The old analog clock struck 6:00pm and on contrary to its reputation, the valsad local arrived on time. Everyday is a battle to claim your rightful spot in the compartment and the crowd knows no gender or race or caste. Survival of the fittest; as every middle class uncle would put it. Today also it wasnt easy to step off of the slow moving train, it is a habit we Indians have cultivated to rather show off that we have no time to spare; even if it means to risk having our torso cut off in half. As I jumped off, I again found myself...