Its been 2 years since I commuted by the public bus service. Though every 4th day of the month is Bus Day in Bangalore; when everyone are encouraged to use the bus service; I shudder thinking about the experience. Bus was my in my essential check list for years; from the time I went to kindergarten to work; until two years ago. Commuting 30 km either ways was a nightmare each day; hanging around for most part of the journey; half the time sharing a foot of space with 3 other foot; hanging on the foot board with laptop bag and shoulder bag was not a pleasant experience. Jostling and pushing around; and the fashionable me would not compromise on my choice of footwear; that ranged from 1" to 6" heels such that they complimented my attire more than the comfort in a crowded bus.
Last week; I had to take the bus. All these memories flooded me and gradually ebbed away. I have quite forgotten the knack of pushing through the crowd and finding a seat or the smartness to stand farther away from the actual designated bus stop. When has the bus driver ever stopped the bus right in front of the bus stop? My sense in center of gravity seems to have deteriorated as I was finding it difficult to find balance with one foot or to jostle around and push everyone to find my way out.
I had written about the experiences much earlier and thought let me share it once again. Enjoy :)
Adventure!!!
Para-sailing? Bungee jumping? Rock climbing? Trekking? Skiing? River rafting? Para-gliding?
If
these are what your idea of adventure is; which of course I am sure is
expensive in terms of time and money, then read along to find a sport
more adventurous than any of the above. You would be jealous if I say
Ms Commuterix( New term coined for a female commuter - copyright held by Insignia) gets an adrenalin rush going on an adventure each day.
So hear it from the horse's mouth. This is what
Ms Commuterix has to say...
I
don't have any better word than "adventure" to describe the journey on
the mass transport system - metropolitan bus service. They say a
country's progress is determined by how efficient the mass transit
system is. As such, all major cities in India boast of a good
connectivity. People are being advised to take the public transport -
the metro rail and bus to commute. They are called the most efficient
and convenient way to travel, yeah it is......if taken with a pinch of
salt, sugar and any other favorite spice of yours to give it the sweet
but salty and a tangy experience!
It begins with the basic job of
finding the right bus. Its not easy as they claim - Buses available at
regular intervals and all those. You have to pray that the bus has not
left yet; no - its not that you are late in arriving to the bus stop.
Its just that most times, the bus is either very early or too late but
never on time. Poor them, what would they do? With all these traffic,
newly planned one-way and no-way rules which change frequently as our
government; coupled with infrastructure development - flyovers,
underpass, sky bridge and subways to ease traffic congestion. Hoping
that the bus has not left already, one waits at the stop amidst loud
jarring honking, traffic at peak hour when the two-wheels use the
footpath/side-walks as substitute to regular roads so that they can zoom
without delay; without any concern for the folks using the footpaths;
while you keep walking to and fro as each bus stops to see if you can
take the bus. Other disturbances like people rushing
helter-
skelter, chaotic, to reach their destination on time.
Even
if you are on time for the bus, you might miss it for many other
reasons. The bus stopped behind a couple of other buses, you didn't
either notice it or by the time you noticed, the bus moved away.
Sometimes, the bus does not have a proper name board - the destination
mentioned is not legible. Or the bus stopped 300 metres away from the
designated stop and by the time you run carrying your bags and stuff; as
if you are practicing for Olympics, the driver takes off. I have always
observed that such drivers get a wicked pleasure in seeing people run
behind the bus and rushing in while breathing hard. Or sometimes simply
the driver decides in all his authority NOT to stop at this particular
stop. After all, its HIS bus!!
For people who regularly commute
at a particular time like office-goers would choose to travel by same
bus each day. It might be pretty easy for them if they share a good
rapport with driver or conductor. A friendly chat each day with them
would ensure that you don't miss the bus.
Alright, after
undergoing any one of the above ordeal, I manage to hop onto a bus.
