Bad buses

I am a person who loves to travel.I belive in this saying"Life is a book and a person who has not travelled has read only one page."I love to sit peacefully in an amicable ambiance and absorb all that I can from the surrounding.I used to hate travelling before.But soon I learnt to slowly love the journey because it is an experience.I am generally an optimistic non fussy person who can adjust to my surroundings but ma last travel to Pagasalai(a place near Mayiladuthurai,Tamil Nadu,India) brought me to my wits end.Pagasalai is my native my maternal grandparents live there till date and are engaged in farming.My grandfather is a brave n sturdy 78 yr old man and ma grandmother is 68yr old swt old lady.Both of them have this never ending love for farming.Inspite of my mother and uncles and aunts asking them to quit farming they are not intending to do that any timesoon.My grandfather is a retired headmaster of a school.since my child hood I have had a very good rapport with my maternal side.So with all my expectations of meeting my loved ones I started my journey.
But not all dreams come true.I wished to enjoy the travel because I was all prepared.I had ma creative digital player,my mobile,a good book(Power of failiure by Charles Manz)and some snack to nibble on.So I was all ready for the journey ahead.My jorney was all good till Chidambaram.I had caught a bus to Cuddalore and the one to Chidambaram.From Chidambaram I caught a bus to Vaithesvaran kovil.There is a temple for lord Shiva there which is very famous.I wanted to go see it before we headed towards mt destination.In resent times I had not travelled in a bus for long journey at all we use the car instead.So my body did ache but i did enjoy the sights and scenary.Actually I hads more entertainment Looking at my co-passenger.I thought of them to be strange.But the odd fact was that I was the odd ball there.all was well and good till I caught my last bus.


The last bus was my trip to hiatus.That was the last bus in the bus stand so we had no choice but to take that piterable excuse for a bus.I hav horrible exterior and an even wrose interior.All the metal was tarnished and the seats ready to fall off.I was holding to my dear life and praying all that I can to prevent the seat before me for falling on me.In all this worry I did have one specimen to observe though.There was a small boy of ten years,he was chewing beetle leaves.He seemed to be a regular passenger of the bus.The way and the content which he spoke to the conductor amazed me.He just appeared to be a ten year old but his activities were that of a 40 yr old criminal who had spent 10 yrs in jail.Oh my God I drifted from my topic.I didnt even mind the crumbling infra structure it was the sound system of the bus which gave me a horrible head ache.Very bad song selection(all were love faliure songs) and the sound too was jarring.The half an hour journey seemed to be a never ending one and the most remarkable of all was the speed of the bus it didnt cross 3okm/hr.



All in all when I think of it now I feel like laughing but at that time I was infuriated.Well life need such funny experiences as well:).....