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Life in the Metro

Friday, February 6th, 2009

In a crazy world every job can be interesting. Well, sometimes a bit too frustrating. While coming back home in the bus, there was a small altercation in Marathahalli. A scooter rider riding the wrong way stopped the bus to yell at them. Cause, you know , he is on the road on his scooter(what if on the wrong side?) and don’t you have eyes in your stupid face, how dare you try and start the bus as if I didn’t matter? What if he had died? Then there are threats of physical violence and all the other things people threaten each other with.

An old man got into the bus as this was happening. IT was not a usual stop for the bus, but since the bus was not moving due to fight you know. The scooter guy rode off, and this new man asks the conductor.

“Does this go to Kodihalli?”

“No. Cross the road, and you will get buses.”

“But I want to go to Kodihalli”

“Get down from this bus. Take another from the other side of the road”

“No. I want to go to Kodihalli.”

The conductor is losing it, and he asks him to get down. The man is obstinate, and he is NOT going to get down. This goes on for some time.

In the end they managed to kind of push him out of the bus. Apparently BMTC employees have a high suicide rate. I don’t wonder why.

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A day in life

Monday, November 17th, 2008

Today a young man in his early twenties decide to press my bottom taking advantage of the moderate rush in the bus while getting down. I stare at him, and he has an infernal smile playing on his lips. I get down and he does it again. The touching. I walk away deciding getting harassed is the lot of the women anyway muttering Oedipus under my breath. A few minutes later I see he is close on my heels and with that smile in his lips that tells me see I touched your butt and you can’t do naught. So I stop and point my finger at his face and say ‘So you touched me there, Oedipus.. Oedipus’ He is taken aback. ‘Do you know what Oedipus did, you Oedipus?’ and he stammers a ‘what?’. I walk away my head held high and laughing to myself.

The next intersection I had to wait for some minutes, but he still hadn’t caught up with that short distance. In fact he barely moved from where I left him wondering what it is he is supposed to do.

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taking (for) a ride

Wednesday, November 12th, 2008

I must look absolutely naive. Why else would everyone try to fool me into parting with my hard-earned money?
Today the conductor in the volvo tried to tell me the Rs20 which is mine is actually hers. But then she had tried it the other day with Rs5 too, so I am like so this is your scam?

I hate people.

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