The other day I was walking to the bus stop when I noticed that one rupee coin we had used for the toss before the match, in my pocket. It's a trend with us. We don't use 2 rupee coins for the toss.
I was new in the team and wanted to get along well with the teammates. We lost the toss and were asked to bowl. I was standing next to the leg umpire. The batsman pulled and the ball top edged his bat and was high in the air. Something clicked in my mind. If I grab this catch, I would make it permanently into the team. Then, I would stand near the boundary and grab one like Raina and I will be compared to superman by the commentators and before I could win the award for the best catch, the ball fell directly on my head and I was back in reality again. It pained badly and suddenly I realized that if I were to die of this wound, I would be compared to Paul walker or Phil Hughes, dying when doing something they loved. Everybody encouraged me that it was not a problem but I could see their faces. They were like hulk and Deadpool combined. That innings ended and it was our turn to bat. There are three stumps and I would ask the umpire to guide me to stand straight to a particular stump, so I would raise my ring finger to show him that I want to stand straight to the leg stump. Then he would ask me to whether to go a bit further or backwards accordingly. It's called taking guard. That day, my friend asked me to stand straight to the middle stump, some strategy he had built to counter the bowler. As soon as I took guard for the middle stump, I was thrown out of the ground and fined for abusing during a match.
So, by the time I reached the bus stop, it was past the seventh song on my Apple 64gb, with camera, with Earphones, with a Mercedes, with a apartment flat in burj khalifa and tesseract, 2nd gen Ipod. If you didn't get it, I was just showing off my earphones. The bus trip was packed with entertainment. Bus trips, long or short, are often filled with different kinds of people, or you can say different varieties.
The first row will be occupied by commuters who have to travel for a long distance, not getting disturbed by people at bus stops during the journey. Another reason being, they are talkative. They would start some random conversation with the driver, and the driver needs a ear to listen too. He would explain his grief or moments with that commuter. When a passenger does something awful, the driver first scolds him and when it's settled, the driver talks to the first row passenger about the same matter in detail.
The second row is generally occupied by people who are in a hurry to get down before any one else does. One of the two doors of the bus is after the second row and another before the second from last row. The second row passengers get down kinda like Usain bolt. I assumed a reason being, the 'Special chai waala' has a specific time of visit and if you don't reach office by that time, you are doomed. You have to drink that regular office Chai. The second row passengers are also those who are interested in listening to the stories of the driver and the first row passengers but would not like to be a part of it. You can compare them to the 'Pados waali aunty'.
The third row, which is after the front door, is occupied by people same as the second row, only a bit less curious about why did the driver do what at when and how.
The fourth, fifth, sixth, seventh and eighth row are occupied by passengers because the first three rows are already taken and they have to stop their curiosity about the what, when, why of the driver.
The only difference between the ninth row passengers and the second row passengers are that the ninth row passengers are more curious about the life story of the conductor. His seat is usually a single seat after the ninth row. Ninth row may also have passengers so curious about the conductor's story, they may note down everything and then post a article on their blog with their own title and a little fiction. No, stop looking at me!
Some ninth row passengers sneakily make friends with the conductor. So sneakily that the conductor sometimes smells something fishy. The 'conductor friendly' passengers have a thin ray of hope, as thin as the word 'thin', that that conductor would some time later be a superstar like somebody we already have, I don't have to mention his name.
I noticed two passengers in the tenth row having a conversation about GST for a long time. Both of them boasting their GST knowledge as if they were Arun Jaitley and Manmohan Singh themselves. When one of them called the other one Arun, I turned my eyes to the corner of my eyeball towards them without turning my face just to confirm that what I had assumed was not in reality. Then, one of them asked about the full form of GST on which the other person replied something beautifully which confirmed their knowledge on GST and what they would have talked about for 25 minutes on that topic. The other person said, 'Nothing can be said for now, everybody is confused about GST, sometime from now, we will get all our answers.' So, you know what kind the tenth row people are. The back gate is before the tenth row.
