Travelling on a Token



It is interesting how some episodes throughout the journey of life become permanent milestones in our memories. No matter how far the roads take us, we still remember those points where we stumbled upon either with opportunities or with challenges. One such episode in my journey was the first metro ride. Given the first metro ride being paradoxically both an opportunity as well a challenge for me, there is absolutely no way I can get over the memory of it soon. It was an opportunity, for I was to come face-to-face with the realm of the New and the never-experienced-before; while at same time it was the challenge to be accepted and embraced by the New and the unknown.


From the first hesitant step and the backward jerk on the electric escalator to deliberately escaping suffocating metro rides, life has seen much by now. From tapping on the token receiver at the exit where it was actually to be dipped, to the Paytm recharge of the Smart Card, it was fast. So fast that I failed to keep track.

Back in the summer of 2007, the Delhi Metro Rail Corporation was at its nascent stage when I for the first time happened to come across it. For all commuters between Samaypur Badli and HUDA City Centre it would be quite interesting today to hear of times when the yellow line operated merely between Vishwavidyalaya and Central Secretariat. The journey beyond CS to all those fancy places like Select City Walk, Saket, Hauz Khas Village, Sarojini Nagar etc was at the absolute mercy of the life threatening Blue Line bus operators or may be an auto-rickshaw, if at all permitted by the wallet. I, among many, stood witnessing the gradual spread of wings of the DMRC over the last decade to a stage where it is today.

The first few rides, I remember were on tokens of denomination somewhere between INR 8-20. I was hesitant to get a Smart Card, for I myself was not much smart by then and thought INR 12 each day would be a better deal than parting off with INR 150 or more on one single day. Anything between INR 8-20 was much under bearable comfort then, and I travelled each day to my college by metro. Budget was shoe-string and I would work out each penny before leaving my room. Things were perfectly calculated – ten rupees on a rickshaw from Samrat Bakery to Vishwavidyalaya, something around rupees twelve (forgetting the exact) on metro till CS and rupees five on 781 from there on to college, rupees 15 for lunch at the canteen. For contingencies force-majeure there was to be a crispy 100 rupees bill, tucked fourfold somewhere in the inner reaches of the wallet, unseen and safe from the peer group. The trajectory was smooth with no new ruptures until I walked up to the customer care one fine day to own a Smart Card.

Many things changed since that point in time never ever to be undone again. Of all things, travelling on a token was no more to be smart since then. Convenience of operation was to be the fruit of all the change. The magnetic field of the Smart Card was smart enough to ensure passage without even pulling it out of the wallet each time. I too was metamorphosing fast towards smartness and I begun putting into the Smart Card the estimated amount for the entire month at once. Life kept on becoming convenient and I smart. At the end of almost a year of travel I was smart enough to be able to tap the wallet with the smart card in it on the entry and exit gates while typing SMSs or changing music on the smart phone on the other hand. Smart I was by now, with Smart Card and Smart Phone.

Something that was building up gradually throughout all these was my unconsciousness. My unconsciousness, for instance, about rising metro fare was taking its gradual roots. I never bothered as the fare kept rising for I was smart now, and had stopped buying tokens. Because I kept putting in the same amount (500) each time the balance went out I never realized that I was actually recharging it more frequently.

Times kept changing, as it already does, and one fine day it so happened that I moved up on the ladder of smartness by few more steps. Smart Card recharge since that fine day was to be done online on Paytm. With this appraisal in smartness, my unconsciousness attained an associated high. I was now unconscious even of the existence of a customer care counter. I stopped bothering about holding or not holding currency change as Paytm was smart enough to accept any denomination of money at any point in time. All I needed to do now was to put in money online and travel, and then repeat. By now I was not sure of how much exactly was I charged for a ride between Hauz Khas to Chandni Chowk (which I am sure many of the readers are not) and all I knew was that money of some denomination was going out of my Smart Card each time.

Life is wonderful and convenient. Things around me are smarter like never before and so am I.


There was no looking back until yesterday when out of haste, I left my Smart Card behind at home. I had taken it out of the wallet the other day for absolutely no reason and had forgotten to put it back. It was then that I came to my consciousness about the change that time has brought to the DMRC. It was yesterday that I found myself to be actually smart in the absence of the Smart Card. As I walked up to buy a token at the Hauz Khas metro station for Adarsh Nagar, I realized, it is no more a shoe-string affair. Fares have soared to saturation with the worst part being my ignorance about the same while it kept occurring just under my nose all the way. I rued over my unconsciousness and indifference for so long while pushing each step towards the entrance. It was at that moment that I unveiled the conspiracy of the Smart Card and the myth of convenience in particular and the fake promises of the myriad benchmarks of Smartness around me.

"Had I been smart enough not to forget my Smart Card today, would I have been smart enough to realize that I could never be smart enough throughout?” I thought to myself.

Hit by the nostalgia of the first metro token of my life - as I tap the token on the entry gate - I in no time was driven down the memory lane to the first innocent metro ride. Travelling from the Vishwavidyalaya metro station some ten winters behind me I remember, I was un-smart enough to travel on a token. Life at once was slower around me while the virgin sublimity of the first token ride came to pass on me yet again.  


















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