18th May,2007 again

Back on the bus to Kankavali, next to me is a babe of a Marwari with a cute little daughter and in front of me is another couple {Marwari again}.
Two seats ahead on the cushy seats rested my fantasy (two young hot firang chicks in skirts). Barney Stinson and his devilishly funny ideas floated in my head, but God you need to be Barney to do that.

Anyways the couple two seats ahead started getting way too close for my comfort. Fondling, smooching like hell and if it was a closed compartment, I would have witnessed some really gross acts in public. My conservative grandma sat with eyes closed and with really irritated look on her wizened face.

At night 12.00 pm the stupid movie finally got over. It’s sick the kind of bullshit they play in the buses. I was wondering what the firangs might be thinking, I mean crappy movies like these reflect poorly on our country’s cinema.

The bus stopped at some restaurant and we grabbed a quick bite. Then once the bus started again I turned on the ipod. They turned off the bus lights and music streamed in my ears. Highway star, open road, and other on the road kind of songs played on… Bliss …metallica, coldplay , aerosmith, my entire rock collection…consequently I didn’t sleep a wink. After a long time I saw the dawn break in … an amazing feeling it is!

As a kid I always remember traveling to my native place at night in a bus. That feeling returned as a surge of emotion in me. Ah! Nostalgia it can kill!