Friday, December 14, 2012

Bus Ride-Part 2





Dear Diary,
You know very well that I don’t write an entry unless and until something really important or interesting happened and I just share it with you. You are after all my bestie!
I honestly thought that today is going to be the worst day of my life. Because I missed my usual bus M5 that was never crowded and when I got to Adayar it was around 8:20.
I hate those crowded buses! But I didn’t have a choice this morning as I boarded the 21H that was already packed with people. I was wondering how it was going to accommodate more people since there was still a long way to go about.
I don’t remember where he boarded the bus. I was standing almost near the door and so naturally a lot of people passed money through me to purchase a ticket. At one point of time I heard a kinda gruff voice saying “One Navalur please” and he was extending a 50 rupee note to me.
In spite of the radio I was listening through my headphones, I heard the conductor’s yelling for correct change. This guy was in La La land already. I gently nudged him and asked for a two rupee coin.
It was rather amusing as I watched him balance himself and still dig out his purse to get the required money. I didn’t notice that I was smiling until I returned the ticket to him.
I noticed because he had this weird look on his face. Guess he was trying to figure out why I am smiling.
With that my smile got wider. I just couldn’t control it.
So after that I got a nice window seat right next to the door and it was such a breezy morning. I was sightseeing as usual and it never gets boring.
The next thing I know, the bus stopped with a sudden brake and I got real scared. I almost thought that we crashed into someone or ran over someone.
You know how much I hate road accidents...
That was when I saw him. I saw him starring at me. I don’t know if I can call that starring because he had this intent look fixed on me.
For some reason I didn’t feel awkward with a complete stranger watching me like that. I am not like this right! My usual reaction towards such a situation will be a scowl on my face.
But then...
I looked at him and he looked at me. we both locked eyes. Wow! It was simply awesome!
I loved the way he looked right into my eyes and nowhere else. My heart thumped a little loud that I wondered if the lady sitting next to me could hear it. I felt butterfly flutter in my stomach and at that moment I almost understood Vairamuthu’s songs! (May be I am going a little too far on this song part. But hey! I am hopeless romantic who has been single for a really long time...)
I have never felt that way before it was just too good to be true. The starting of the engine jerked us back to earth.
I almost felt a blush creep up my face and looked away. After that I don’t remember what I saw out that window or what I listened in that radio.
I just remember stealing glances at this guy who was standing right in front of me and was looking at me.
I remember that he was wearing a stripped full sleeve shirt and black formal pants. He was not wearing any ID card. I wished to know the company that he was serving.
He was sporting this 4 day old beard that suited him very well. We both were seeing each other, in a public transport among 50 other people. But we both didn’t care. I don’t know anything about him, but I didn’t care.
I hoped he would make a move and let me know something about him.
I noticed that we were nearing the Navalur stop and I was desperately praying god that he will do something. Anything at all....
I know what you are thinking now. May be I should have done something instead of waiting for him to do something. You can’t blame me. I am a girl and girls never have such guts to approach a guy much less a stranger.
For all I know he could have been married also. But I enjoyed the bus ride this morning.
When he got down in his stopping, he started walking ahead of the bus. When the bus started moving and we went past him, I saw him and he noticed me seeing him.
An involuntary smile crept up my face. He smiled in return and my smile just got wider. He grinned.
Good Lord! He looked really good with that boyish grin. I just hoped he did something heroic and got back to me.
But he never did anything. He just went his way.
I just hope I see him tomorrow as well. I am going to board the same 21H from tomorrow onwards and see if I can catch him again. If I do catch him, I will surely talk to him!
Yours dearly,
Sweety...






Aratrika



Sunday, December 9, 2012

Bus Ride-Part 1




One of the greatest nightmares for a software engineer is not the bugs in his program but the rush in the morning bus he has to board in order to get to work.
From day one, I have been boarding this particular mode of public transport since it was the fastest and most efficient way that was available.
 I live with four of my college friends, who fortunately have jobs in Chennai but none of us work in the same company or at least travel in the same direction.
So it was a usual morning and I came to the bus stop a little late than usual, missing the bus that comes at 8.05 am. The next bus available will be coming by 8.45 and heck it will be too darn crowded. I was praying that the bus wasn’t too crowded.
Once I got into the bus, I was able to find a spot near the first seat of the bus and stood there with the nearby pole as a support. Balancing my bag in one arm I passed a 50 rupee note to the girl who was standing near me and told her that I needed a ticket to Navalur.
She passed it to the conductor who was at the other end of the bus and asked me for one rupee. Apparently the conductor has been shouting at me to give me the said money and I didn’t notice until this girl nudged me.
As I passed on the coin she returned the ticket and the change to me with a smile. I don’t know what the reason behind her smile was.
May be she was listening to her favourite song through her headphones or she was smiling at me...
I kind of shrugged and concluded that it was the former. The later was highly impossible.
After some time she got a seat right next to the front doors and sat down with her sling bag on her lap. My stop was a good 30 minute ride from where I was now and since I didn’t have anything else to do I started watching this girl.
She was happy that she got a window seat and was so interestedly seeing out the window that she never noticed me. I was silently thanking her for not noticing though.
She must be around 20. And she is definitely not working in any of the software companies. She just did not look like the software job girl. I might be wrong, but my intuition said that she is not from any of those companies in the IT Park.
The bus was suddenly stopped with a big jerk and she got a little scared. I could tell by the way she held on to her seat and closed her eyes for a moment. Her hand flew to the area where her heart is and then she looked at me. Guess she was wondering if I knew the reason for the sudden brake. But I was as clueless as she was.
The driver started the bus again after 10 minutes. But those 10 minutes were the wonderful time I spent this morning. We both kind of locked our eyes on each other and she studied me. For a moment I studied myself. Off all days I had decided to wear formals today and I think I look pretty well for a 23 year old guy.
Once the bus started running she looked out the window. But every now and then she would look at me. I started smiling like a goof I was. I could see that I was nearing my stop and had to get down. For the first time in my life I wanted to take a day off just to go behind her. But a stupid voice inside me said it wasn’t worth it and I decided to follow that voice’s advice.
My office was right opposite to the Navalur bus stop. I got down and started walking towards the zebra crossing area. The bus started moving again and I turned around just in time to see the girl looking out the window at me. I smiled and she smiled at me. Her smile grew wide at my smile and I felt like I had won the world. 
Just for a moment I forgot that I was supposed to cross the road and reach my office. Instead I was there standing there at the bus stop, smiling like an idiot and staring at a bus that was slowly receding.





Aratrika