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“Sir you
want AC or non-AC?”
“What is the
difference?”
“Non-Ac bus
has no AC sir, AC bus…”
“I know
that, what is the difference in price?”
“Sir, AC bus
is 100 rupees more.”
“Book
non-AC, I don’t see a good reason to pay a hundred more for AC.”
“Sir, summer
has already started you sure you want to travel in non-AC?”
“It’s okay
if I feel hot I will open the window. I want a good seat I will not travel in
your bus if you give me a seat near the wheel.”
“No sir, the entire bus is empty, it is the
exam season and middle of the week the few people travelling back have all
booked the AC bus, you are the third person to book a seat in this bus, sir.”
“Only three,
wow! What time is the bus?”
“It leaves
at 10:30 and it will reach Bangalore by 6:00 am, sir”
“That’s good.”
“You still
have about 5 hours sir you can go to the beach it is a nice place to spend some
time, sir.”
“Ya I have
been to the beach I will come back at 10:30, thanks boss.”
I have never
quite enjoyed travelling and the bus journey of them all has been the most
painful. Walking down the road towards the beach, I felt it would be apt if I
bid goodbye to Mangalore and the Sunday watching the sun go down the horizon.
The cool breeze
from the sea, aroma from the chat stalls, shouts of kids playing along with the
roar of the waves splashing the beach filled the air.
Walking
towards the waves I looked at the sea, the horizon dotted with ships foreign bound,
the setting sun that looked to have sparked a fire setting ablaze the water and
the sky, sharing the sight with me stood a few couple hand in hand looking at
the sun and then at each other only to blush away with a smile plastered on
their face.
“Sir you are
early, it is still 10:00 pm.”
“Yes, I know
I will wait here.”
“You can
come and sit inside sir.”
“No it is
okay, you said only three people had booked how come so many people are
waiting?”
“No sir
these people are waiting for the AC bus, it leaves at 10:15”
Nodding my
head I walked away from the booking office to wait by the road, as I stood
looking at the lights passing by I heard a voice of an old lady,
“Please my
dear can you exchange seats with me?”
A little
curious I turned in the direction of the voice to look at an old lady talking
to a girl who stood with straight hair tied into a pony that fell onto her back.
Slowly I moved to catch a glimpse of the girl, soft fair cheeks, lips with a
hint of rosy pink that parted ways to give raise to a beautiful smile, black
eyes and think curled eye lashes, slowly she filled my eyes as I stood there
watching the most beautiful I had ever seen.
“The booking
fellow tells me that my seat is right above the wheel but I have a very weak
back. Can you please exchange seats with me?”
“Okay aunty
here you can have my seat.”
"Thank you my dear, you remind me of my grand daughter, thank you so much."
I would have
never done that I smirked as I watched them exchange tickets I wanted to turn
away but her smile I couldn’t take my eyes off her.
Walking away
from the lady she stood a few feet from me, cursing my rotten luck and my
cheapness for opting for the non-AC bus I turned away with a heavy heart.
“Excuse me.”
I heard a
sweet voice call me out as I turned to see her standing by my side with a
smile, trying hard to control but with a huge smile pasted on my face I spoke,
“Hi, you
wanted me… I mean you wanted to talk to me?”
“I just
wanted to know if you were in the 10:15 bus.”
“No I am in
the 10:30 bus but please tell me what can I do for you?”
“I just
wanted to know what time the bus is coming. Those guys at the booking counter
don’t seem to know a thing.”
“Ya I know
these lazy guys have no track of time I tell you my bus is at 10:30 and I am
already here waiting, these people don’t even bother to…”
“Ya… can you
please ask them what time my bus is gonna be here.”
“Yes right
away.” I turned to walk away it was like I had
suddenly contracted a flu of
stupidity, pearls of stupidity is all that seemed to fall out of my big mouth.
I had not walked a few steps from her when the guy from the booking counter ran
up to me,
“Sir, I
wanted to talk to you. We are upgrading you to AC bus we have only three
booking for non-AC bus we will go into a loss if we run a bus for three
people.”
I looked up
immediately to see if the God’s up above were smiling down at me, thoughts of
hugging the guy and dancing had flooded my mind when he spoke out loud,
“Don’t worry
sir you don’t need to pay any extra.”
