Eight Month Hiatus
After eight long months I finally travelled in a public transportation bus today. Don’t even ask how it felt!
Well, post-renal trouble, I have always been afraid of travelling in the Public Transportation Buses (Both DTCs and Blue Lines). Just a mental block, nothing medical you know. But today I had to travel in PTB (:D). Since I had to reach an obscure point (UP-Delhi Border) with no convenient medium for access (metro ends about 5 km early), and no money for a comfortable auto-rickshaw; hence stuck with the only option of a PTB. Hmm…
So I got off at the Shahdara Metro station, took a snap of the map of the proposed metro line coming to Vaishali (that would be close to my home). A sweeper observed me and came to me and said: “Video bana lo sahab par dhyan rakhna agar unhone dekh liya to fir 500 rupaye fine lagega” (Make a video if you want to but keep in mind if some one sees you, you’ll be fined Rs. 500). I explained to him that I am just taking a snap of the map, he asked me to go pick up a metro brochure. That was an intelligent idea, yes!
Anyhow, listening to my own music in my new N73M, I pranced out. “Welcome”, Midday Sun said. Agony! Pain blinded my soul. Ah well, that was just the heat and the heat-y feeling you get (if you know what I mean) when you walk in the sun. Prompt, I was, to take out my cap (always in my bag) and flash it on my head, hoping to get some respite. Only, I started to sweat. Sweet! Last thing I needed (don’t give me that sweat is body’s temperature control theory). I sweat as much as a hog hogs.
anyhow, now I needed directions. but the exterior of the station was devoid of any existence. Hell! It was Martian surface. Who wants to enjoy the sun, anyway? Luckily, to my aid a sequence of telecommunication shops “STD/ISD/PCO” booths. (Did you know PCO stands for ‘Public Call Office’? Note: Humans are strange, complex beings). After a quick interview I was given directions to the place i sought:
- the first dude told me the place is at least 8 km away and i have to take the bus from the near-end of a flyover on the road facing me.
- the second dude told me the place is 2-3 km far and a bus from the extreme-end is needed. the near-end won’t serve.
- on road, a third dude told me that both dude 1 and dude 2 were perhaps Neptunians (of course he used local words) for the place is only 15 minutes away and that i could take the bus from anywhere.
Funny, for a bus that would have started from the extreme end could go towards the destination only from the near-end. But well, i intend to stay away from my discourse on human behaviour.
Anyhow, finally I was at the bus stop. There was a bus standing at the stop. I asked the driver if it goes to Apsara Border. No was the prompt reply. I approached the rear of the bus and asked the conductor if the bus goes to Apsara Border; No came the reply. A rickshaw wallah humbly advised me to board the same bus since it was the only bus in the next 20 minutes that would go to Apsara Border. Flummoxed, I boarded the bus. The conductor amicably sold me the ticket. 15 minutes later i got down at Apsara Border, got an ETA 0000 message. Contact at 0005. Rescue at 0010.
End of story. Sweet, ain’t it?




