'Enjoyable' Trips

I travel much on public locomotives, buses especially. So many hours of my life is spent on buses. It is not an interesting journey that anyone embarks on if what the journey, destination and the route one chooses are quite mundane and drab. On occasions i think of converting hours long bus travel into anything productive. The first of my effort was to look for places on the way and know them fully well, an added wisdom thanks to years of travelling. Second i started noting down the numbers of the buses and their seating capacity and the years of their make. Third i thought of travelling on all the buses that shuttle between the destinations i travel regularly, though the work time does not permit that. Fourth i subjected myself to severe experience of forcibly undergoing a reverie each time i travel on the buses. It was of some use to me when i was doing some research work on some literary pieces as some flashes appeared all of a sudden and opened up new fjords. Then i started concentrating on the timing of buses and the chasm between the first and the successive ones. Next i started reading while travelling and amazed at the books i devoured during these travels, i had to abandon this act as it gave too much strain to my eyes. Seventh and final, i have befriended a lot of conductors and drivers and as a result have become a patron of them.

Befriending the workforce that runs buses has taken me to a lot of interesting anecdotes having been told by them. A few days ago when i was travelling, a motor-bike rider misbehaved or violated the rules of traffic and blamed the driver of the bus for the act. The driver, a young man, angered much by the biker's act was on the verge of starting a tiff with him and the pillion. The public intervened and saved the rider from receiving blows. This act led to a series of stories being told by the driver about the misbehaviour of both road users and people who travel on buses. It is quite alright in the morning, barring some stray incidents of male caressing and fondling the female in crowded buses. Whereas night travel offers a treasure trove of incidents. Some time ago in a bus a man was misbehaving with two girls who were sitting in the parallel pews in the bus. A stern warning from the driver made the man sit quiet all through the journey afterwards. On another occasion a man, heavily drunk and almost not in right senses, was sitting in the seat behind and was fondling the woman who was sitting before him. No one could do anything and the woman too lost faith in the stopping of the act. She did a very interesting thing of taking the ring off the finger of the man and as he was drunk and in the ugly act of physical debauchery, he did not know that. The woman waved to him as he got off the bus the ring. There were also acts committed by drivers and conductors who are supposed to run the buses providing safety to the passengers. I was quite shocked to listen to these stories. Though there is a scarce doubt that pops up in my brain as i ruminate these acts. In atleast a few acts like these the women too enjoy the 'ugly' thing. I may be wrong. There are occasions that force them to be incapacitated. However the doubt lingers on. I thought of writing something else. Somehow i embarked on this not so decent journey.