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Anonymous
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Out of all the choices, running to catch your bus or train as you see it from a distance, and just making it is my favorite. As a daily commuter, I go through one of the busiest NYC transit hubs to my school. I often rush to catch the morning subway. During morning rush hours, trains are generally packed. Most of the time when I reach subway, I hear the train pulling in. I swipe through the turnstile, push back against a wave of passengers pouring of the gate, dash downstairs, run down the stairs two at a time, hoping that maybe someone will block the doors, run towards the train door, as soon as I hear the announcement. “Stand clear of the closing doors”, I slide between the closing doors with inches to spare, my one foot is on the platform and other on train; push other passengers on the train to get inside. The problem is that the satisfaction of catching the train is over in an instant, and the waiting on the platform for next train and frustration for missing the train is an eternity. One can also say it is a good way to wake up before my class starts.
I can never get the shaving part. I hate shaving. My hatred for shaving is only slightly bested by my hatred for an itchy, annoying beard that makes me feel 'hotter' (unfortunately not in the way I'd want) in the goddamn summers. Or if I've just eaten something spicy.
Plus, after a shave, especially after the aftershave, I feel like I'm ripe to be hit on by ugly gay men. Which isn't nice.
Since I'm still in Pakistan, the first option is out of the question. So I suppose, to an extent, the second?
Ahsan: Not only is your poll sexist, it is also Orientalist. We don't catch buses in Pakistan and goods tend to be sold in round numbers. And in about five years time it might just be illegal to shave.
I too hate shaving, but there is something to be said about shaving with a new set of blades. It's the best out of a bad set of possibilities, let's put it that way.
Bubs:
Haha, yes, absolutely. It is also classist if you think about it, because it privileges middle-class activities (paying with cash, using public transport). So the overly rich and overly poor can't really choose from among the options either.
Just adding to Bubs comment. Not only are goods sold in round numbers, shopkeepers have always found a way of rounding up the total and handing you sweets or supari in exchange. I remember eating countless cadbury chocolate eclairs in school because the canteen wala refused to give me change; and I friggin hate cadbury eclairs.
Oh and since buses in Pakistan never really stop moving you're always running to catch them, so I'm not sure if it constitutes a 'little thing in life;" its more of a daily exercise routine.
Now hang on a second here. You only get supari or gogo paan masala if you DON'T have exact change. But that is precisely what I'm talking about: when you DO have exact change, it's a fucking sweet feeling.
Hades: My (admittedly very little) experience with buses in Karachi has been that they will pick passengers up at any random point regardless of the presence of a bus stop. Thus there is no pleasure to be derived in just making it to the bus stop on time.
AKS: After the GST was imposed, we did start getting random amounts like Rs 398 or 402. But shopkeepers would always round it off.
Not to worry. Bus stops are very much a figment of the government's imagination even in Calcutta. It's what adds a fun element to the day. Keeps you on yr toes : Will the bus stop here? Or there?
AKS,
Oh and since buses in Pakistan never really stop moving you're always running to catch them, so I'm not sure if it constitutes a 'little thing in life;" its more of a daily exercise routine
Again, similiar other than when there's a woman to be picked up.
With a women, the conductor will usually holler to the driver, 'Aasthe baachaa, laidees' (literally: slow children, women).
Incidently, it doesn't matter whether there are no children or even if a man and a child are climbing on. The cry remains the same.
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Out of all the choices, running to catch your bus or train as you see it from a distance, and just making it is my favorite. As a daily commuter, I go through one of the busiest NYC transit hubs to my school. I often rush to catch the morning subway. During morning rush hours, trains are generally packed. Most of the time when I reach subway, I hear the train pulling in. I swipe through the turnstile, push back against a wave of passengers pouring of the gate, dash downstairs, run down the stairs two at a time, hoping that maybe someone will block the doors, run towards the train door, as soon as I hear the announcement. “Stand clear of the closing doors”, I slide between the closing doors with inches to spare, my one foot is on the platform and other on train; push other passengers on the train to get inside. The problem is that the satisfaction of catching the train is over in an instant, and the waiting on the platform for next train and frustration for missing the train is an eternity. One can also say it is a good way to wake up before my class starts.
I agree with Anon, but am confused by the last option - not very gender neutral, unless you're a chick with man hair.
Kalsoom:
I know, I get your point, but my face feels like a baby's ass since yesterday, so I couldn't help but put it in.
I can never get the shaving part. I hate shaving. My hatred for shaving is only slightly bested by my hatred for an itchy, annoying beard that makes me feel 'hotter' (unfortunately not in the way I'd want) in the goddamn summers. Or if I've just eaten something spicy.
Plus, after a shave, especially after the aftershave, I feel like I'm ripe to be hit on by ugly gay men. Which isn't nice.
Since I'm still in Pakistan, the first option is out of the question. So I suppose, to an extent, the second?
Ahsan: Not only is your poll sexist, it is also Orientalist. We don't catch buses in Pakistan and goods tend to be sold in round numbers. And in about five years time it might just be illegal to shave.
Way to create the most un-PC poll ever, dude.
Asfand:
I too hate shaving, but there is something to be said about shaving with a new set of blades. It's the best out of a bad set of possibilities, let's put it that way.
Bubs:
Haha, yes, absolutely. It is also classist if you think about it, because it privileges middle-class activities (paying with cash, using public transport). So the overly rich and overly poor can't really choose from among the options either.
Kalsoom:
Yes, never again.
We don't catch buses in Pakistan...
Huh? Why?
Just adding to Bubs comment. Not only are goods sold in round numbers, shopkeepers have always found a way of rounding up the total and handing you sweets or supari in exchange. I remember eating countless cadbury chocolate eclairs in school because the canteen wala refused to give me change; and I friggin hate cadbury eclairs.
Oh and since buses in Pakistan never really stop moving you're always running to catch them, so I'm not sure if it constitutes a 'little thing in life;" its more of a daily exercise routine.
Now hang on a second here. You only get supari or gogo paan masala if you DON'T have exact change. But that is precisely what I'm talking about: when you DO have exact change, it's a fucking sweet feeling.
Hades: My (admittedly very little) experience with buses in Karachi has been that they will pick passengers up at any random point regardless of the presence of a bus stop. Thus there is no pleasure to be derived in just making it to the bus stop on time.
AKS: After the GST was imposed, we did start getting random amounts like Rs 398 or 402. But shopkeepers would always round it off.
Bubs,
Oh!Aisa?
Not to worry. Bus stops are very much a figment of the government's imagination even in Calcutta. It's what adds a fun element to the day. Keeps you on yr toes : Will the bus stop here? Or there?
AKS,
Oh and since buses in Pakistan never really stop moving you're always running to catch them, so I'm not sure if it constitutes a 'little thing in life;" its more of a daily exercise routine
Again, similiar other than when there's a woman to be picked up.
With a women, the conductor will usually holler to the driver, 'Aasthe baachaa, laidees' (literally: slow children, women).
Incidently, it doesn't matter whether there are no children or even if a man and a child are climbing on. The cry remains the same.
@ Ahsan
I'm an idiot.
BUT there still is a complot against consumers who are never given change so that they never have any change to give back.
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