Rickety rackety, rickety rackety….the bus stopped before me. Already brimming with people, I felt if one more individual entered the overflowing container, it would explode! Nevertheless, with little else to fall back on, for commuting back home, I braved the human surplus in that crammed space and entered the bus and became one among the many faces staring into that of another. Rickety, rackety, rickety, rackety…the bus slowly sped away.
As the bus tried to cope with the increasing human crowd, weighing it down, it creaked and winced, at various parts. Sometimes, it felt like the bus would just give way under so much pressure and we would be left in the middle of the road, wondering how to reach home.
The bus was so over-crowded that there was barely space to place yourself ‘inside’ the bus, lest you’d fall out. However, I was privileged enough, to acquire for myself, half-a-square foot of space. Balancing on my toes, while dodging the elbows of strangers jabbing into my face, I almost felt like a ballet dancer! And God do I respect and applaud them for their skill at dancing on their toe-tips…just standing on them for a while leaves you moaning in pain. Rickety, rackety, rickety, rackety….it went on.
To top it all, there were other fellow passengers like me, who were unlucky at finding a seat for themselves, in the crumbling public transport. They eyed every seated-passenger, with opportunity-seeking eyes, at the slightest physical movement made by them…anticipating the vacancy of their seat, so they can rush in and occupy it. Not having found any such opportunity, they started staring at the standing, unlucky ones, like me.
After a long day’s work, standing in half-a-square-foot of space, with no hope of getting a seat to ease the stress on your legs, the last thing you want is to have strange faces staring at you, as though you’re from another planet! But I soon found myself doing the same as there was little else that could help me drift my mind away from the uncomfortable situation, I was in. Rickety, rackety, rickety, rackety….the bus advanced at snail’s pace.
Each time the bus halted to let a relieved passenger get off, ten more forced their way in, making the ride a nerve-testing journey. I guess people here believe in optimum utilization of resources...as they proved! Rickety, rackety, rickety, rackety…. the bus proceeded.
After what felt like a lifetime, my chance to heave a sigh of relief finally arrived. As the bus slowly screeched to a halt at the bus-stop to ease off its own burden, I made my way towards the door to freedom, stepping out from it… I was more than glad to attain independence from my hour-long, claustrophobic existence in the bus.
As I filled my lungs, with the air laden with independence, the bus honked and sped away…rickety, rackety, rickety, rackety…as if saying… “See you tomorrow!”
As the bus tried to cope with the increasing human crowd, weighing it down, it creaked and winced, at various parts. Sometimes, it felt like the bus would just give way under so much pressure and we would be left in the middle of the road, wondering how to reach home.
The bus was so over-crowded that there was barely space to place yourself ‘inside’ the bus, lest you’d fall out. However, I was privileged enough, to acquire for myself, half-a-square foot of space. Balancing on my toes, while dodging the elbows of strangers jabbing into my face, I almost felt like a ballet dancer! And God do I respect and applaud them for their skill at dancing on their toe-tips…just standing on them for a while leaves you moaning in pain. Rickety, rackety, rickety, rackety….it went on.
To top it all, there were other fellow passengers like me, who were unlucky at finding a seat for themselves, in the crumbling public transport. They eyed every seated-passenger, with opportunity-seeking eyes, at the slightest physical movement made by them…anticipating the vacancy of their seat, so they can rush in and occupy it. Not having found any such opportunity, they started staring at the standing, unlucky ones, like me.
After a long day’s work, standing in half-a-square-foot of space, with no hope of getting a seat to ease the stress on your legs, the last thing you want is to have strange faces staring at you, as though you’re from another planet! But I soon found myself doing the same as there was little else that could help me drift my mind away from the uncomfortable situation, I was in. Rickety, rackety, rickety, rackety….the bus advanced at snail’s pace.
Each time the bus halted to let a relieved passenger get off, ten more forced their way in, making the ride a nerve-testing journey. I guess people here believe in optimum utilization of resources...as they proved! Rickety, rackety, rickety, rackety…. the bus proceeded.
After what felt like a lifetime, my chance to heave a sigh of relief finally arrived. As the bus slowly screeched to a halt at the bus-stop to ease off its own burden, I made my way towards the door to freedom, stepping out from it… I was more than glad to attain independence from my hour-long, claustrophobic existence in the bus.
As I filled my lungs, with the air laden with independence, the bus honked and sped away…rickety, rackety, rickety, rackety…as if saying… “See you tomorrow!”
1 Wisecrack(s):
Jaldi se paise save kar aur ek Alto khareed le............ys phir thode aur paise save karke ek bus hi khareed le.....solely for you.......no crowding :)
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