Public transport musings

There is something very philosophical about travelling by bus especially to work. Initial feelings of saving the pains of having to be alert processing multiple angles of traffic and pedestrians much like an AWACS. This is guaranteed to drain your batteries even before you reach half way to your destination. Depending on the distance to travel, you are bound to save substantial amounts of money. And considering the wet weather in  town (which, btw is NOT due to the copius tears shed due to the exit of Yeddy as he would like is too believe....we call it rain ), it's certainly a better option to commute.

And when  you look around the fellow passengers, you see a sampling of the World around us that you probably chose to ignore or considered it being out of  your way. The casual and care free student fiddling furiously on his/her phone, quickly utilising the government quota of 100 sms for the day.... The daily wage worker who cannot afford  turning up late, traffic jams be damned...the foreign sounding artisan who speaks  a language sounding like the filmy villain... The fellow IT yuppie who either dishes out a smartphone or a training manual en route.. The Senior citizen who has to check if his pension has been remitted to his bank account  at the other end of town....... whatz this called .. Internet being out of reach for him thanks to 'lots of viruses which may nullify his bank balance'..  The ' nosey' neighbour who would like to deconstruct your life by peering into your book or phone.... The utterly confused bozo who is probably heading in the wrong direction... The bus conductor who manages to squeeze through the crowded bus end to end effortlessly and generally dishing out free advice to you on your inert suicidal tendencies or disposition to be glued to your phone while balancing near the exit...the budding Djs who insist on blaring FM radio on their phone speakers much like the firangi Karbonn mobile ad.. The loud mouth who insists on yelling on his phone...guess their phones are rated in terms of ' yell times' instead of ' talk times'..

Not to  speak of the insight..or rather ' out-sight' one gets to observe the world outside your bus... The IT ma'am who is barely able to keep her car from ramming the vehicle in front but is still on her  hands-free attending to a business call which would probably earn her credit for being so dedicated, flexible enough to work beyond stipulated work hours...accidents you say? ...what is that? The wry police inspector who is looking to make a fast buck out of hapless motorists..