November 01, 2007
Every father has these major dreams for his daughter. Dreams that he had ever since she was a puny little baby making gurgly noises in the h...
Every father has these major dreams for his daughter.
Dreams that he had ever since she was a puny little baby making gurgly noises in the hospital bed.
I fulfilled a long-pending one of my fathers today.
I rode a crowded MTC bus from Mylapore to T.Nagar.
Yeah, things like his daughter taking Public Transport has become a dream for my father. And I blame him for it. Hey, I was brought up in one total protected car-pick-up-drop way. Sure I'd hear the "When I was your age" stories all the time, but I was sure as hell my parents would never let me take buses when I was in school.
Unfortunately I'm out of school and apparently ready for getting initiated into the Big Bad World, which includes taking the Bus.
Well, it seemed like a fairly simple thing to me at first. Go to the Mylapore stop, wait for the bus which goes to T.Nagar (12B/12G), get in, buy ticket, and get out in T.Nagar.
Step 1 went smoothly, I went to the stop, there was quite a crowd there, each person craning their neck in the same direction. Then the 12B bus came, with people spilling out of it. It was like watching some kind of weirdly choreographed tribal dance. A person would topple out and another would jump in simultaneously.
Topple out, jump in.
Topple out, jump in.
I became so dizzy at the whole display of athleticism that I missed the bus. Not that there would have been any place for me considering people were hanging out of it.
So I had to wait for another fifteen minutes for the next 12B to come.
After the initial jostling in, the bus started.
And it was at that precise moment that all those physics lessons about inertia made perfect sense.
Also, it seemed that people who ride the bus regularly develop some kind of magnetic force in their feet considering I was the only person in the bus who was flying from one end of the bus to the other everytime it stopped/started.
Then a helpful samaritan from the back told me the universal piece of wisdom of all bus-riders - "maela rod irukku ma, adha pudichokknga" (hang on to the rod on top, child), followed by a smirk.
Clearly, the fact that this was my first time on the bus was more obvious than I'd have liked it to be.
I held on to the rod for dear life, although, to the onlooker it might have looked like I was drunk dancing.
The trip lasted for roughly 15 minutes (jostling included) and cost me 3 bucks.
I got down in T.Nagar and called my father to tell him my sob-story only to hear him laughing uproariously on the other end and tell me in between guffaws that he would sleep soundly today because his brat had seen yet another bit of "reality".
Reality can go to hell, scratch that, reality can go ride an MTC bus.
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