As usual, thenju!

Sunday June 6th .

I was at Jayanagar 3rd block. To be precise, seated on the first bench @ Vijaya College trying to learn the basic concepts of mathematics .It was my third class .And I was not feeling comfortable coz of the absence of the two girls who were present on the first two classes.
The classes would be till 6 30 p.m. And I had a bus to catch at 8:15 from Madiwala. Frankly speaking, my geographical sense is on the negative side of the number line. I asked one of the rude guys sitting near to me in the class :”Bhaiyya, yahaan se Madiwala pahunchne me kitna time lagega?”

He stared at me and replied:”Why are you wasting your Hindi. I can understand English”
And then started giving me a lecture on how skilled he is in different languages. After some 10 minutes

Rude guy:”I don know .I travel in my motor bike”

Me:*stumped*

Time: 6: 35 p.m.

I ran towards the watchman. And I saw three of them! It reminded me of the 3 monkeys.
When asked, three gave 3 different answers.
Monkey 1:”yahaan se left chalo.junction se 201 bus pakadkar madiwala jaao
Monkey 2: Right lelo .25 number bus pakado
Monkey 3: college ke piche ek gate hai.udhar se jao aur koi bhi bus pakado.7th cross tak jao.aur wahaan se bus milega!

Me- wtf *Again stumped*

I decided to try my luck with the third guy s opinion. And soon I ended up in a deserted bus stop.

A bus came like this.

I had no other choice. I got inside through the front door. And I started hearing abuses (?) in Kannada from the ladies .I was helpless. I started cursing the person who designed these buses!

I got down at Wilson Garden. I checked for my wallet, gold chain and mobile. In 2 minutes I got a bus to Madiwala.

I was standing on the foot board. And damn, my bag got stuck while the driver tried to close the door. This meant, I had to share the 4 sq cm area with three other people.

First thought that flashed in my mind
What if, finally an F 20 comes and sits near me in the bus to Cochin!

I tried to stay as clean as possible. While doing that, I heard some new variety Kannada abuses! Even the conductor was saying something. I didn’t care .At last when I reached Madiwala, I was drenched in my (other people‘s too?) sweat.

Had no difficulty in finding the travel agency. While giving the print out of the ticket, I searched the office for the register containing the seat number and passenger details, but could not find it.

I walked to the near by mallu restaurant and ordered something to eat. That place was full of mallus and three empty chairs gave me company!!! .Every other table was occupied.

In between one girl came, and asked me whether the other three chairs were reserved for anyone. I said no and within 2 minutes, three pandi girls were sitting with me. I looked around, surprisingly I found that all others in the hotel were looking at me.These pandi girls were shouting like anything and I sat there helplessly.

And “idivettiyavane paambu kadichu ennu paranjaal mathiyallo” …One of my friend(?) ‘s cousin saw me in this situation! Period!

I hoped for the best in the bus, but as usual, it was a guy near me. (He snored so loudly that I couldn’t t sleep)

On reaching home, I tried to vent my frustrations on a friend (?) by commenting on his recently uploaded pictures in a social networking site .Result- I was deleted!

I got numerous calls from office and I couldn’t spend one minute in peace.

That’s it- One hell of a day!

PS:I never wanted to post this.Would have been another one in my drafts