A jerk-y bus journey

This is the first page of my blogging story, which has started like the many, by chance :)

A jerky bus journey

It is said that transportation is the backbone of economy. If it is so, the trio of the states MP, UP and Bihar, is sure to come in the spineless invertebrates. Particularly the experiences people have while travelling in public transport. I am lucky enough to survive these bus rides regularly, for which I thought of writing it for the historical records.

My bus journey started on ‘foot’. Yes, you got it right! On foot. After leaving from my coaching class, I reached the bus stop.  Within a few seconds, a bus came rushing to the stop, with a speed just less than the speed of light! Not exaggerating, but lesser than the speed of light of a bike moving besides it. Thus prevaricating Einstein’s theory of relativity and everything what I learnt in coaching class just some minutes ago. The bus generously stopped a few hundred meters away, making us run, thus caring for the cardiac health of the squires too.

           Alas! What a bus it was. It had grandeur equivalent to that of a stray animal-catching vehicle. The symbolic modern art made on the exterior part of the bus’ body completely arrested me, whose courtesy went to betel squirters sitting inside the bus like spitting cobras, wasting their venom in doing an articulate art work.

The tattered seats and the dilapidated bus forced me to contemplate my eligibility to travel by that bus. Whether the bus will reach my destination was a mystery and where did it begin from was a history. While analysing this, I found out that the bus had already left. But a co-traveller sympathised me that the bus was designed to move at such a speed that I could catch it at the next square also. Thus began my bus journey on foot.

Lucky enough to catch the bus at the next juncture, I felt a bit luckier when I was privileged to keep 10 fingers of my feet on the floor and the rest of my feet over another’s. The crowd in the bus was such that even the thought of travelling in a stray animal van felt to be satiating. I was also one of the fortunate ones who could find a space on handle bar to cling to and hang on. A pristine handle bar, tied with a rope at one end to the ceiling of that jerky bus.