The eleventh row, which is also the last one always puts me in nostalgia, now that I don't go to school anymore. 11 children on a seat capacity of 5 with 3 more sitting on their lap. Every group has a person whose jokes are the funniest and one person on whom the majority of the jokes are made. I could easily identify both of them in that group. The one on whom all the jokes are made was definitely the one in the center. One amongst the group, who was on the window seat would slap him on the back of his head and then act like posing for a candid picture. Then one from another corner would take his shot.
The lobby or the ramp, the space between seats on the left and seats on the right, is occupied by passengers who would travel for a short distance. When the seats are full and somebody wants to sit, he would keep an constant eye on the faces and body movements of all those seated. Any suspicious activity, apart from being normal and staring at the bald head of the passenger in front, and he runs towards that seat faster than flash. Flash, the red suit superhero and not flash, like flashlight.
Foot board travelers are the most fun and thrill loving passengers. As I stood there near the 8th row, waiting for somebody to get up as the bus arrived at a stop, nobody got up. But some college students boarded the bus and instead of occupying the ramp, they would stand near the foot board. They love music more than you and me and are excellent artists. Bang! Live concert has begun and there are 5-6 performers at the front gate and 4 at the back. Their coordination is better than one direction. They have a sense of mechanical science too. They know how hard to hit on the steel plate to produce different kinds of sounds. They start with classical music and perform all forms of music including rock, hip-hop, jazz and what not.
This was the first photo, when I googled 'Foot-board Travel'. See the fun? Well, do not ever try this at "Home", at work or anywhere else.
Next on list are the thrill lovers. They travel on foot board and because the bus in focus is an Indian bus, doors are absent. They would hold a pole with one hand and the other hand is used for gestures, a part of their performance. One leg on the foot board and the other waving in air. When there is place only for half-a-foot, their comes Economical passengers. They would hang from the gates and as soon as they spot ticket checkers at the bus stop, some mystical powers turns them into Usain bolt and before the bus could stop, they would run and run like their life depended on it.
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I was new in the team and wanted to get along well with the teammates. We lost the toss and were asked to bowl. I was standing next to the leg umpire. The batsman pulled and the ball top edged his bat and was high in the air. Something clicked in my mind. If I grab this catch, I would make it permanently into the team. Then, I would stand near the boundary and grab one like Raina and I will be compared to superman by the commentators and before I could win the award for the best catch, the ball fell directly on my head and I was back in reality again. It pained badly and suddenly I realized that if I were to die of this wound, I would be compared to Paul walker or Phil Hughes, dying when doing something they loved. Everybody encouraged me that it was not a problem but I could see their faces. They were like hulk and Deadpool combined. That innings ended and it was our turn to bat. There are three stumps and I would ask the umpire to guide me to stand straight to a particular stump, so I would raise my ring finger to show him that I want to stand straight to the leg stump. Then he would ask me to whether to go a bit further or backwards accordingly. It's called taking guard. That day, my friend asked me to stand straight to the middle stump, some strategy he had built to counter the bowler. As soon as I took guard for the middle stump, I was thrown out of the ground and fined for abusing during a match.
So, by the time I reached the bus stop, it was past the seventh song on my Apple 64gb, with camera, with Earphones, with a Mercedes, with a apartment flat in burj khalifa and tesseract, 2nd gen Ipod. If you didn't get it, I was just showing off my earphones. The bus trip was packed with entertainment. Bus trips, long or short, are often filled with different kinds of people, or you can say different varieties.
The first row will be occupied by commuters who have to travel for a long distance, not getting disturbed by people at bus stops during the journey. Another reason being, they are talkative. They would start some random conversation with the driver, and the driver needs a ear to listen too. He would explain his grief or moments with that commuter. When a passenger does something awful, the driver first scolds him and when it's settled, the driver talks to the first row passenger about the same matter in detail.
