The Indian Bus

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Submitted: April 11, 2019

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The Indian Bus 

 
 
 Welcome, to the Indian Bus, I am Ronit Banerjee and I am going to help you decide your next travel destination. Yes! Thinking of planning a visit to my Incredible country? here is a glimpse of what you are going to experience and and surprisingly enough fall in love with.

The experience of riding on an Indian bus will take you by utter surprise especially if you come from the west. The shift in culture is huge. I am from India myself and yet I find a bus ride in my own  country to be very typical of itself. There are a variety of people that you can find on an Indian bus.
As soon as one gets up on this hovering piece of dented metal, and if he/she is above the average Indian height of five feet eight inches, he/she must not think for once before pushing his/her way to the very last row of the bus. Why? one may wonder, as a six feet tall guy in India, life is quite tough as there is absolutely no legroom in any of the seats except the driver's seat and the last one. As the former is occupied by an already grumpy looking man with a mustache and as his lap is not available, one has to resort to the later.
Quite obviously the next person you are surely going to face in an Indian bus ride is the conductor. The conductor pushes his way around the crowded coach and will extend his hands till it is almost in your nostrils without a word. You must understand he is expecting currency and not a blow of your nose.As you give him the change he drops them in a side bag which is almost about to kiss the ground because of the weight of the amount of change in it. There will be two conductors if you are unfortunate, of which, one you have already encountered, the other however is tasked with the prime job of fooling people outside the bus to get on the bus which is according to his intellect "almost empty" by which he means "this is a Nazi gas chamber, who wants a ride?". Even though the people know that the bus is clearly not empty they have no option but to get up because the next bus maybe even more crowded and stuffed with the smell of tropical sweat.
There are quite inquisitive people you can meet or rather observe on this bus. There is the old man who changes his seat every three minutes, These people are in majority of the cases the ones who are not at all satisfied with their lives and use the time remaining to change seats. If you are on the bus in a fine morning then you can see school children wearing their uniform hurrying themselves to school, you will also notice sellers of different kinds departing for the market with their merchandise. Sometimes, as one lays back on his/her seat and unlocks his\her phone to quench the mental thirst of checking oneself's Instagram, he/she will definitely notice the the human capital involved by the person sitting next to him/her to read every single message in your inbox before you do. The people ho do these generally do not own a smartphone and are an expert critic in whatever topic your messages might offer them. They often try to shower some of their expertise knowledge on which political party shall form which alliance to win the upcoming elections. And don't mistake these great variety of people to be from one community alone, they are a set of twenty nine differently smelling people from different  backgrounds,states and cultures.
This great potpourri of this metal box can be highly criticized or it can be seen as an experience like no other, it is one of the experiences without which I won't prescribe you to die. And surely during which your sole desire will be against my prescription. 
Signing off, from The Indian Bus,
Ronit Banerjee.


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