The otherside of a boring busride

Let me put this in a nutshell. Even I want to write something on very trivial matters make it look great. After brainstorming on a lot of matters, I suddenly settled to write about the usual and boring bus ride that I take everyday from work to my place. Daily, I catch bus from Indian Express(in Bengaluru!!) to Murugeshpalya aka Kempfort. The whole journey lasts around fourty five to sixty minutes in peak hours. When I boarded the bus at Indian Express, I had a staunch belief that this ride would be no different from others. But I would be proved wrong because I wanted myself to be proved wrong. After making the driver believe that I actually carried a bus pass, I came to stand near seat with three muslim ladies with a small girl child. That particular girl child caught my attention with her inquisitveness. She was very much interested to explore the bus and get to know about more things, for she was around an year old. The mother and aunts of the child tried to restrain her movement. But they failed to do so every single time. Just then a guy with a green Tee-shirt( even, I was wearing one ) boarded the bus and blocked the way of the infant.That guy was smitten by the bee like activeness of the beautiful kid and started playing with the kid. He made the kid stand on the top of the headrest of the seat.To everyone's surprise including me, he even made her to hang on to the handrails(remained me of gymnasts hanging from parallel bars!!), which she did with great ease considering her tender hands.The toddler thoroughly enjoyed the occasion. the girl was all smiles and was very happy. I was very happy for the tiny tot. By this time, the bus had reached Trinity circle. Then a man came and stood beside me. I was really uncomfortable because his both hands were full of colorful and shining rakhis. I am sure that there was atleast 8-10 rakhis. Then, it struck me that it was Rakshabandhan that day and even I had a rakhi tied to my wrist for the first time in my life (Thanks to lil sis Preeti!!). The 'rakhi man', as I thought of calling him, was happily speaking over the cellular.After the rakhi man, my attention was caught by a fair and gorgeous girl with a jet black hair( According to me, it is peculiar for a North Indian!! ), who was fiddling her mobile phone (hmm.. a Nokia !!). Even she looked happy. I started thinking in a queer way. I always wanted to see and experience the life of complete strangers( like these people) from their point of view and see what I can learn from their life. It would be for sure a life changing experience and wondered if something like that could materialize for good. It is much like the concept of time machine which everyone wants to experience but everyone knows that it is unreal. These barrage of thoughts seemed to kindle something inspiring in my mind and I felt it to be something of a much needed change. The seemingly dull bus ride that night made me realise one thing that I would have missed to de-board the bus at Murugeshpalya with all these queer thoughts had not the conductor shouted "Murugeshpalya, Murugeshpalya" standing near me and brought me into the real existence.

Let's celebrate India!!

On the 62nd Independence day of India, I had to get up early from the bed. That was a remarkable day for me for two reasons because one of my best and dearest friend was leaving for United States on August 15 to pursue higher studies. Obviously, the second reason was August 15. Every year , this day meant something to me not only because of patriotic reasons but also for the character of the country to bounce back from every stumbling block over the centuries. I have seen people always complaining about India not acheiving this or that, and start denoting her in a negative tone. Even, I was one of those people. But, looking on the positive side, this country has acheived so much and given this world many a great people like Mohandas Karamchand Gandhi, Mother Teresa, A.P.J.Abdul Kalam etc., and many tremendous concepts like zero(seems silly huh!!). Instead of cursing and feeling desperate, I think it is time that we start celebrating India with a positive attitude . Given that, no other country in the world is as complex as India, and has a deep urge to prove itself to itself and the world. Even though the path to development is strewn with hinderances and non-progressive minds, She is trying to prove herself with time. You don't have to give excuse to celebrate India!! Celebrate India for what She is and how She is!! This positive attitude will spread like the terrorising swine flu and infect people to work for improvement and improve India. Jai Hind!!