Traveling on public transport is not a new thing for me for the last 5 years. There was a time too when I hadn’t even used public transport. I used to travel in my father’s car but when I got enrolled in university, my family stopped pampering me😂. My father asked me to use public transport everywhere I wanted to go. According to him, this will help me in individual acquaintances due to increased public exposure. He was not wrong too as this helped me much in many ways and boosted my confidence as well.
For the last 5 years, I have used public transport for myriads of times as my life has become just like a conductor’s life. There have been numerous delightful and harsh moments in many instances. I have become so used to it that reminiscing about any special incident doesn't tinkle anything in my mind. But I will share with you about the journey I have today.
This week I have a long weekend so I thought why not march towards home. I commuted to my home at 8 Am this morning. It takes 4 hours to reach my home and I used to spend this time listening to music and looking across the window but today I can not get the window seat and I was supposed to notice more inside of the bus than outside of the bus.
I plugged in Handfrees and started listening to music by closing my eyes and taking support of my seat as I believe you can enjoy music just by feeling it. I was entering a new world with each lyric until the shrilling and piercing sound of a crying kid didn't knock my ear. The pitch of the kid was so boisterous that it even drilled through my headphones. It was too irritating for me. I looked around and found it was an echo of an almost 2-year-old kid sitting on the lap of her mother who was traveling alone with three kids.
I just put a glance and closed my eyes again as her mother might have appeased him. It might have taken just 5 minutes when the vociferous voice of a “Challi wala” (corn vendor) resonated in my ear. So I quit the idea of visualizing a “solace world”. I checked my phone and found myself in no network area. I opened a book in soft form but can not focus on that. I was left with no other option except to notice people in the world and live their lives. I have a habit of it, I just visualize how one is living his life.
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First, I looked toward the driver. He had none to do with what is happening on the bus. He was not caring whether there is any seat left on his or not, why passengers are fighting with the conductor on the fare, and why that kid was weeping. He was just staring at the road and listening to the horns of vehicles behind him. In his mind, he might be thinking about the smog that has surrounded the entire area. He might be thinking of reaching his destination on time as well as taking care of his bus and passengers not being hit due to his negligence.
The second person who diverted my attention was the bus conductor. He was bald-headed and looked witty. He was querulous and obstreperous. And I was wondering how someone manages to be that clamorous all the time.
Aside from me was sitting a lady with her three kids and that boisterous kid was sleeping in her lap. The other two siblings were sharing the sole seat. They were cute and calm. I used to carry chocolates with me during travel. I extracted chocolate from the bag and gave it to them. They refused at first but then accepted after the consent of their mother and shared giggles.☺️
Behind me I heard two girls who were gossiping about a wedding ceremony. They were making fun of someone and enjoyed their blather for a long while as I was curious to know the whole scenario😂.
Within all this, my phone beeped by a notification indicating me that I have entered in network area now and I switched off my observation mood and got busy on my mobile .
At 12PM , bus dropped me on my hometown and this is how my commute ended.
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I hope you might have enjoyed it.
This is my entry for hivelearners weekly post.