Quickly
turning to see if she heard him I saw her smiling at me, smacking my forehead I
spoke
“No I will
pay the extra it is okay, what time is the bus coming it is already 10:10 even
madam is waiting.”
“Don’t worry
sir the bus will be here sharp at 10:15.”
“Are you
sure about that?” She walked up to us to join in
“Yes madam,
don’t worry at all.”
“Sir but the
seat that is empty is right above the wheel but you don’t worry I will get it
exchanged with someone later.”
“No it is
perfectly fine, I actually like sitting near the wheel.”
“But you
said…”
“No I enjoy
sitting near the wheel.”
“Oh… Oh okay
sir.” He winked at me and then looked at her with a sly smile.
“What was
that all about?” She asked without a hint of a smile on her face
“Not sure
these guys often get confused they meet so many passengers, I actually never
spoke to him about anything and he just got confused. It is quite surprising…”
“It is quite
surprising that you can speak without breathing.” She smiled as I shut my mouth
to smile back at her.
“It is a bug
I am taking pills for it.”
“Sounds like
a big one when did it bite you, it sounds very new.”
“Yes just
this evening.” I smiled as she turned away with a blush
“I am Arjun
I didn’t get your name.”
“Priya.”
“Priya, that
is a beautiful name.”
“I don’t
think so.”
“No it is I
think it is a really beautiful name.”
“I hate it
and I also hate people who say they like my name. I think it is dumb.”
“Now that
you say it, it is okay but you are so beautiful so anything associated with you
automatically becomes beautiful.”
Immediately
she burst out into laughs
“You mister,
I was trying to pull your leg but you are very good with words.”
“Well when I
am in company of excellence, the best comes out of me.”
“Okay I
think you should stop now, you have my attention.”
Looking at
each other we shared a smile. Nodding my head I looked at the ticket the guy
had handed me,
“What is
your seat number, Arjun?
“21”
“Why are you
smiling, what happened is 21 a bad number?”
“No nothing
it is just that I exchanged seats with an old lady and the now my seat number
is 22.”
“Okay, I don’t know if I have to feel
flattered or afraid by that smile on your face Arjun.”
“Flattered
of course but only till the lights go off.” I broke into a loud laughter
“Not funny
Arjun I think I will get my seat exchanged.”
“No, I am
sorry it is a bug I tell you it is a bug I am taking pills, it is so painful.”
“Ya I know
you told me already and it is not so funny the second time around.”
In silence I
stood not knowing what to talk looking away from me she looked at the road. A
dull yellow painted bus slowly came to halt by her side. Pulling my bag over my
shoulder I walked towards the bus to join her.
“Do you mind if I sit by the window, Arjun.”
“Yes sure no
problem at all, how can I say no to you, please the seat is all yours.”
“Remind me
later to introduce you to the simple ‘Yes’ reply, one word says a lot.”
“Yes.”
“What?”
“No, Yes I
will remind you.”
“You know I
have to give it to you, you are funny in your own stupid irritating way.”
“A
compliment and a slap it sure is my lucky day.”
She broke
into a laugh and spoke
“You are
cute…”
“In a sexy
way”
“No more
like a puppy dog way.”
“Well, take
it as it comes and it is not every day I get complimented by a beautiful girl.”
“Okay…” She
turned away hiding the smile that lit her face and the cheeks that turned pink
with a blush.
“I don’t
talk to strangers and never have I gotten so close so quick to anyone you are
just…”
“Special.”
“No not
special, God you never give up.”
“Hey my mum
thinks I am special.”
“Well she
has to console herself somehow.”
“And there
we have it right on the cheek.”
She broke
into soft laughs as she watched me mock a slap on my cheek.
“I am just
glad you are here to talk to, I just hate travelling in the bus.”
“Me too, I
just can’t fall asleep in a bus.”
“Arjun,
Arjun.”
“What?
Where?”
“I thought
you said you could never fall asleep in a bus.”
“No I just
closed my eyes for a minute.”
“A minute?
You have been asleep for four hours now.”
“Really four
hours it felt like a minute, I am so sorry.”
“I guess I
can’t blame you it is okay but I am surprised you slept through such bad roads.”
“I am really
sorry I was a little tired, but what were you doing for four hours?”
“I was just
watching you sleep and getting…”
“You were
watching me sleep, I don’t know if I have to feel flattered or afraid…”
“Ha, ha, ha
not funny Arjun, I was getting irritated watching you sleep.”
