him and thought he was Middle-eastern, Turns out he was from a neighboring town. He then fluently switches to English like a second language and asks about me.
Apparently he taught chemistry at an O-level school in Dubai. He even talked about my syllabus which got me interested. But then, he gave me his number. Now being a complete idiot, I thought it was courteous to do so and took his number. I called him and thus he got my number as well. He then started blabbering about how we could meet up sometime for chemistry to which I thought, "Hell no!" Sure he seemed an honest man but that's no excuse to fix up a date. I kindly told him thank you and got of at the next stop/
When I got home, I recollected the incident to my dad. I don't know what infuriated him more, that a stranger has my number, or that a stranger named Akbar has my number. I had to block the number and forget that this happened, but of course like a complete idiot, its now on the internet.
People never change. I know this from experience. At the metro platforms, The Road and Transport Authority have placed stickers indicating people going in and coming out of trains. This is meant to increase efficiency for commuters. So while waiting for the train, every commuter stands in queue to give space for people coming out of the train, But when the doors open, people gush into the metro like water out of a broken pipe. Its complete and utter chaos as everyone rushes in at the same time to get a spot, with no regard to any of the rules they pretended to follow minutes ago.
I missed one train trying to argue with a lady, when someone behind me tells us both to stop. I turn around and find a man holding some book. I ignore him, but seconds later he starts to speak again so I was forced to pull out my earphones and listen. He was speaking in Hindi, and asked me if I was from Punjab. I told him I was from Pune, my hometown, He asked me where I lived, to which I said that he wouldn't know what I was talking about. Now, I judged him and thought he was Middle-eastern, Turns out he was from a neighboring town. He then fluently switches to English like a second language and asks about me.
Apparently he taught chemistry at an O-level school in Dubai. He even talked about my syllabus which got me interested. But then, he gave me his number. Now being a complete idiot, I thought it was courteous to do so and took his number. I called him and thus he got my number as well. He then started blabbering about how we could meet up sometime for chemistry to which I thought, "Hell no!" Sure he seemed an honest man but that's no excuse to fix up a date. I kindly told him thank you and got of at the next stop/
When I got home, I recollected the incident to my dad. I don't know what infuriated him more, that a stranger has my number, or that a stranger named Akbar has my number. I had to block the number and forget that this happened, but of course like a complete idiot, its now on the internet.
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