This is going to be a running series of sketches randomly updated as I please, some that you know exist, some that are purely made up for deeply ulterior motives. (Yes, and the numbers are as randomly generated as my updates)
Stereotypes on a Mumbai Local #4
The MOTHER-IN-LAW of Q Face
This particular stereotype of the feminine gender walks with an inch-thick blanket of air, (which by Mumbai Local standards is equivalent to the troposphere) ready to snap, snarl, whack and hurl abuses at the opposite sex almost on instinct, if ever that capsule of sanctity is breached even slightly.
Stereotypes on a Mumbai Local #22
The IT WASN'T ME Face
This is a creature with restless shifty eyes like that of a petty chipmunk scheming for its next cheese fix. He pushes, shoves, burps and farts with a pokerface that would put the best punters to shame. And if you dare to look back at him with even a hint of allegation, he would diffuse any iota of self respect that you own with a repugnant look of having taken grave offence, that it would leave a stench of putrified ego in your wake.
Stereotypes on a Mumbai Local #16
The Smiling NO Face
This is the guy who's just found himself a sq cm space to plant the ball of his big toe on the floor of the bogie, usually found at the exit wearing an unmistakably smug expression of satisfaction. So pleased is he at the conquest of that prized sq cm real estate that his mirth radiates painfully at anyone still stuck on platform yet to board. And he will guard his property with a zeal matching that of a patriot defending his sovereign.
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