Aha! The ladies’ turn now… here we go:
f1. The no-matter-what, I-will-get-a-seat kind – these women are on the constant look-out and will do nothing short of a long jump to grab a seat at the first given chance. They also hold the record for relegating the m4 types to the rear of the bus, all bags packed!
f2. The mera-chota-bachcha-needs-a-seat kind – these mommies believe that their 10-12 year-old bonny sonny boys are too young to be left alone and hence need to be proffered a seat next to mommy dearest, what if there are a coupla old grannies standing, clutching on to dear life?!
f3. The I-shall-hog-the-maximum-seat-space types – these obviously very well-fed middle aged aunties believe that if their neighbours are having trouble squeezing into the 2-seater, then obviously it has to be a problem for the BMTC, they need do a re-think about the seat sizes!!
And then of course how can I forget the other characters who add colour to these scenes?
o1. Our dashing drivers who must imagine themselves to be Karthikeyan or Schumaker on a F1 circuit as they rip and zip through the narrow Bengalooru bylanes.
o2. And the ever-so-charming-conductors who don’t miss an opportunity to pocket some dough, by not giving the tickets and handing back half the money; some go as far as taking the money, not giving u the change till u need to get down, then as u struggle to alight at ur stop, make away with the ticket to be given to somebody else!! Disgusting!
Well I know I have been largely critical, but as I said earlier these are the people who lend themselves to observation by doing what they do. This doesn’t mean that our BTS buses are devoid of the other kinds – we have the pawn-chewing and spewing, mobile-toting babus who still believe that cell-phone-talks-warrant-bellowing; the ultra-chic-dazzling-babes and PYTs from the MCCs or JNCs; the middle-class-9-to-5-office-going-ladies-gang which talks nineteen-to-the-dozen; the engineering-college-gangs-cramming-for-internals and of course the I-get-a-cozy-seat-I-doze kind or the book-worms who have this u-mind-ur-own-business and I’ll-mind-mine attitude (now u know, which category I belong to ;)) Interesting…huh??
I’ve seen some weird and strange happenings on a bus, but this one surely takes the cake…
One day, I get into a bus at Kru Ra Marukatte (KR Market for the uninformed) and thankfully ease into a seat next to an already seated lady. The bus moves and this lady starts dozing, nothing funny in that, she must’ve had a tiring day. A few mins later, I see that there’s some liquidy stuff dripping onto her saree. I’m puzzled, on closer look… I’m aghast! She is nodding, in a saliva-dripping (jollu-suris-ing in Kannada will explain it better)-kind-of-deep-slumber!! As I squirm in my seat, I can’t help but notice that every two seconds she wakes up and wipes her mouth, but before long she’s at it again…this was a first for me…how could anybody sleep like that in a bus!!!
Well, as I said, traveling in a bus will never fail to throw these kinda surprises one’s way!! Try it, take a bumpy bus ride for a change…