There are more amusing experiences waiting in there. Push your way
through only to find the men folks having occupied the entire bus, with
maybe some space left for ladies to stick in. You find the seats
reserved for women(4 seats on each side) has been occupied by ignorant
men. So you reach them by straining you way jostling and pushing around
and then ask them politely to vacate the seat. Its a nightmare. This is
what one can hear - "Why? I cant". "Its not a Ladies seat". You show
them the signboard and they ignore. Ask the conductor to help you, he
either tells them to vacate for the sake of it which is ignored or he
too walks away unheard. Few people indulge in wicked things like
scraping out the notice that says "Ladies". They confront women who ask
them to vacate, in fact bully them in such a way that it makes the lady
who is asking for her right to actually think if she has done anything
wrong.
I came across an amusing incident when a guy who didn't
know the local language was asked to vacate the ladies seat. The bus
co-incidentally had the signboard in local language but there was a
pictorial representation with it. He picked up a fight when asked to
vacate and was stubborn to say it was not a Ladies seat.
Men are
very inconsiderate yeah!. but the worst offenders are the women.No pity to offer a seat if someone is sick, lame, old or pregnant.
They continue to sit like a lifeless rock. So having discovered that
asking to vacate wont make any difference but would create a
uncomfortable scene, I generally stick to the safe-zone and remain
standing.
Image from www.karbonjournal.org/.../detail.php?ID_focus=29
One
can come across several interesting characters while on the bus. A
passenger who stands by the foot board and dons the role of a conductor
and throws instructions to people on the bus as if he is the appointed
one. There's the guy who has opted to switch on the speaker of his
cellphone while hearing to music. Radio-Jockey or is it Phone Jockey?
Community service. So everyone has no other choice but to listen to his
choice of music. And then the teenage college girls who laugh out loud
to any silly jokes to grab attention. The girl in
salwar
who has lost track of where she is and doesn't mind whispering
sweet-nothings to her boyfriend on phone while middle-aged women stare
at her in horror and then continue with their gossips. Elderly gentlemen
who complain how world has changed for bad and how youngsters lack
discipline and respect.
With all these, the bus driver swearing
at the car driver who overtook him and the conductor hastily pushes past
you and way through the crowded bus to have a friendly chat with his
female commuters while ignoring the constant plead of a commuter to
return the remaining money that he is supposed to give back. As I
witness this silently oblivious to the conversation around me, yeah with
my
iPod
on volume loud enough to mute things around me, the driver realizes that
he is approaching a speed breaker or just late enough to avoid a
pothole, one finds thrown off balance.
Image at malibucola.ricjo.org/2008/09/18/crowded-bus/
And
lo! hands emerge from nowhere to help you stand balanced only to linger
around trying to steady you for longer than required. When you want to
turn around and say "Thank you, I am fine.", you realize there's no
point actually trying to confront as he would have disappeared among the
crowd of men. Just as you thought its going to be fine, a fight is
picked up by a lady who feels a guy behind her is standing too close and
the guy confronting her to "buy a car and commute by car" if she is
finding it tough to commute in a crowded bus.
I can make myself deaf; but how can I stop my nose from picking up the smells? A girl chewing mint gum or the man behind who smells as if he has bundled himself with 100s of cigarettes. Also found are men who are yet to get out of their hangover and paan chewing ladies or the ones who could never be caught - who silently fart.
If you are lucky
that day, you do manage to get a place to sit only to be vacated when a
lady with a kid hops on at the next stop. Even if you retain the seat,
just pray that your rest of the journey is uneventful. Probably it might
turn out to be bad one if in case a guy chooses to sit beside you and
has tough time to keep his hands idle!!
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It
requires lots of patience to remain calm while giving a go-by to the
wailing child or an old man looking for a seat - ladies seat always;
thereby, whatever remaining seats that is spared after being hijacked by
guys is also gone.
And after hanging on for your life and your
mood, with all these ruckus; you'll find yourself jubilant and satisfied
to have finished this adventure!!!
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