Sitting in the seat of your company transport, with a discharged cell phone and absolutely nothing to do for over an hour, tends to force your mind to wander. During such frightful intervals of time, I’m left reminiscing over some really significant and meaningful issues, like for instance - how I came to locate the perfect seat for me in the bus. (Yeah! Like I said - meaningful (and frightful)!) What follows is a detailed account...
Day 1:
You do not give much thought while selecting a seat on your very first day. You just walk in, find a random empty seat at the front(front seats offer a less bumpy ride they say) and settle down, in all anxiety, preoccupied with worrying about your first day at office. What you do not expect at this point are the glares you are met with for doing so! Its funny how much you are glared at while in a bus and there is a range of actions which ensures that you are at the receiving end of one of those. The list includes, as I found out over a period of time - sitting at the front (as explained later), sitting beside a girl when there are other empty seats available, tapping your foot to a song you are listening to on your headphones, not taking the hint and shutting the window when someone sitting next to you starts frequently coughing/sneezing violently, frequently coughing/sneezing violently yourself, waking up abruptly from a peaceful sleep with a huge snort, waking someone else up from their peaceful sleep with your snort (or otherwise) and of course glaring at someone else for too long when they do something from this list. Long story short, its all those trifling actions that only make us human... But let’s not digress from the point. Coming back to being glared at for sitting at the front of the bus, apparently the seats at the front are reserved only for the ladies and aged employees and a certain highly posted manager, who for some reason refuses to go to the office in his own car and yet expects to preserve his dignity by sitting in the very first seat. Lesson learnt: The younger mere male mortals are to sit behind the Line of Divide.
On Day 1, I get down from the bus thinking, I need to find myself a nice, comfy seat at the back tomorrow...
TO BE CONTINUED...
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