Metro train was quite empty opposed to general peak time crowd, and quite many of seats were empty, so I sat on an empty bench.
On one of the many metro stations in between a team of hockey players came in a group, men and women included with their hockey kits.
So here it starts.
While I was living in Gurgaon and like any Delhi NCR resident, I take great pride in traveling in India’s one the best public commute system that is Delhi metro.
On one of those days, I was randomly traveling from a metro station to my destination (can’t remember which… too long since it has happened).
Metro train was quite empty opposed to general peak time crowd, and quite many of seats were empty, so I sat on an empty bench.
On one of the many metro stations in between a team of hockey players came in a group, men and women included with their hockey kits.
It was quite apparent they all were Haryanavi Jatts 🙂
One of the girls sat just beside me, she was quite conscious of her body language.
After some time train started to fill up until a point that not a single seat was empty.
A guy came and asked me to make some room between her and me so he can sit in between, he was quite older to both of us.
And all the men in the hockey team were standing near the gate (They didn’t sit even if there were empty seats, taking pride in standing) laughing and chatting in their own unique, hilarious way of Jatts. 🙂
I tried to warn the guy asking for a seat between to remain silent and just leave and stand somewhere else, he keeps on persisting to make space, digging his own hole to die.
I looked towards the leader of their team, and he signaled me to hold my ground and keep sitting.
He again egoistically and proudly asked me to make room for him (You know thoda adjust to chalta hai).
This time the leader spoke and signaling his hands towards his own thighs told the ignorant guy to sit on his lap. (Ae baawli pooch aaja idhar baith ja)
All the girls/women and men started laughing, and the guy had to leave all red in anger.
This is what you call haryanavi blood (like my mom has in hers).
They can quickly teach you lessons by breaking all your bones and spilling your blood using their hockey unless you learn your lessons only by words.
Remember to never mess with a haryanavi. I would definitely not. 😐
PS: Watching dangal with my flatmate sure bring unexpected result in the form of memory long forgotten.
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