scene in the ladies compartment

The train arrives, every one gathers around the door of the ladies compartment, I behave as if I am in no hurry to board the train and cunningly I grab the oppurtunity to board first. Timing is very important in this case,the one who finds a window seat is the queen bee; right before your eyes you see elegant n nice aunties turn vicious ,pushing their way through the crowd of pesky teenage girls.I meanwhile quickly open my book and appear 2 study as if my life depended on it-first impression matters u know and nobody bothers a bookworm.
A woman sits next 2 me n just when I think that she looks neat she opens her purse n out comes the –wait a minute hold ur breath- a nailcutter.she starts cutting her nails and as I stare at her slaughtered nails a chilling thought comes 2 me- what if a nail fell on my lap, I would be under such trauma that no psychiatryst will be able 2 treat( no no not even oprah’s).As if this grooming session wasn’t enough the girl sitting in front of me starts coming her wet hair, n what they say abt hair falls the most when it is wet proved true.In no time her hair strands start floating in the air n fall on me., hey even my hair looks like I have just used mehenga conditioner when I board the train and till I reach my station my hair becomes Afro style, but I don’t comb my hair in public.i spare people of the ordeal of removing my blowing hair from their noses.
I stared at her angrily and just as we made eye contact she smiled at me.shuks man , now I am bonded 2 her by the thin thread(hair in this case) of some weird sisterhood cult stuff. Yes, relationships r made in the ladies compartment in a matter of nanoseconds.which means that if I dare 2 speak againt this torture, eyebrows will be raised, I will be called an outcast.yes, silence is golden,in this case even diamondish .The next station arrives, more women.The thing abt ladies compartment is that even within a millimeter of space between 2 people, women manage 2 squeeze in( stuff in 2 be particular).
The enuch arrives, I quickly pretend 2 have fallen asleep, but he-she is very gud at the job, he-she notices the subtle signs of consciousness n tries 2 trap me by speaking in weired hinglish. Someone ought 2 tell them this strategy is preety old. Anyways, after a while the earring wali arrives ,time slows down, everyone looks at her with grateful eyes as if she is the angel, the messenger of materialistic bliss and grabs her earring box .they all look like starved kids grabbing food. No points for guessing who is on everyones popularity list.women=accessories. Enough is never enough for us.
Then there is a group of anorexic college students who constantly pinch , slap and punch each other n then giggle.seems like they were constantly bombarded by wwf visuals when they were kids, messed their minds big time.Then there is this this female,who spies on everyone and notes down something, it is heard that she writes abt these things…………………..