The Bus-seat Hypothesis : Chapter 1

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...

Primordial Rains...

It was raining, just the right amount! Little drops of rain, only the ones left behind after the heavy shower, fell from the sky... The sky itself had cleared somewhat, leaving behind a wonderful radiant glow in the atmosphere. The gentle and cool wind was playfully teasing the wind chimes that hung in the terrace, and the wind chimes retorted in soft, sweet, soothing tones! An occasional lightning flashed somewhere far off and the murmur of the clouds that trailed it was somehow pleasant! It was perfect!

As I stood there at the door of my terrace, a lovely image suddenly flashed into my mind out of nowhere, like the occasional far off lightning... I was sitting there at a table with her, both of us sipping coffee and holding hands over the table. She was talking in her sweet voice and I was listening intently, gazing into her incredible hazel eyes. She seemed to have said something funny perhaps (It was just an image, you know, so there wasn't any audio) 'cause she was laughing her musical laugh, while I was smiling admiringly. It felt magical. The image was just a momentary flash, but it never passed away completely! It left back something, etched into my mind permenantly. May be it left behind a belief - a belief in LOVE...!!!

At the Outset...

Call it a New Year’s Resolution or blame it on the ample amount of free time available to me on my new job or the mere realization that struck me that I can blog better than at least half of the people out there, I finally came through, after a gazillion attempts and a few motivational episodes.

The blog has no fixed genre at all and is expected to be of the utmost random nature. Any modesty that comes up is purely coincidental and should be duly forgiven. It can get seriously mushy at times, so those who find it unbearable can skip those parts. I hope to keep blogging without getting sued or anything for as long as possible.

That’s All Folks...