BUSES!

Travelling is a life-long romance. Yesterday, while coming from office my mind diverted towards banglore’s buses. When I reached Banglore first time, one of my biggest surprise was the size of the buses here. I was just looking inside and was trying to count the number of people that the bus had grapsed. And the second surprise was to see that there are seperate seats for men and women.  

Don’t know why but I used to feel happy to make my journey by bus. Rather, it is almost 8-9 years that I did any decent bus journey. The eagerness with which we used to wait for bus to go to my grandma home and the hurriedness with which we used to run to capture the window seat….I love these moments. Now, my best friend is changed from bus to rick and that one I too enjoy……(Hoping to get my salaries fast so that I can have my own car).

Only once I boarded the bus in Pune. If you want to seek some adventure, pune buses are best. It is like if the bus has 50 seats, then 101 passengers will be inside the bus leaving the air conditioner top seat. I was just sequeezed standing in the middle and whatever I was shouting to them they were not understanding it. It was difficult for me to breathe. Thank God, that my nose is long so I could breathe the air present in the gap between my nose and chin. But I was feeling happy observing the passenger’s expressions, the way they were showing the angerness and their shouting on the conductor. And when I used to pass smile to these angry passengers, the change in their expression was fantastic. With the banglore bus, I am not carrying any memory with me! Not even once, I boarded the bus here!

Somehow now a fear has grown inside me to travel by buses. I am not sure whether it is the fobia of new places or what?