Be it Delhi then or Bangalore now, there is something about the metro rail that seems to do something to us as a people. There is a sense of pride, a sense of ownership, a sense of participation—a sense of the “public”, like we are in this together—that instantly and inexplicably bursts forth and brims over.
Just what is responsible for this is not very clear or obvious.
It could be as simple as the plain relief that it promises from traffic hassles. Deeper down, it could also be the sense of awe at the accomplishment of something so neat, efficient, gigantic and useful—all in our midst, at the promised time and, what’s more, by our own countrymen and women.
The sense of “Yes, we can.”
Make no mistake, rare is the Delhiite or Bangalorean who hasn’t cursed the inconvenience caused by the construction of the metro or the delays. But once it rolls out, we do some very un-Indian things: we stand in line, we observe the rules (and glower at those who don’t), we cheer at it, we take part and proudly pose for pictures to say, “We were there”.
Photographs: Karnataka Photo News
Also view: The complete Namma Metro photo portfolio