Curious Tourist

The Pulse of Delhi Metro Red Line Of The Delhi Metro I am always happy to board the Delhi Metro whenever I need to travel within Delhi. The impeccable and unmatched comfort coupled with an incredible frequency of trains is a compelling reason for my loyalty to this ingenious mode of transport. Most of the times, I am busy listening to some foot tapping music on the radio. There are times when I am in the middle of an intriguing crossword puzzle or an unputdownable novel, so I carry my activities on board the Metro, immune as I am to the bedlam created by frenzied commuters. Nobody can now stop me from doing what I want to do while I am travelling in the Metro, not the cacophonous cry of a baby near me and not even the boisterous laughter of school and college teens standing over my head.  Even when I am busy doing my studies, I do occasionally get up to make way for old men and women and a few others who are in want of a seat more than I do. They bless me and I feel happy an

The Lost Planes Malaysian Airlines Boeing 777 The mystery of flight 447 that crashed in 2009 was solved after a few months while the mystery surrounding flight MH 370­­­­­ continues to deepen every moment..... The disappearance of Malaysian airlines flight MH 370 over the South China Sea, a few kilometres off the coast of Kota Bharu, is undoubtedly a throwback to the mysterious crash of Air France flight 447 over the Atlantic Ocean. Flight 447 was a long haul flight bound to Paris from Rio De Janeiro. Once the plane got out of the range of the Brazilian Air Traffic Controller (ATC), it was flying above the ocean with the nearest radar of the European ATC still some hundred miles away. It was flying with no navigational help from any ATC which is quite normal for any transatlantic flight. A few hours passed by and when the plane didn’t appear on the radar of the European ATC as per its schedule, a multinational search for the lost plane was under way much like

No Room To Study? Madhav was sitting on a sidewalk with his books scattered all around him as he read under the dim light from an overhead lamp post that fell on the pale and dull pages of his textbook. It was midnight and many people of the city were already in their bed enveloped under the comfort of a blanket on a freezing night. Madhav on the other hand was content to have a thin towel instead of a woollen blanket which he wrapped tightly around himself to get some warmth in order to continue his studies for a few more hours. He had a test the next morning and he was not yet fully confident about his preparation. Taking advantage of the calmness and quietude of the deserted street, he continued for another one hour before he began to assemble his books and stationery from the footpath. Once he was done packing, he began a long walk back to his dark and decrepit  ghettos where there were no roads, no light and no happiness. No sooner had he entered his chamber than his father