Ride

By far it is a proven fact that my memory is bad enough to remember names, faces and what not but there is one thing it never forgets and that is my childhood because I have stored that piece in my heart instead of my skull. So, here I am once again lost in those beautiful memories… It happened today when I went to airport to pickup Anjali… and thanks to Bangalore new airport facility we have to travel almost one and half hour in bus and till last time I hate this part the most…. But today when I was in that same red glassy ‘Vayurath’ (that’s what they call it here) with all modern amenities… and once again I was surrounded by memories. Which are confusing to understand as they make me cry when I remember times when I was the happiest person on this world but it makes me laugh on my tears… but it makes up my treasure.


When I was a kid, I used to go to school in our school bus. For years I used to get ready in the morning, wait at the bus stop with other kids, buy some chocolates by emotionally blackmailing mom, pick flowers (there was a "Jhadu wala phool ka paied" that I loved and still do. I visited it this time I was in Ahmedabad. It hasn't changed much… Just looked not as big as I remembered it as a kid. (Weirdly the same thing also happened with a tall uncle. I saw him after about 15 years and he didn't seem that tall at all)), play seven up etc. etc while waiting for the bus. With time we even discovered a magic trick to make the bus arrive if it was late. We wrote "bus aa ja" on sand with our shoes (the fact that the shoes got soiled didn't bother us at all. I love childhood). And magically the bus would arrive. I still believe in the power of wanting something to happen collectively. And it still works.

Yeah, so when the bus came, there was usually a scramble for "window seats". I remember the winning feeling when we(from the younger lot) managed to get a window seat. (However, we never actually remained on our seats. As soon as the bus started, the kids lined up along the aisle of the bus to experience the "superjump" on the numerous road bumpers all the way till the school.) And when we used to cross beneath that railway bridge and luckily if any train used to past at that time... then we all used to make wish. Which seems so funny today but I still did that this time when I passed under that bridge and it was fun to behave like a kid once again.... as if my whole childhood came in front of me in just a fraction of second.... Childhood is indeed precious for me among all other memories and thats why it will always stay in my heart :)

Anyways..... as usual, I have pretty much forgotten the thoughts with which I started this post. But it had something to do with the bus rides.

I decided to go in bus today….. It was a very very boring affair. Half asleep people. Nobody shouted or counted red maruti cars. I usually immersed myself in crossword puzzles or sudoku. But there was one sight for which I waited. There was a small cottage on the way. Quite old and shabby. It was built in the wonderful old fashioned design…. It reminds me of old cottage near my home….. Most of them near the camp area.. one near the temple with grass on its slanting roof. Most of them in ruins now. And it had sunflowers growing all around it. Bright yellow pretty sunflowers. A mere sight of them would make my day.

In Bangalore usually, there is no scope for such eye treats. I thought my journeys would be drab and boring. But haha.. I was proven wrong. Weather today was extremely nice and I was lost in dreams…

I love day dreaming.....

So much about bus ride...... OOOppphs...

Luv

Jyoti