Ab 'Bus' vi karo

Sweating my armpits off in a crowded bus isn't exactly my idea of fun.

The problem with sweaty underarms......

They STINK!!!!!!

Getting to sit in the bus is so distant a dream,so many light years away,that I don't even look around for who is vacating a seat in my vicinity.Hope is a killer 'coz it disappoints. Hoping for the rarest of rare opportunities for me to get a sitting place in a bus is one expectation I can do without.

Trust me....this really isn't that IMAGINARY!!!!

Riding in a packed public bus is a strenuous exercise routine in itself. I have no accurate way to calculate the amount of calories it consumes, but I am pretty sure it is more effective than all the weight-loss products they advertise on all those confounded tele-shopping programmes.

Now that I've told you a better,cost-effective way of burning fat,these guys are planning to sue the balls outta me!!!!!!

After an hour long journey in a bus from hell, my shoulders, arms and legs take a beating which the gladiators must have taken in the ol' days of Roman amphitheaters.

After the bus ride.

The amount of nudging, pushing, shoving, poking I am having to endure day in day out makes me feel that running a 10 km marathon would be a breeze compared to this. At least there my body will have more than a 6-inch radius circle to claim as its personal space. In an average  bus during those bloody office hours, a six-inch radius circle is a luxury which will be afforded to you only under the luckiest of circumstances.

In the three years I spent outside my home-town ,I always chose my home to be in an area close to my office.So all these sweet and pleasant,comfortable and cozy rides home which I get these days was an unfamiliar concept to me so far.When I was a student in my home-town, I mean I used to stare at those jam-packed buses and would be like 'Tch..Tch...How do these people even think about climbing into those pig-sty-like-crowded shit-boxes-on-wheels?'Well,now I know. Necessity is the mom of invention.This kind of suffering is the son of desperation. Public conveyance from my office area is always overflowing with commuters. Be it a hot stinky bus which charges 8 rupees or an AC Volvo which charges 20. Buses can't do without the crowd it seems. It is as important to it as the fuel it runs on.Sigh....

This pic is funny only as long as you are not in it..