“Hey, why
aren’t we moving?”
“I think the
bus had broken down or something a couple of people got down but I am not sure
what the issue is which is why I woke you up.”
“Wait let me
check.”
“What took
you so long?”
“No nothing
it is just a flat but they will take at least 20 minutes to fix it.”
“Why did
they have to switch off the AC it is so hot in here.”
“There is a
cool breeze blowing outside you wanna step out?”
“Okay, but I
am only coming out with you because it is too stuffy in here.”
As we walked
out to the road the cool breeze greeted us, walking away from the men filling
the air with smoke we wandered into the full moon lit road with an occasional
vehicle zipping past us.
“It is such
a beautiful night.” She smiled as we stopped by a mile stone a few yards away
from the bus.
“Yes and
your smile just adds to it.”
“Ya, ya.”
“So other
than hopelessly flirting with girls what else do you do?”
“Hopelessly.”
I smiled as she turned away with a smile
“I don’t
know why I am smiling it is just…”
“May be it
is just a bug.”
“Smart ass.”
She slapped my hand softly.
“So Arjun
Sahib what do you do for a living?”
“Well, I am
the lord of cubicle number 133 in a software company. What about you?”
“Me I am
just a lowly interior designer.”
“And I
thought I had the worst job.”
“Hey my job
is fun I get paid to shop and I get to tell rich ladies that their taste is not…”
“Good enough
for their own homes.”
“Yes sort of
but a little sugar coated.”
“What do you
do when you are not decorating other people’s homes?”
“You mean like a hobby?”
“Hobby, I
stopped using the word hobby after 10th standard.”
“Oh 10th
that was a fun year, I filled so many slam books with a different hobby in
each, things were so silly back then.”
“I remember
my 10th standard I filled all the slam books with the same, my hobby
is: Watching T.V, listening to music. To think of it I was a lamest kid in class
it was bad enough I mentioned T.V and music as hobbies, I would later go on to
defend them with anyone who mocked at my hobbies. I would ask them, what do you
mean by hobby? Things you do when you are free, right? I watch T.V and listen
to music in my free time so they are my hobbies.”
“I am sorry
I am not laughing at you but that is so…”
“Then there
were a few who filled collecting stamps as their hobby, there would always be
that one jack-ass who would comment ‘It is not collecting stamps it is called Philately,
it is bad enough you are collecting worn out stamps that no one wants anymore
and now you give it a fancy name.”
“Hey I used
to collect stamps.”
“It is
philately Priya not collecting stamps.”
We both burst
into laughter as she spoke
“God I miss
school, things were so simple back then.”
“I miss
school too, you could do the most foolish of things and your friends would
still sit laughing with you.”
“What was
the silliest thing you have ever done in school?”
“Me not
many, I was one of the smarter ones.”
“Ya right,
come one Arjun.”
“Sir the bus
is ready to leave.” The conductor shouted out to us
“I am not
letting you go you will have to speak after we get to our seats.”
“The
silliest thing I have ever done, huh.”
“Yes, the
silliest thing Mr. Arjun has ever done.”
As I searched
for a right one through the hundreds of memories that filled my head, she sat
with the most beautiful smile on her face and eyes filled with excitement in
wait for me to speak. Before I opened my mouth I uttered a small prayer in my
head hoping this journey with her would never end.
“Okay, there
was this one girl who was new to school very shy type but she was so prett…”
“What
happened? Why did you stop?”
“No, so
there was this very okay looking girl who for God knows why I wanted to talk
to…”
“Oh, Arjun
you are so stupid. Continue, there was this pretty girl and.”
“Okay if you say so, there was this very
pretty girl who I wanted to talk to but I never could get past Hi and homework.
It was Feb already and my chances of getting to know her looked slim so I came
up with this brilliant plan. I walked into class one day with a Slam book in my
hand and announced to the class that I was moving to another school for the
next academic year and I wanted everyone to fill the book. I went up to each
one personally and got them to fill it up.”
“Oh that was
so cute Arjun.”
“Yes but it
soon blew up in my face.”
“Did she
refuse to write in your slam book?”
“No she was
sweet, we started talking and became friends but my best friend he came home
that evening to give me a gift, my mom had sent me to buy milk, she saw the
gift and told him I was not moving anywhere and all that was just a silly prank.
