She Ain’t No Blonde or Princess, She’s Just Rajouri!

This is my first of submissions that will focus upon the Metro typecasts I have come across. I have a slightly cynical outlook and thus, I am going to begin with a typical kind of Delhi Metro passenger that needs a serious reality check—I call “it” the “Rajouri Types” and this is particularly applicable to the women who board the metro from the Rajouri Garden Metro Station and the nearby areas. You must be wondering what could be so despicable about such ladies. Well, there is nothing wrong with them except for the fact they are highly prone to thinking that they belong to an elite class that should be treated superiorly within the Delhi Metro!!

Recognizing this pseudo-royal segment within the Metro is not difficult. You don’t need to have the acumen of a Sherlock Holmes or imbibe by persistently obsessive tendency to observe to identify them. The Rajouri type lady is instantly recognizable.

For starters, she looks like a walking advertisement of the latest cosmetic products. The hair is usually dyed to a certain shade of blonde and tied loosely. From what adorns the ears to the fingers, everything about her is blingy—it seems that the rule here is the bigger and shinier, the better.

Most likely, she would be carrying a latest phone and holding it in a manner that announces it to the entire world. But look closely, and chances are that the phone might not be the original stuff. It is very likely to be a well-concealed imitation, bought from locales like the Ghaffar.

Read about another topic that seems to have pressed the wrong buttons in my Workplae Team that has predominantly young, opinionated Women