At the start of a new week, I thought it was perfect to also start my new blog, Passing Moments. Over the past fortnight, my experience in a new city has been interesting. One thing I have realized is that if you can observe the world around you, there are many things you can learn. At a later stage they can be used as good anecdotes too.Traveling on the bus everyday to office has been fun. Now people will say, how can that be? Sweating it out, fighting to find a place to even put a foot on the already over-loaded bus cannot be fun!!! But I don’t know, I am having some time observing people, seeing them and listening to their conversations (this part is not easy in a bus where every one talks at the same time). The one voice that rules over others in the bus is surely that of the conductor. “oh bhai, aage jao”, “India Gate walo niklo”, “bhai ticket”….and the likes continue. The patience with which they have to handle so many people at a time is simply wonderful. Had I been in the place, I wouldn’t have survived an hour.
Then comes the commuters. There are so many kinds of people to be found on the bus that it truly shows the myriad colours of India. Truly a nation with diversity. Sharing seats side by side, it is a common sight to find two women, one in chic clothes, hair nicely done, sunglasses tucked on the hair and an air of confidence in the way she sits while right beside her will be the quintessential Indian women in a sari loosely draped around her body, with bangles dangling on her hands, boisterous mannerisms and an attitude to survive yet another day. Both seem to mingle with the rest of the crowd seamlessly as if they are not really from different worlds but actually co-exist in the same place.
I thank the mobile companies for bringing out such new technologies to us that has given us a companion even when we are alone. Most of the commuters can be seen with the earphones on and smiles on their face. But at the same time I thank my father for not letting me indulge in such devices because if I had done so, I wouldn’t have got the fun I have been getting watching the people around me.
Today an interesting thing happened while I was coming to work. There are “ladies seat” reserved for the women and usually finding them empty, they are occupied by the men. Similar was the case when I boarded the bus. Seeing one such “gentleman” (I purposely quote the word) I told him that he was sitting in the ladies seat. Much to my surprise he looked blankly at me and continued sitting. I tried another time without any result. Not wanting any arguments I gave up. What I want to basically say is that he seemed to be a well-educated “gentleman”, who purposely wanted to ignore my request, in a very gentle manner. Usually this does not happen and people easily oblige to the request, but today was different so wanted to share the experience.
Right now, it’s just the start of the day and I yet have another trip in the bus left for the day.
Then comes the commuters. There are so many kinds of people to be found on the bus that it truly shows the myriad colours of India. Truly a nation with diversity. Sharing seats side by side, it is a common sight to find two women, one in chic clothes, hair nicely done, sunglasses tucked on the hair and an air of confidence in the way she sits while right beside her will be the quintessential Indian women in a sari loosely draped around her body, with bangles dangling on her hands, boisterous mannerisms and an attitude to survive yet another day. Both seem to mingle with the rest of the crowd seamlessly as if they are not really from different worlds but actually co-exist in the same place.
I thank the mobile companies for bringing out such new technologies to us that has given us a companion even when we are alone. Most of the commuters can be seen with the earphones on and smiles on their face. But at the same time I thank my father for not letting me indulge in such devices because if I had done so, I wouldn’t have got the fun I have been getting watching the people around me.
Today an interesting thing happened while I was coming to work. There are “ladies seat” reserved for the women and usually finding them empty, they are occupied by the men. Similar was the case when I boarded the bus. Seeing one such “gentleman” (I purposely quote the word) I told him that he was sitting in the ladies seat. Much to my surprise he looked blankly at me and continued sitting. I tried another time without any result. Not wanting any arguments I gave up. What I want to basically say is that he seemed to be a well-educated “gentleman”, who purposely wanted to ignore my request, in a very gentle manner. Usually this does not happen and people easily oblige to the request, but today was different so wanted to share the experience.
Right now, it’s just the start of the day and I yet have another trip in the bus left for the day.
At the start of a new week, I thought it was perfect to also start my new blog, Passing Moments. Over the past fortnight, my experience in a new city has been interesting. One thing I have realized is that if you can observe the world around you, there are many things you can learn. At a later stage they can be used as good anecdotes too.
Traveling on the bus everyday to office has been fun. Now people will say, how can that be? Sweating it out, fighting to find a place to even put a foot on the already over-loaded bus cannot be fun!!! But I don’t know, I am having some time observing people, seeing them and listening to their conversations (this part is not easy in a bus where every one talks at the same time). The one voice that rules over others in the bus is surely that of the conductor. “oh bhai, aage jao”, “India Gate walo niklo”, “bhai ticket”….and the likes continue. The patience with which they have to handle so many people at a time is simply wonderful. Had I been in the place, I wouldn’t have survived an hour.
Then comes the commuters. There are so many kinds of people to be found on the bus that it truly shows the myriad colours of India. Truly a nation with diversity. Sharing seats side by side, it is a common sight to find two women, one in chic clothes, hair nicely done, sunglasses tucked on the hair and an air of confidence in the way she sits while right beside her will be the quintessential Indian women in a sari loosely draped around her body, with bangles dangling on her hands, boisterous mannerisms and an attitude to survive yet another day. Both seem to mingle with the rest of the crowd seamlessly as if they are not really from different worlds but actually co-exist in the same place.
I thank the mobile companies for bringing out such new technologies to us that has given us a companion even when we are alone. Most of the commuters can be seen with the earphones on and smiles on their face. But at the same time I thank my father for not letting me indulge in such devices because if I had done so, I wouldn’t have got the fun I have been getting watching the people around me.
Today an interesting thing happened while I was coming to work. There are “ladies seat” reserved for the women and usually finding them empty, they are occupied by the men. Similar was the case when I boarded the bus. Seeing one such “gentleman” (I purposely quote the word) I told him that he was sitting in the ladies seat. Much to my surprise he looked blankly at me and continued sitting. I tried another time without any result. Not wanting any arguments I gave up. What I want to basically say is that he seemed to be a well-educated “gentleman”, who purposely wanted to ignore my request, in a very gentle manner. Usually this does not happen and people easily oblige to the request, but today was different so wanted to share the experience.
Right now, it’s just the start of the day and I yet have another trip in the bus left for the day.
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