Don't make me the next VHS

Today on the train home I almost missed my stop. I was in India, following the tale of Shantaram, starting to understand all the clues he'd left in the first 600 pages or so. I was so involved that the people crushing me, the station announcements and any normal discomfort I might feel on my way home during rush hour vanished. Completely and utterly gone. I was so desperate to get back to India that I was tempted to try to read while maneuvering myself up the escalator and down the stairs to my next train platform where, part of me hoped the train would be there immediately so I get home quicker, and part of me hoped it wouldn't be so I could spend some more time with Linbaba and see how the tale ends...