A Shitty Evening at Rajiv Chowk

Yesterday was a normal day—until it wasn’t. Around 7:45 PM, I was stuck in a packed Yellow Line metro at Rajiv Chowk, just trying to get home. The coach was already chaotic—some guy was blasting loud Punjabi music, and a heated argument had broken out over AAP vs BJP. Classic Delhi election vibes. Then, out of nowhere, disaster struck. A man near the door froze, turned pale, and within seconds, the most ungodly smell filled the air. Yep, he had pooped his pants. The people next to him jumped back in horror, some covered their noses, and a few even switched coaches at the next stop. The political fight stopped. The loud music stopped. For once, Delhi Metro had found something that united everyone—a collective struggle for fresh air.