I went to Chennai on Friday for a day’s work and caught the 9.30 pm bus back on the same day. It was a Volvo bus and quite comfortable. As soon as I entered the bus, the sticky humid heat of Chennai was forgotten and I settled into my cozy seat and put my feet up and pushed by seat back a long way until I heard the squeal of terror from an old hag sitting behind me, whom I’d just crushed, and sighed contentedly. It had been a tiring day, made more tiring because of the heat, and I’d sweated all the three litres of water I’d consumed. I took a long swig from my bottle of cold mineral water and held the bottle up against the side of my face. It felt so good. I could feel my body cooling down, and I smiled to myself. I’d be home by 5 am tomorrow, and in the peace and privacy of my own private toilet, I’d answer Nature’s calls. 😀
Just when my eyes were half closed and my mind was imagining something romantic, I heard heavy footsteps climb up through the door and I felt something heavy plonk itself down next to me. I ventured a peek and saw that there was a huge, obese man who was breathing heavily after his exertions of climbing up the three steps of the bus. He wheezed loudly and I thought he was going to have a heart attack, but thankfully, he didn’t. He had a bottle of water in his huge, pudgy hands and he drank half of it in loud gulps. He then leaned back in his seat, turned his head towards me and burped. 😀
I jerked up and glared at this mountain of flesh masquerading as a human being, and made my best angry-disgusted face. He excused himself and three minutes later, he was snoring away. I was apalled. I tried to forget the incident and read my book for the next hour, when the bus stopped for dinner at a wayside restaurant. The fat guy went down, and a few peaceful minutes later, came back up with a creame bun and some Ruffles Lays and these he devoured with an admirable speed. 😀
Just when I thought the trip would be uneventful, the jerk began picking his nose and rolling up his snot into tiny balls and tossing them around. I cried out loud within myself and covered myself with the sheet and tried my best to control my anger!
A harrowing 5-hour ride later, we entered Bangalore and finally, I was free from the indignations of the mountain of snot. The bus driver burped as I was alighting and the auto driver burped as I was getting into the auto. I caught a glimpse of the sky as I climbed in, and saw that the moon was crescent, almost resembling an evil smile! 😀