He wanted to outsmart me and told the whole class the next day.
God I was so
embarrassed when I walked into class, at the end of the day I really wanted to
change schools.”
She burst
into laughter, looking around at the sleepy passengers she spoke
“What
happened to that girl you still in touch with her?”
“At first
she didn’t want to talk to me her mum had told her to stay away from liars and
pranksters. But later on I won her heart with my charming ways and yes I am
still in touch with her.”
“Oh, Mr.
Charming is still in touch with the pretty girl from school do I smell a
special relation here.”
“No Madam
she tied Rakhi when we reached 8th and she is happily married in
America now. “
“Too bad but
that was a very cute story Arjun.”
“One thing I
hated about school was Rakhi; the minute a girl gets to know you have a crush
on her she would be ready with a Rakhi in her hand the very next day. Every
Raksha bandhan I would come back home with Rakhis tied up to my sleeves. My
best friend, Pradeep would often go hide in the toilet on Raksha Bandhan but
the girls would get to him too somehow.”
“Sounds like
you made a lot of sisters in school.”
“Every
single girl I had a crush on…”
“Not every
single girl.”
“What do you
mean?”
“I mean not
every single girl you have had crush on wants to be
your sister.”
“I didn’t
get that.”
“Oh God
forget it.”
“Thank God
we are in a bus and there is no one selling Rakhi here.”
“Ya I would have
tied two on both your hands just to be on the safer side, moron.”
She looked
away from me and closed her tired eyes, I knew what she was hinting at I could
feel the spark too. I looked at her as the moon light that crept through the
window lit her face up, all I had was a single prayer in my heart ‘God let me
not say anything wrong to piss her off, please.’ I felt like I was diffusing a
time bomb here one wrong move and she would just walk away.
“What are
you thinking?”
“Nothing.”
“You can
talk to me Arjun, what are you thinking?”
“You have
been asleep for the last four hours I thought you hated sleeping in a bus.”
“I said I
hated travelling in a bus not sleeping mister. Now tell me what were you
thinking?”
“No, I think we have entered Bangalore. I was
just thinking why we had to reach so soon.”
“I know it has been such fun Arjun.”
Fun? I had
spent the last four hours planning the next 30 years with her. The most
beautiful night for me was just fun for her? The biggest mistake we guys do is
falling in love too quickly and start thinking she is the one but her typical
of a woman, have fun and move on…
“Actually,
okay I can’t believe I am saying this but it has been more than fun. It was one
those journeys for me where I could have cared least about the destination. I
really…”
“Love you?”
“No, love is
a really strong word for now.”
“I will
settle for like.”
“You never
give up, do you?”
“Try try but
never give up. No wait that doesn’t rhyme. Try try but never cry.”
She smiled
as she slapped me softly.
“Rajajinagar
1st Block, 1st Block.” The conductor shouted out to wake
everyone around.
“Okay Arjun
this is where I get off. We should…”
“This is
where I get off too. Where do you stay?”
“Just close
by.”
Pulling out
the bag from the overhead compartment we walked out of the bus, we stood in silence
for a minute not knowing what to say next,
“So… Is it
okay if I call you sometime Priya?”
“I think it will
be not okay if you don’t give me call after this journey. Give me your number I
will give you a missed call so you can save my number.”
Breaking
into soft laughs we exchanged numbers as a few auto wallahs hovered around.
“Priya,
where do you live I will get you an auto?”
“I live
close by, what about you?”
“I live
close by too.”
“Liar, your
smile just gives it away.”
“I know.”
Holding her hand softly I spoke,
“Priya, do you want to continue on this
beautiful journey with me?”
“Arjun, how
do I say this, you are sweet but I just think you are moving too fast too
soon.”
“No I just
meant do you wanna share an auto with me.” I burst into laughter
“Jack-Ass.”
She smacked my arm.
“Let me get
an auto before you kill me.”
“Hop in
Priya and…”
“Let us continue
our journey ahead.”
“Oh Priya
you never give up do you, you are sweet and all but I
just think you are moving
too fast too soon.”
She smacked
my arm hard as we both broke into laughs. Before I could open my mouth she
spoke,
“Well you
know what an ass-hole once told me, Try try but never cry.”
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