As I am youngest of all, I was born with a silver spoon in my mouth. Now I realize that this silver spoon cultivates a very rosy perception of the world outside. There is a lot more to see, to learn, to experience from.
In my pampered days, I use to travel with my dad, brother or with van. The bus business was far away from me till I got admission in college. The thought had never accrued to me until one day ,the silver spoon was rudely snatched from my mouth when my mom said “let her go herself…kab tak spoon-feeding karaingay”
My first day of college was rather more interesting than more experiencing. I was hanging on the door step of the bus as the driver accelerated on, criminally neglecting the fact that I am first time travelling in the bus. The worst thing he obviously wasn’t aware of was, I didn’t know where my destination is.
Well as I stepped in the bus, I found myself stared from everyone as if they can read my face. I was amazed to see the fragile interiors of the bus, which was close to falling apart. Taking off my eyes from its interior, I tried to find any seat but luck wasn’t with me. I had to stand holding a pole which was itself not stable. While looking around I was more surprised to see the creativity of painter or whoever wrote poetries inside bus saying ”wafa na ki tu kia kia”, “dil day chukay sanam”…”aesay tu na dekh”..”dekh magr pyar say“. ”katelana nazrain” and God knows what else.
I was going through all these phrases when someone said “BAJI KERAYA”…then I said to myself okay! so this is conductor sahib, who apart from creating noise pollution on our roads, does this too. I gave him the rent but when for my own satisfaction I asked if this bus is going to Guru mandir. Conductor laughed and then he told “baji ap ulti bus may carh gaeen, ap dosri side say bus lain”. I was like OH MY GOD! New bus means again climb a mountain!!…
Well, I got off from that bus, crossed the road and got on another bus. I had to stand at foot step all the way as it was so full. Street vendors get on and off at various bus stops knowing there is no space to even stand but they want to tempt you with their sub-standard cuisines. Same goes with beggars who with their depressed, innocent gazes embarrass you for having hands and feet until you are compelled to give them some money.
Leaving all this behind, luckily I reached to my destination though I got off from bus two stops before I actually had to leave. As I didn’t know the actual address…I had to wander about one hour here and there so that anyone could tell me the way! Thanks to a lady who was going to some school near my college. Like this I reached somehow.
It’s 3yrs now travelling in bus and now I have discovered that it takes a feat of supreme athleticism in getting on and off the moving bus while dodging cars and having your life in your hands. I have already gathered many near-death experiences. These three years taught me some valuable lessons about real life. I know now that these buses carry people who are like you and me. The stained glasses of buses may get those people faces look dirty and concealed but now I can sense their condition and circumstances they are facing. So, if you are born in a luxurious family, never experienced bus, I would be glad if you take my advice. The next time the rickshaw driver ask you for handful rent..Teach him and yourself a lesson by flagging down a bus. Your lesson will surely be in a form of experience!