The second row is generally occupied by people who are in a hurry to get down before any one else does. One of the two doors of the bus is after the second row and another before the second from last row. The second row passengers get down kinda like Usain bolt. I assumed a reason being, the 'Special chai waala' has a specific time of visit and if you don't reach office by that time, you are doomed. You have to drink that regular office Chai. The second row passengers are also those who are interested in listening to the stories of the driver and the first row passengers but would not like to be a part of it. You can compare them to the 'Pados waali aunty'.
The third row, which is after the front door, is occupied by people same as the second row, only a bit less curious about why did the driver do what at when and how.
The fourth, fifth, sixth, seventh and eighth row are occupied by passengers because the first three rows are already taken and they have to stop their curiosity about the what, when, why of the driver.
The only difference between the ninth row passengers and the second row passengers are that the ninth row passengers are more curious about the life story of the conductor. His seat is usually a single seat after the ninth row. Ninth row may also have passengers so curious about the conductor's story, they may note down everything and then post a article on their blog with their own title and a little fiction. No, stop looking at me!
Some ninth row passengers sneakily make friends with the conductor. So sneakily that the conductor sometimes smells something fishy. The 'conductor friendly' passengers have a thin ray of hope, as thin as the word 'thin', that that conductor would some time later be a superstar like somebody we already have, I don't have to mention his name.
I noticed two passengers in the tenth row having a conversation about GST for a long time. Both of them boasting their GST knowledge as if they were Arun Jaitley and Manmohan Singh themselves. When one of them called the other one Arun, I turned my eyes to the corner of my eyeball towards them without turning my face just to confirm that what I had assumed was not in reality. Then, one of them asked about the full form of GST on which the other person replied something beautifully which confirmed their knowledge on GST and what they would have talked about for 25 minutes on that topic. The other person said, 'Nothing can be said for now, everybody is confused about GST, sometime from now, we will get all our answers.' So, you know what kind the tenth row people are. The back gate is before the tenth row.
The eleventh row, which is also the last one always puts me in nostalgia, now that I don't go to school anymore. 11 children on a seat capacity of 5 with 3 more sitting on their lap. Every group has a person whose jokes are the funniest and one person on whom the majority of the jokes are made. I could easily identify both of them in that group. The one on whom all the jokes are made was definitely the one in the center. One amongst the group, who was on the window seat would slap him on the back of his head and then act like posing for a candid picture. Then one from another corner would take his shot.
The lobby or the ramp, the space between seats on the left and seats on the right, is occupied by passengers who would travel for a short distance. When the seats are full and somebody wants to sit, he would keep an constant eye on the faces and body movements of all those seated. Any suspicious activity, apart from being normal and staring at the bald head of the passenger in front, and he runs towards that seat faster than flash. Flash, the red suit superhero and not flash, like flashlight.
Foot board travelers are the most fun and thrill loving passengers. As I stood there near the 8th row, waiting for somebody to get up as the bus arrived at a stop, nobody got up. But some college students boarded the bus and instead of occupying the ramp, they would stand near the foot board. They love music more than you and me and are excellent artists. Bang! Live concert has begun and there are 5-6 performers at the front gate and 4 at the back. Their coordination is better than one direction. They have a sense of mechanical science too. They know how hard to hit on the steel plate to produce different kinds of sounds. They start with classical music and perform all forms of music including rock, hip-hop, jazz and what not.
This was the first photo, when I googled 'Foot-board Travel'. See the fun? Well, do not ever try this at "Home", at work or anywhere else.
Next on list are the thrill lovers. They travel on foot board and because the bus in focus is an Indian bus, doors are absent. They would hold a pole with one hand and the other hand is used for gestures, a part of their performance. One leg on the foot board and the other waving in air. When there is place only for half-a-foot, their comes Economical passengers. They would hang from the gates and as soon as they spot ticket checkers at the bus stop, some mystical powers turns them into Usain bolt and before the bus could stop, they would run and run like their life depended on it.
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