"im afraid we have to go home by bus!!" declared my friend D. We had just been to the kabalishwarar temple in mylapore and her car wouldn't start. It was around 5 45 pm and there was a huge crowd at the bus stop.
"it looks like its going to rain" I said. She just raised an eyebrow. "We can always take an auto" I helpfully added. "High maintenance" was the reply.
She turned to me and said "just because you are going to travel in a public transport does not mean that you are going to be mauled brutally and killed or something"..
After having heard tat I had no chance but to embark on this dangerous journey. A huge bus (5B) came to a screeching halt and I could scarcely conceal a shudder when I saw the crowd packed inside. "See you later", I said in what I hoped was a cheerful tone.
I was plunging in through a sea of people, when a stout lady plummeted some (probably 100 kg) of her weight against me and made her way in with undaunted enthusiasm. While I was doing gymnastics on the footboard the bus moved. My only thought at that moment, to make my way inside and I would be eternally grateful to all the gods of the world.
I passed the money for the ticket and it went from hand to hand …….. I knew I had to be patient and wait like maybe 500 years! Finally there it was that little green piece of sheet. As I stretched out my hand to grab it a shrill piercing voice in my ears "eeeekkk!! U stepped on my toes.. Probably injured me for life!!"… as I tried to wriggle myself out of there. I heard the voice go "you did it again!"….
Good grief! Through a confused blur I found myself losing my balance… it was the vegetable vendor who peered at me worriedly and asked "you dint land on anything did you!" Touched by her concern I said "no just the floor!" "Thank goodness.. Otherwise the tomatoes would have been crushed!" was the reply….
Grrrhhh!!! Someone taps me on the shoulder and asks me to pass a piece of paper to the girl standing in front of me.. turns out it is a love letter. The girl looks at me and says " you don't have to do courier service for thugs!". A small kid starts wailing in my ear. I revealed my charming 32 in a vicious snarl and the mother beams back at me.
Another eternity later I hopped out of the bus and it didn't take me long to realize I got down in the previous stop. When I reached home all battered and bruised, I felt a wave of pity for divya Visions of D painfully tormented in the bus haunted me. I called her up.
"Hi!" said a sinfully cheerful voice. "Guess what! After you left my manni happened to come by and she dropped me home in 5 mins. Great huh!"
"You… what?. I thought u liked to travel by bus!!!" I yelled.
"Oh! I don think I would have made it. Unlike you I am very delicate you know, and am hardly used to that sort of thing" was the reply.
Grrrrrr!!!! Some people do lead charming lives..
