I took the longest bus ride ever ..
Bangalore.
It’s a Friday evening just before an extended holiday season weekend in November.Everyone has been applying for leaves from their office’s to go home and enjoy the warmth and happiness of meeting their loved ones or either enjoying a short but sweet vaccation. Also, who doesn’t like celebrating festivals and thus taking a break from their usual hustle.
I get done with my work at office and am mentally in a happy place knowing that I don’t have to work on weekends and can chill without any problem in my nothing box. In case you don’t know what a nothing box is :
This explanation is from a video I watched on Youtube by a famous speaker called Pastor Mark Gungor
Men’s brains, he says, are made up of little boxes, all carefully stacked, making sure they don’t touch each other. A box for the car, a box for the job..
The nothing box contains nothing and it’s the first place men go whenever they get a chance — fishing, mindlessly flipping TV channels…
So,the plan was to take the bus after office.I walk towards the bus depot and reach there only to see heck loads of people waiting for different buses to come.Still hopeful of getting a ticket , I start waiting for the bus.The first one came but only to get filled up even before I was able to lay a single step on it.
Dejected but not hopeless , I waited for the next one.Channeling my inner rowdy Indian, I somehow make way for myself and board the bus.
The bus starts moving after a few minutes, but then again comes to a stand still. I look out and see red lights flashing everywhere.The ignitor was again given and the vehicle had gone a few steps, but ended up crumbling to the traffic signal.Me being completely self aware of my fantastic streak of bad luck, I knew this was going to be a nightmare journey if not worse. ( Read the bus ride taken by Harry Potter in the starting of Prisoner of Azkaban)
I could see people around me sleeping / napping . To make it worse, it starts raining.Things are starting to get messy.
There are half a dozen buses alligned one before the other to get to the highway and take their respective routes to go outside Bangalore.
I open up Google Maps and console myself saying that once the highway entrance is crossed it should be a smooth ride from there.
This and that and 1 hour later …
I arrive at my stop finally and get down all tired and exhausted.I walk towards my society with the only thought of crashing and hitting my bed.
Oh wait!
Did you think I was on my way to a grand vaccation for the holiday season?
Or going back to my actual hometown to celebrate the festive season with my family?
Come on, aren’t eternally infinite bus rides in the glorious Bangalore traffic already enough to clench my thirst of warmth and wanderlust?
Fin.