Every time the 6.47 local is "scheduled to arrive late" on platform number 1 at Ghatkopar station, I look up the skies at the mind-Boeing 787. And the flights taking off from the airport nearby. And the passengers who must have entered through the departure terminal at Vile Parle, secured a boarding pass, cleared security checks before boarding the airport shuttle, which then must've navigated all the way to Andheri, before it returned to Vile Parle, prior to it’s final halt ...somewhere between Santa Cruz and Vile Parle. And then, the plane that became Airbus, moving from Vile Parle to Andheri to Vile Parle, prior to a 20-minute “Qatar” before it could be airborne from Santa Cruz. Thankfully, I am in one place; on the platform. The train arrives. I yell, shout and swear, hoping that at least 1 of the 8,000 passengers inside compartment number 8 will hear me. One obliges. The train chugs along, while a plane descends from heavens above. Hmm, what if the Indian Railways was run by the Ministry of Civil Deviation?