It was just another day .. I was waiting for my bus, after a long day at college ..
N there it comes ...
Crap, does it always have to be so crowded ? Damn my luck i stay at one of the most populated areas of Mangalore ...
There are many gals getting in and somehow, it so happens that am the last one to get in ( like always ! ) n i end up on the footboard hanging on to dear life ...
LESSON NO 1 : U need to acquire the skill of getting into the bus before others , something which i haven't mastered till date :)
I hang on, using all my strength and after 2 stops, i somehow make my way into the bus ... The conductor comes to collect the fare and thats when i remember I don't have the change in my hand ! oopphh .. It's in my purse, which in turn is inside my bag :( Getting it out is a nearly impossible job, considering the situation .. ie a file in one hand ( which means you are not catching on to anything ) and the driver applying brakes every once in a while ...
LESSON NO 2 : Always have the change in hand before getting into the bus
Well, using all my balancing talents, I somehow manage to get the change out n pay the conductor but not before i get some cold stares from him :)
People here dont need to go to the gym to have a workout .. Travelling by buses serves the purpose at half the cost ;)
Making way for someone to get down is another pain ... A whole bunch of people, who amount to some multiple of your own weight, lean on you ... These are the times when I thank God for providing enough protection to our internal organs ;) If not, by now my kidneys would have broken in half :) I guess he had this foreboding that humans would have to endure such bus trips and come out of it alive !
Well... well... My stop is nearing .. some have got down ... others have got in ... am stuck somewhere in the middle of the bus ... and the bus is still crowded ...
I start making my way towards the exit .. not an easy job .. U have to squeeze yourself through the narrow crack of space made for you ... Thats your door to freedom .. lol .... There are times when "Excuse me" s don' t work ... Shit .. next stop is mine and am still nowhere near the exit .. My "excuse me" s get a lil more louder, i hurry and try to pull myself, my bag, my file ....
Oh no !! My stop is here !!
Excuse me ! Excuse me plz !!! EXCUSE ME !
NO ! NO !! There goes the dreaded whistle !
The bus pulls away from my stop ....
LESSON NO 3 : One needs to use power , polite "excuse me" s don't work :)
There are many more lessons to be learnt, but too many at one go ain't good for health .. So i apply my brakes here :)
Here s the story s happy ending .. I somehow manage to get down in the next stop and walk back home, fuming !!! happy s... endings .... ;)
4 comments:
first of all thank you for writing your blog after much persuasion. sure i did a great job by almost forcing you to write... or else i wouldnt have been able to read such smooth flow of words, casual, and humorous account of your ordeal. Neatly written... great going yaar, & still you didnt want to write. this is a great start i must say. i wasnt too lucky myself. had to delete my 1st few posts later on :P hope to get regular posts from your end... i wish i could write such general topics. i guess i dont have that flare to write on such regular ordeals.
thanks for the kind words buddy :)
Gud 1 Shwetha.. this reminded me of my college days.. hanging in doorstep.. handling bag, files, salwar shawl and in rainy season evn wet umbrellas.. and ppl stempin us with the wet mud filled shoes.. ovr that conductors yelling at us.. 'hinde hogi..munde banni..' uff.. smtimes i used 2 feel wts d use of dressin up so well n goin 2 col.. by d time v reached, v wer like......hmm..no comments..
lolz .. yeah .. very true ..
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